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Boulevard of Moral Decay

On the streets they enjoy playing,
Their thuggish games!
Trained to be subservient
To a life that obeys breaking laws,
With confidence!
These elements are now the consequences,
Of a tolerance that has gone much too far!
Right under the noses...
Of those who chose to see themselves 'untouchable'
And indifferent to lifestyles changing around them!
They have been disrespected for being who they are.
Letting their guard down as they tossed insults,
And invaded the comfort of others!

This affected their relationships with lovers,
Family and friends!
And this bullshit 'ain't ending!
This mental distant game of cowboys and Indians!
Possessions are now at risk.
And there is no way to dismiss what has taken place!

We've spent too much time,
Trying to find the relevance...
And adjusting to the demands
Of the pressure to progress prosperity,
With all the joy good credit can buy!
And if we have to lie about it...
The better!
That has been our doctrine!

And today we are surrounded by so many lies!
So many alibis and attempts to find some hint,
Somewhere...
Of protected quality!
Sheltered from despair and agony,
Clearly on the Sunrise for all!

We've bounced back and forth like a tennis ball,
From beliefs the widest of TV screens
Have fed us...
Much bigger and bolder than before!
Seducing with the most vivid high definitioned color!
Yet...
No sympathy we seek approaches our addresses!
The mess that is in our heads and in our homes...
We've condoned with much 'bewildering' participation!
And that's being confessed,
Finally!
Although deadly to the ones,
Who are the victims of our fantasies!

~Soon they will be exposed as those
With the power after all!
This presentation seems to have
A 'Guest' waiting in the wings! ~

It's part of the culture we decided to live in!
Driving down the boulevard of moral decay!
No one ever dreamed that the journey back
Had followed us to our own front doors!
We can turn the TV sets off now.
There is a visitor that comes...
Some scum that traced us.
And we allow them to smuggle,
Every last piece of peace we've got left!
We've been condtioned to believe
Our ideals to be the best!
Even if the rest of the world
May see us leaking confidence,
With a lack of direction displayed...
By common sense delayed,
Among those in disarray
With skills to cheat but none to lead!

On the streets...
They enjoy playing their thuggish games!
They strategize to compete for turf.
They bluff and sometimes the bluffing hurts!
They never express guilt or apologize.
They grew up believing what they fed themselves was true!
Although they liked to masquerade,
In various disguises!

Until they created....
Something more than civil disobedience,
And chaos!
Representing what we consent!
Leaving us to observe lost treasures.
That can not be quickly minted...
To patch the maddness relentlessly brewed,
And it's not pleasant to the taste at all,
Observing fools who 'pontificate'
The do's and don'ts.
Now watching themselves close,
To being done in!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasies of Accomplishment

Does a normalcy achieved with good credit,
Remain so when lifestyles crumble...
And taxes are still due on what is 'owned'?
When a quality of life as shown today,
With very little quality of it left...
Begins to fade as the end of a masquerade nears.
Do those who brag about being on one job,
For twenty-five to thirty years
Rush to retirement pensions dwindling?
Or do they wish they had been mavericks
Who decided many years ago...
Being thought of as 'crazy' isn't nearly as bad
As trying to hold onto something,
That not only has lost value...
But everything about it has lost meaning?
When squirrels are secretly meeting
To discuss sharing their nuts
With the less fortunate..
I would think that this would be a hint
That a way of life taken for granted,
Is changing more rapidly
Than those who believed...
Holding onto material possessions
Leaves an impression,
They should and could possibly sleep peacefully at night!
Especially those who find they are clocking more hours,
Than dollars to maintain fantasies of accomplishment!
And 'where' does this all lead?
To a sharing of never ending delusion!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Me Back

Get me back,
On that right track
Baby.
I kept myself delayed,
Playing dead end games
And strayed.
And so...
I figured that,
I need to get back on that track!
Wishing's not enough...
I have stopped my bluff and cussin'!

Abandoned is a self defeat,
That creeped!
It didn't feed me what I needed!
You helped me once get on my feet,
After sleepin'.
Much more of me I know...
Is yet complete!

I haven't done my best.
I have messed up in digressions!

Get me back,
On that right track
Baby.
I kept myself delayed,
Playing dead end games
And strayed.
I need to get back on that track!
With less rest to pave my way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking Out

Standing in the valley of indecision
Trying to make some sense out of
A strange condition that we see
Ive gotta find a way out cause
Nobody would listen
So I turn my back and now im
On my way
Chorus:
Breaking out...Im on my way
Breaking out...
Breaking out...Im on my way
Breaking out...
I hear the things thy tell me but
I dont believe it...
Gotta find a place where I can
Breathe and just be me...
Gonna shake up the world
Into a new position
Now Im letting you know that
I am on my way...
Repeat chorus
I cant stop this feeling deep
Inside of me
Now I finally see the reason
Why...
In my heart I know its not
Some fantasy...
When I lift my eyes up to the
Sky...
Solo
Its a brand new day, but it
Seems like an old one
People playing games, but its
No game I want to play
They tried to hand me the dice
But I knw they were loaded
So I turned my back and now
Im on my way
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Santana
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War Games

You’re playing your War Games yet again
Aircraft Carriers, Tanks and Jeeps
Fighting the warfare, and giving pain
Feeling no Karma, you’re in too deep,
You can’t keep starting War Games yet again
A Constitution’s good, not written in stone.
Searching for your Holy Grail
Fighting a War feeling pain
You know it’s going to fail
Peace is the answer, and feeding the poor.
You’ve got power, but you don’t want to let it go, Let it go!
Don't keep on fighting your war games yet again.
The face of the future is asking you How?
You’ll never win any War, so show restrain
You look everywhere, in the back of your mind
Your still playing your war games we must complain
Protecting your finances, while you’ve still got time
Peace is the answer, well it’s better, much better than war
So just remember, you have to, you've got to let us know
When you stop playing your war games forever
You’re playing your War Games together
I want you to make peace and not war
I’m sure you’ve heard that before
You’ve got the power to end it this very day
So stop playing your war games without delay
Let little children grow up in peace,
Stop playing your war games, be clever
It’s better to talk, for the sake of our Earth
You can’t keep playing your war games for ever
Your building a barrier, why can’t you see
You’ve got the cheek to question my sanity.
Just stop playing your War Games altogether
You know talking is the right thing to do

poem by Gordon David
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Turning To Who

Who do you turn to
When the day seems against you
Whose advice do you seek
And whose do you chose to believe
What loyalties do you keep
And what games are you playing
To keep friends close at hand
And others close enough to see
Do you keep on guard while you sleep
Are you watching with one eye open
Do you remain on edge
In a state of endless alert
Who do you turn to
When you need someone to listen
Who does not speak
And keeps your secrets
Who do you trust
Completely outside of a family
Is there anyone at all
Who is fit to serve this bill
It’s a choice of trust
When you decide who to turn to

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sees With A Desire Sought

Like my father.
And his father before him...
I was the eldest.
And made quick to grow.
With a teaching of life early.
And many times angry,
I had to let my childhood go.

Used to set examples.
And enforced to do chores I had to do...
Did not sit well with me at all,
As I saw other children playing games...
With a loving to do it too!

But as I grew older with skills I had been taught,
I still observe those 'children'...
Playing the same games with those teachings.
The very same games they have handed to their children...
With beliefs a maturity comes to one automatically.
Yet...
One does not achieve the meaning of responsibility,
Unless there is an influence one sees with a desire sought.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By The End Of The Day

By the end of the day
I'll turn and run again
right back to the girl who would be where I've been
I'm feeling down, turned around
so dizzy that when I get out I just run right back in
it makes no sense, it hurts so much
run back to her and thats messed up
I really want to get away
shes playing games that I can't play
feeling down, turned around
so dizzy that when I get out I just run right back in
I'm scared what my life
would be without her
with my friends back then I didn't care
I should have said I put my friends instead
to get her back right now
I'm gonna leave that bitch for dead
it makes no sense, it hurts so much
run back to her and thats messed up
I really want to get away
shes playing games that I can't play
feeling down, turned around
so dizzy that when I get out I just run right back in

song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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It Depends On The Situation

In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.

And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Young Life Being Destroyed

There is a scandal in this sick world,
That makes the majority of us feel so reviled,
If there's a crime as heinous as murder,
It's the sexual abuse of a child.

It's been around for thousands of years,
But some have looked the other way,
The men in dark suits have hidden the truth,
While the victims do not have a say.

They've been beaten, abused and tortured,
By people who are nothing but beasts,
But these scum do not wear labels,
They can even be nuns and priests.

If they took time to read their scriptures,
These predators would know full well,
There will be no entry to Heaven for them,
For an eternity it's confinement in Hell.

There are some who work in nurseries,
They're even in our schools,
These predators are all around us,
But they don't live by our rules.

The type of work they're engaged in,
From suspicion they are exempt,
They gain the confidence of children,
Then treat them with total contempt.

They're the very people we turn to,
When we're in our hour of need,
But beware there is evil among them,
On your childhood innocence they'll feed.

They're the ones we are taught to believe in,
What reason would we have not to trust,
Something you would never contemplate is,
Their thoughts towards you could turn to lust.

When it's found out what they've been doing,
Rather than have them exposed,
They sweep it under the carpet,
It's better this subject's kept closed.

Those we trusted to look after us,
They were meant to show us affection,
While we've been sentenced for the rest of our lives,
They'll be given a lifetimes protection.

The abusers are rarely brought to book,
Their hierarchy cover their tracks,
They'll assure you it's being dealt with,
But it's the truth this statement lacks.

Who makes this momentous decision,
When they know of the harm that's been done,
It's not just mental it's physical as well,
There are times we wish we had a gun.

Before you say you can't seek revenge,
That is not the Lords way,
We'd use that gun to kill ourselves,
When abused we did not have a say.

The abusers are quietly moved away,
While the victims are left on their own,
These scumbags think we will just forget,
Our contempt can and will be outgrown.

The problem with this stupid notion,
Is to whom is it actually directed,
It's certainly not to the victims,
For their lifetime they will be affected.

Anyone found guilty of this barbaric crime,
Should immediately forfeit their life,
To know these Devils are still on this Earth,
Only causes the victims more strife.

The do good brigade need to be told,
You are playing a dangerous game,
By supporting this evil stalking our streets,
You must shoulder just as much blame.

While we are forced to get on with our lives,
With a feeling of total despair,
Your false ideals just increase our pain,
They show us just how much you care.

You've been telling lies for years now,
By saying we can all rest assured,
When will you fantasists realise,
Child abusers don't want to be cured.

What would you do if it happened to you,
If it was your child would you still be so keen,
The fact is none of you have got any clue,
By your actions it's their casualties you demean.

So let me tell you a real home truth,
You leave the victims feeling devoid,
For there's nothing on Earth can compensate for,

‘' A Young Life Being Destroyed ‘'

poem by Bri Mar
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed

Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.

And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!

And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.

Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.

The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Child's Game

the games that you play
are the same games that i am playing

writing poems
watching movies
reading stories
reading poems
taking the night
out with not so
close friends
enjoying the
music at the bar
some beer and
some barbecue
a little laughter
some pretenses
some truths to
tell sometimes
going home late
and wanting some
sleep till noon,

what is it that i am doing?
i am hiding from misery
this program on pain reduction
this art of losing and finding
and losing till it hurts no more

these children games
of hide and seek
breaking up and
becoming friends again
in such a short
time

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With or Without a Desire to Dismiss Your Anguish

You knew from the beginning,
This experience would someday end.
And all you have done,
Is to become stunned with the blooming,
Shown around you.

You can choose to sit and watch this if you wish.
Regardless of your lack of active participation...
Nothing you witness,
Is going to remain unchanged!
Even your journey will be affected.

Hesitations you may want to schedule...
Will not be provided for you on a waiting list!
Unless you are gifted with talents,
The rest of us are not!
And 'that' I would not recommend,
You anticipate as part of your observance.

Living your life 'now' is highly suggested.
With or without a desire to dismiss your anguish!
You had best to live your life as it is!
Think of it as a blessing.
With obstacles you face as part of the tolerance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Not Lie To You?

You lie to me…so why don’t I lie to you?
Make you believe what I say is true.
_______ with your mind so you Obsess about me,
Now I control your mind, I have the key.
Key to settle the score,
you don't know what you bargained for
as I walked through your front door.
Play your games, but you don’t know what you play,
make up the rules and think you had it your way.
But you can't keep promises and disobey.
Playing your games that you don't know,
two games of 'Tic Tac” and “Big Toe'
Make more lies for your b.s. plate,
but wait, you didn't know I was too great,
too great a fantasy that you did create,
in your mind over time,
believing your lies from looking at me online,
not knowing the truth of my life.
So in the end read my poetry book,
maybe you will think twice before you justify your gook.

Written By Christina Sunrise on January 12,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Maestro of Fiascoes

There is a culture of deceit,
They are trying to quickly fix!
Doing the best they can...
To erase their involvement with it!

A complete devastation,
Of their own way of life...
Has been blamed on terriorists.
Threatening to remove their values...
From their sight.
Never again to exist!

An orchestrated doom...
Created to initiate a one world rule.
And the infliction of fear,
Has been the ideal used.

As a failing infrastructure,
Threatens more than purported terrorists.
There are naturalized citizens...
Grieving over addicted beliefs.
With an insisted persistence.
And from them they can not retreat.

And the maestro of fiascoes...
Soon will hand his baton to another who will lead.
One who comes with common sense misunderstood.
Since a dumping of convenient conflicts...
Have been intended for the culprits responsible this,
To leave through an exit with ease!

Very foolish are their treason deeds.
To percieve a fleeing...
Will find them isolated free to enjoy,
A lifetime of peace.
Players like these will not on this Earth see!
Believing they have not been marked...
For mental haunting!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ideal couple

Am I ready to leave?
Can I not believe?
Who can help me to be relieved?
Why do I stand as connived?

It all started with fun fare
I was ready to lead here anywhere
I chose her to be my better half
Was that joke or simple laugh?

I did what I was supposed to
I expected her to fall through
We were to be one in all our drive
We were to make it heaven and live

I swore in the name of God
With all sincerity and high hopes rode
Let destiny prove my sincerity
Life was to be made of good quality’

No one may notice what we achieved?
They will only observe how much we missed?
It is altogether not our concern to think
We may vow to swim together and sink

I shall worry about better tomorrow
Fall in line with and good steps to allow
Hand in hand with confidence to walk along
Not to find faults even if one is wrong

Strive very hard to reach out for each other
Taking all steps for storms to wither
Bridging gap and creating confidence
Clear lines with drawing inference

We may come to be known as ideal pair
Not playing only music around the chair
Something more to make it worthy and worthwhile
Continue to look for good and live in peace meanwhile

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Black-streets I

Black-streets, actress, rest, rests, bless, best, east, crabs, less, bats;
Let it be clean and learn from my sweet love!
For, there is no plcae like home.

Black-streets, black, street, streets, ace, aces, bat, era, are, ear, ears!
In the land of peace and in the land of joy;
But listen to me when i do speak,
For, true love is better than the bullets of war! !

Black-streets, eras, sea, seas, tree, trees, see, sees, lack, lacks, sack;
With samples along to guide you my love! !
For, your steps out there should be guided by the real sytles of life.

Black-streets, sacks, Blacks, as, back, backs, at, set, sets, sat, seat;
And like the real taste of love in the land of peace!
But, try to live up to the expectations of the laid down laws.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Here Is My Resumé

We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?

Don't look at me...
With readied criticisms!
I have been prepared all my life,
To voice my thoughts.
Whether wrong or right...
Day or night!

I have not chosen flight as my expression of rebellion!
Many were those times I took to the streets,
To become my own Grand Marshal.
Even though it was disregarded as a display of ego.
But I did not compromise my dignity.
And I see none of that...
OR pride around!

We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.

Some have chosen to flaunt their pretensions.
Others went on to do good deeds.
Very few I see could care less about their own survival.
And you accuse me of being insensitive?
Remember this...
I have always kept my identity intact!
I didn't sell my soul to trinkets.
To play games of 'I-Can-Out-Shine'
Never did I find the time to laugh at anyone.
Even though I did think...
Those I now see in sorrow,
Were completely out of their minds.

Here is my resumé!
And there is nothing I have earned,
That spells out rejection on it!
I've gained from my despair.
And licked my own damn wounds...
With a wish to assist others heal!
Do you know how that feels...
To have your own turn away,
From that reach to appeal?
And I am glad those who now cry,
Did not find me qualified!

Self-serving?
Yes...it is!
And well deserved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doctored Deeds

So cruel and evil,
Are the minds of people like 'these'.
An affluent man of influence,
Can contract to have his beautiful family...
Viciously killed as he chooses to do what he pleases!

And then for the sake of sympathetic empathy...
Will portray a tortured man seen,
To obtain a public following exploited on TV screens...
By a media obsessed to decriminalizing these demons.

Instead of righteously fighting for his own life,
When these 'random' scenes take place.
He and many like him,
Simply adorn false faces.

Most 'men'...
When their rights have been 'randomly' invaded,
Rarely survive such violation of privacy created.
And then to emerge with just a few scratches?
Common sense does not excuse these blatant activities.

However...
When one is discreetly greeding money,
As a means to evaluate their priorities...
Trivial issues like a family,
Becomes part of the calculating premeditating factor...
Proceeding one to live a life emotionally distant and heartlessly.

When one becomes connected to the taste of blood...
People like 'these',
Keep their 'doctored' deeds discreet.
Although their souls,
Will never experience a moment of peace eternally.

'So what are you saying?
He initiated the deaths of his wife and daughters,
To obtain the insurance money? '

What are you talking about?
I am into writing!
Not forensics.
You've been watching too much TV.

'That would leave the people shocked! '

I don't think so.
You should read some of the comments made,
About my writings that I get on a daily basis.
And people ask 'me' how I can be so obnoxious.
Part of it is environmental.
And the other is a tolerance for those who express,
No connection to 'sense' comprehended at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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