But WHAT?
With their 'Me-I-Am-It' logic,
These folks do not have a collective reflective bone...
In their bodies.
Or a clue how communication operates!
They believe they have been chosen to decide,
Humanity's fate.
And the pressure is on a precious few to deliver.
Without the nervousness of a quivering done.
Theft, greed and the aid of deceiving wickedness,
Propels them to deduce,
They've been 'allowed' to produce and achieve!
But WHAT?
What is it that a mindset this focused,
Achieves to accomplish?
Other than the failures that sit,
As if a plague has started by chewing locusts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Promotion Of A Nothingness
The promotion of a nothingness,
To coverup insecurities...
Is as pronounced as those with them,
Who continue to make attempts to smother...
The uselessness of their incompetence,
That has expose them and their failures...
In everything touched that has been done they do!
And this has always been vocalized,
By those who have stood on the shoulders...
Of ohers who have made true accomplishments.
And all they have done...
Those shouting their indignities,
Is to feed a deceiving of greed inherited...
By a hand-me-down of slick tricks and theft!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Do It?
so much time energy
constantly focused
on pain suffering
memories of what you had
what you endured
at hands of fate or karma
is it not time...
to devote your
sustaining life force
to positive
celebration
of possibility life...
to all you may
accomplish achieve
with just a small part
of your time energy
focused instead upon
attaining future accomplishments
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Everything Today Is In a Collective Bin
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose.
That attracts to their past actions.
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten.
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose,
To regurgitate from an hypnosis done.
That has enraged the minds of the blinded ones!
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten,
Just to indulge themselves in entertaining whims.
Not caring about others...
But them, them, them!
They wish to conquer and win.
But what?
Is the argument?
And from where was this insecurity fed?
That jeopardizes a security,
To bring upon their chosen soil...
Blood donated and shed!
'They fight to incite their on insanity,
Without consciousness or insight.
To where would they flee...
When the poisons have worn off,
Of their bitter thoughts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'll Do My Best To Deliver
Ask me for what you want.
Just ask me,
Ask me.
And make it anything,
You need...
From me.
Ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Ask me for what you want.
Just ask me.
Ask me.
Ask me for anything,
And I will fullfill...
That need.
Ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Oh ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me for what you want.
Just ask me for what you need,
And I will do my best to deliver.
Come thunderstorms, rain or shine...
That pressure you have will be taken right off your mind.
I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Come thunderstorms, rain or shine.
That pressure you have will be taken right off your mind.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I will do my best to deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where It Was I Had To Go
My greatest achievement has been,
In being able to ignore those who have stated...
What it was I 'could' or 'could not' do.
And where it was I had to go,
To accomplish my tasks.
Well...
I knew what I need to accomplish those tasks.
And telling those where to go,
Allowed me to achieve my beliefs.
My goals.
And those I told where to go...
Are all over the place,
Trying to find themselves.
Since I've known myself for quite sometime now,
I found it pointless to go anywhere to search for anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Debt to Regret
The 'bail out'...
Or the economic stimulus.
With hopes a 'recovery package'...
Will return a society to greed in bliss.
Whatever term this madness is given.
To legitimize blatant crooks.
It appears rather dim!
To those conscious looking in.
What is being corrected?
How and by whom?
And when?
The same ones who analyze,
Their failures by disguising them...
With less traumatized attention given.
And some are quick to say,
It is democratic theft...
That is draped in masquerade.
To take trillions of dollars...
To minimize a bottomless debt to regret!
By the use of deceit.
And familiar betrayals...
A society nourishes as a reality to keep.
But no one seems to encourage...
The escalating of the investigating,
Stimulating devastation done...
By the acts of treason of some 'chosen' ones.
Or call murder...
Republican pacts!
That distorted all reason.
Little is said of that.
Or bring these human atrocities,
To the forefront to be seen as facts.
What greasy finger licking thief,
Politically connected or not...
Is expressing any concern about that?
Or expediting a searching hunt,
To expose those responsible...
For what they've done.
To undermine humanity!
With dust filled and empty victories,
Promised to be won.
And the number of countless bodies,
Left to bleed the hearts of those loved ones...
Still stunned and unconvinced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Matter Of Perception
Father?
Should I give them a clue,
As to whose rules these are?
Or WHO chose them to play?
I'm having too much fun.
Why should I let 'their' frustrations,
Get in 'my' way?
They have no idea,
What they have started with their wickedness.
And what has initiated...
In new ways,
Why some folks have displayed their mischieviousness...
In such a deviousness today.
And even though it is just a matter of perception...
I want to let them know how their perceptions,
Are being received.
If they only knew,
'How' you were watching their every move...
They would choose to pray.
For real and with devoted faith!
'My son?
You would love to give away 'all' of my secrets.
Wouldn't you? '
Well...
Not exactly!
I just want to 'enlighten' them a bit.
You know...
Set them straight!
'I'm 'perceiving' your arrogance as getting obnoxious!
A little be to the 'right'...
And you'd be hopping on my last nerve!
I give you a little power.
And you are ready to emblazen your image,
On the face of the Sun! '
OH! No!
No, Your Highness!
I don't want nobody to know I've got it like that!
I'm in the humility business.
That's the way I want those perceptions of me kept!
'Good!
Good choice!
All I've ask of you,
Is to do your 'communication' thing...
As creative as possible.
And mind your business.
That's all.
I don't need for you to wave a magic wand! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceiving World.
Try to catch,
But couldn't catch,
Seen as small and big fish,
Then too strong for their hooks,
Swimming under the new city mall,
Swimming under silver bird gallery,
Swimming under the theatre gallery
Where it called to be situated,
In the island of Nigeria Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
Answers in illusion and delusion,
Tried but hid in tenacious pretense,
pretense of long slavery,
Pretense in standard,
Pretense of self interest,
Pretense of wickedness,
Try to catch,
Too strong for the hooks,
Seen as small and big fish,
Swimming in the island,
Swimming under Museum center,
Swimming under cultured and tour-isms,
Where its called to be situated,
In the world of blacks and white,
In the island of Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
ILLUSION, WICKEDNESS, GREED AND HATRED founds,
Appears answers for reality,
Reality of seconds, Movement, distractions, and player hitters,
Called and seen a deceiving world,
Asked where is the world of the deceits,
At levels of a canteen,
Deceiving world at classrooms,
Deceiving world world of movement,
Deceiving world of called percussionists,
Deceiving world indeed and not fiction called.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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A Way Chosen To Travel
Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.
Some folks have it in them,
To be objective.
When a few will intuitively know...
Which action to take,
And which ones to let go.
Some things are better left unspoken.
Or when said...
Should be as if a joke.
Folks are less inclined,
To become provoked...
When approached in a less serious manner.
Curbing conflict with more playful banter.
Then a listening is done with more intent...
When a punchline follows,
That is delivered and meant...
To knock some sense into minds,
Concreted stubbornly in cemented nonsense!
Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.
There is a way to invoke,
What should be heard and spoken.
And that road one wishes not to take alone...
With others one desires to follow,
Convinced and condoning...
That a way chosen to travel,
Was a decisive choice as collectively shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying The Wrong Guys
To the artist you claim to support.
Why do you continue to rip off.
An abandon moral objective.
Just because advertisement says free.
Just buy a song or cd.
A single song, a single cd.
It is not an evil industry.
Most of artist produce their own labels.
And regardless they still receive their royalties.
Yet we still prefer the illegal activities.
The kingdom of piracy.
Just buy a song or cd.
With Google we spy everything.
Including these companies who offer premium downloads for a fee.
Outrageous as it might seem.
It's not even legal.
Write a complaint and its ignored.
The greed is even in our technology.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
The money that should be going to the musicians.
And it will be just wasted in all eventualities in legal fees.
99.9% of these artist are of the middle class.
Intellectual property.
The laws haven't quite caught up.
And they probably never will.
Just do what's right.
And buy a song or cd.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Is it the generation?
Please prove me wrong.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Is it the generation?
Please prove me wrong.
Do we not understand what we are promoting?
We do have a choice.
Even in hard times.
Remember that little jingle stuck in your head.
It keeps from falling so deep into a depression.
So let me ask you why is it you won't buy a song or cd?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What It Takes to Lead
Can one completely lost of wit,
Be held accountable...
For not having an independent thought,
At all.
Everyone born...
Isn't always guaranteed,
Common sense.
And those ignorantly involved in 'their' nonsense,
Have not a clue they are not well.
Even a barrage of thrown hints,
Would go left unaddressed.
Those folks are focused on their greed.
With a twisted ego to keep them fixed.
Can one completely lost of wit,
Be held accountable...
For not having an independent thought,
At all.
'Good question.
I can't answer it.
The next one plays basketball.
And his wife takes no nonsense.
I think we all are in for quite a surprise.
These new folks are totally awake!
And they know what it takes to lead! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children Of The Light
Dear Children of the Light
we are so happy you are here tonight.
You have come at a dear time
to help make the shift in Earth just fine.
You are the leaders of the new way
humanity will follow what you say.
You will help heal, inspire and demonstrate
that we are all in control of our new fate.
All give to the collective and help it with thought
we have to keep focused on the outcome for good
for this we are now taught.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 21,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sonnet: On Early Decision-making
In Life, decide one must some day, some way;
Indecisions don't help you forward march;
And better late than never too, some may;
Procrastination is man’s rival arch.
Decide one must in everything, some day,
To plough the field and sow the seeds aright;
For Time and Tide await no man, they say;
So, plan thy work whether by day or night.
Yet, start, one must the job assigned to you;
Unless you start, you never reach your goal;
And having started, duty one must do;
For otherwise, you never know your role.
Decide one must whether it be good/bad;
Let failures come but never become sad.
poem by John Celes
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It...Is Out, Of Logic
Treat me like someone who comes to care.
And not anyone you meet...
Recently picked up,
Off a public street.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Since if I was not here at all,
My lack of presence...
To you would be clear!
It...
Is out,
Of logic...
That we blend seamlessly our philosophies.
It is out of logic,
That we amend each others' needs.
It is out of logic,
Our chemistries agree.
With an enhancing done...
Of our journeyed destinies,
Together we can accomplish as one.
Treat me like someone who comes to care.
Someone there for you,
Cheerleading you through...
Whatever you do.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Assessments of our troubles...
To discuss as we must,
For the purpose of repair.
It...
Is out,
Of logic...
That we blend seamlessly our philosophies.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Cheerleading you through...
Whatever you do.
Since it is out of logic,
Our chemistries agree.
To accomplish as one,
Together doing this to get things done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt Complex
He was my closest friend
From childhood
Shared good and bad time
Together
Always wanted me
To reach greater heights
Started disapproving
The ways and means
I used to fulfill my dreams
My failures created doubts
For him in my mind
Started blaming him
For what I could not achieve
Held him responsible
For all my failures
Our friendship fell apart
I had lost someone
Who was my life’s part?
Time passed
I faced defeat after defeat
My progress halted,
Growth retorted
Until I realized
I was not doing the right
Remembered
What my lost friend
Had advised
Unwillingly did,
What he had suggested
Changed
My ways and means
Started tasting
Success after success
My dreams were fulfilled
But kept suffering
From the crime
I had committed
I had doubted
My friend’s integrity
Never cared for his
Love and sincerity
The guilt complex
Never allowed me
To live happily
I had lost courage
To face him
For my wrong doings
Tears keep coming
To the eyes
I feel all my achievements
Are tainted and farce
How to win him back?
Is now my goal
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Deliver Me
deliver me...
from the fury, the noise,
and the roar of the wheel...
deliver me...
from my own insecurities,
my unconscious greed,
and my self driven fears.
deliver me...
from my conceptual understanding,
my limited knowledge,
and my worship of knowledge.
deliver me...
from all anger and hatred
in whatever disguise...
deliver me...
from being driven by
mouth and stomach unchecked,
from what i think i need.
deliver me..
from my countless mistakes,
and the excuses i make!
deliver me...
from any kind of pride
that closes the open hand!
deliver me...
from any sense of self
that would seperate and divide.
deliver me...
from laziness and tiredness,
from bitterness and lonliness.
deliver me...
from all forms of apathy,
and the want to possess...
deliver me...
and bring me to realize myself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Murder Of Humanity
Once there lived two friends,
human and humanity.
human was loving and caring,
while humanity spread peace and brotherhood.
under their friendship tree,
everyone was happy and merry.
in the same world lived Hate and Greed, full of sinister.
very different from all the other.
who were always jealous of human and humanity,
and they tried hard to part the friends
and throw them away in different ends.
the did succeed,
in the heart of human they planted hate-seed.
soon the seed started to rear,
and human was left with no love and care.
it turned furious towards humanity.
all their friendship woes turned into enmity.
hate and greed infected human one after the other.
and made human to commit the murder.
end of peace was marked with the murder of humanity,
in some lost corner is the grave of humanity,
now the world knows only hate, greed and enmity.
Frustrations Cursed
If we show You neglect...
Neglected are our lives reflected.
If we expect to be comforted,
Without giving You
The attention we must that is due...
To release us in a peace,
That soothes.
No comfort comes that subdues!
Since we forget...
Who You are that has kept us,
Living in a World
Twirling in a Universe.
Swirling in a pattern...
Only You have made and created to happen!
Without the trust in You,
To deliver us from these times affixed and glued.
We will remain thoughtless without hint or clue...
Why our frustrations cursed,
And thirsted.
Leave us rushing in a collective gloom...
We perfect and decide to choose,
In a destructive blossoming bloom...
With each bomb that drops and booms!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comminication Braekdown
We never walk We never talk
We never find the time To be close again
There it goes again
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Too much concern for money to burn
Too many things to do Now you don't need me
And I don't need you
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
One by one They fail Now the leaves our lover
Cling to the ground
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
Too much too soon Too much temptation
In a hurry It's a sad situation
Too much worry I can tell Well it's over now
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
There it goes
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
When it's right, it's all right
When it's wrong, it's all wrong
When it's gone, it's all gone
It's too late
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
I can tell Well it's over now
Communication breakdown
Communication breakdown
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Where Will Their Greed Lead Them
Now that they've been smeared and jeered...
After what they did to the economy and the atmosphere.
Where will their greed lead them...
When they have been some of the most disruptive,
And destructive folks.
Where will they go?
Safe into some satisfaction...
Where honored crooks are freed to bestow,
Upon each other,
A sharing together...
Benefits reaped?
From deceiving and screwing up the lives,
Of over a million folks.
And counting.
Forced out of homes...
Where they will not find,
Neither peace of mind nor restful sleep.
When they have been some of the most disruptive,
And destructive...
Corrupted folks.
Where will they go?
'Sssshhh...
And you didn't hear this from me.
They've moved to Dubai'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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