Captivated Is The Audience
Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
'We're concerned about the little people.'
Says one sent to speak and represents sleaze.
'Those people' who initiate wickedness...
To leave it and deceive.
Those who use treachery to bleed the Earth.
And yacht about with venom dripping,
From privileged mouths.
Are about to be themselves seized with grief.
Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And this has been made clear,
To every aspect that makes life a possibility.
When leechers perceive and believe,
They are more powerful than that which has created them...
Captivated is the audience that witnesses their demise.
Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And captivated is the audience,
That witnesses their demise.
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Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elite Crimes Against Humanity
We must educate inferior elite
cure them of their superiority complex,
because their inability to give
to feel remorse guilt compassion,
proves them to be a crime against humanity.
The elite believe
they control our world,
with their weapons
of poverty prejudice,
ignorance religion.
The elite are truly like
child bully in the sand box,
who never learned to share
as adults sowing grief despair,
it is time to teach them responsibility.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In Retrospect
We all know
how easy it is
to be witty
in retrospect
when not on the spot
with an interview question
or when engaged
in rapid comments
made in free spoken
general conversation
one of these
spontaneous
comments made
will get us all
in due course
if we talk long enough
in general terms
without fore thought
pondering all angles
or political ramifications.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Burdened Is the One Who Knows Truth
Burdened is the one who knows truth.
An isolation occurs,
One has the nerve to adjust to and accept.
With little delusion left to live.
Some would say comments made like this are negative.
Until the onslaught of reality hits them quick.
And there is nothing positive they see in it.
With wishes to blame others to have it fixed.
To return back to a life that is fantasized.
Complete and sugarized.
But teardropping eyes like these...
Are going to clear when the masquerade is over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here and Beyond
You wont know this,
Until it occurs.
Your appetite for isolation...
Has left you disconnected,
From those offended
And abhorred.
You could not exist,
Without resources others have.
The very ones denounced with fun...
Should be exulted,
But you have made their lives
So very sad!
And everything that nature gives,
You believe is yours to destroy.
But every living thing here and beyond,
Will unite to stop your crazed
Demented joy!
You wont know this,
Since corruption is for you...
Just another toy!
But something comes that will not tolerate,
Furthering things you've done that annoy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed
Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.
AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.
It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Games Of Betrayal
Wait.
I just heard what you said.
And it has to be a joke?
Or you believe I am the ultimate fool.
Which is it?
And what in me are you trying to provoke?
You stated,
In amazing sincerity...
That you,
Are one of my closest friends.
And you want to shelter me from harm.
With a coming to my defense without question.
Your comments are very convincing,
And...
If I had not been targeted,
With a remembered backstabbing done...
A few years ago,
And a few years prior to that...
Your comments would have me sobbing,
In grateful tears.
I do not carry bitterness on my sleeve.
And lucky for you I am not revengeful.
What you have done I will never forget.
But don't ever take my kindness for weakness,
If you want to keep your consciousness.
I do not play,
Games of betrayal...
At all.
Nor find it 'cute' or funny...
That anyone would perceive me,
As disconnected from my sensibilities!
That...
Would be a heartbreaking mistake to make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The statements of four witnesses of unquestioned integrity, traveling with me that day, attest that such comments were never made and confirm that it simply did not happen.
quote by Paul Crouch
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Ideals Of The Elite
Ideals of the elite,
Are fleeting.
The pace to reach these heights...
Seem to be rapidly decreasing.
There is now more of a need,
To boost the consciousness
Of all humanity.
And it is no secret,
Corruption allowed has increased.
To sustain the elite and their deceits.
And an awareness of this depleting,
Has to cease.
And a releasing of this greed...
Has come to heal,
A bleeding done...
Too long concealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Thoughtless Self-centeredness
Outwardly admitted,
And within inner circles met.
No one is going to say how they feel,
To intimidate what is politically correct.
People have their hatreds.
And they are socially in effect.
Only blocked visions of those blind...
Can not visually observe,
The denials and the disrespect.
Reflected within one's placed footsteps.
All of us are affected.
Whether or not we accept regret.
Decay has been and is on the rise.
Lies spoken will not keep them,
From eyes that are opened...
To divisions kept.
The causes for insecurities,
Will always be in the minds of those displeased.
To initiate mental diseases without remedies.
If humanity does not actively seek peace...
To inflict upon those defenseless to increase peace,
Seen weakening minds as it decreases.
Havoc and chaos will become a way of life.
For all who believe one rule is right.
Or one kind of bird should take flight...
From one tree to land on one soil selected.
Where one people rule as they please?
One God will make One Choice and none other.
And that's to do away with all One God has made...
To end it for 'ALL' that breathes,
Selfishly.
Foolishly.
And in thoughtless self centeredness.
Outwardly admitted,
And within inner circles met.
No one is going to say how they feel,
To intimidate what is politically correct.
And if those who should survive,
One day in their discussions in retrospect.
The perception of being politically correct,
Will be reviewed as a defective aspect...
To those who regard truth as a normal pursuit,
To preserve their peace.
After ignorance has ceased to flourish.
And those of consciousness have it outlawed.
To nourish One Humanity as intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looks Like We Made It
There you are
Lookin just the same as you did,
Last time I touched you
And, here I am
Close to gettin tangled up
Inside the thought of you
Do you love him
As much as I love her
And will that love be strong
When old feelings start to stir
Looks like we made it
Left each other on the way,
To another love
Looks like we made it
Or I thought so, till today
Until you were there everywhere
And all I could taste was love
The way we made it
Loves so strange
Playin hide and seek, with hearts
And always hurtin
And were the fools
Standin close enough to touch
Those burnin memories
And if I hold you
For the sake of all those times
Love made us lose our minds
Could I ever let you go
Oh, no...we made it
Left each other, on the way
To another love
Looks like we made it
Or I thought so, till today
Until you were there
Everywhere
And all I could taste was love
The way we made it
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Not Into Abstract Pictures Painted
There are those who wish to make sense,
In an attempt to make that process meant...
And meaningful.
But their lack of experience to get a point across,
Leaves those misunderstanding...
What is the intention if communicating a thought,
Is a statement made.
'Assuming' it,
Has been clearly delivered to receive a response...
From someone not into abstract pictures painted.
Or statemements made disconnected from rhyme,
Purpose OR reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Rita Coolidge)
We said our goodbyes long ago never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind oh we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another not you how foolish I thought the same too
They both turned out to be the wrong kinds oh we must have been out of our minds
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Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find that we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another...
Yes we must have been out of our minds yeah
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Address of a New Poetess To All Poets Here
As I open my partner this site I see
And closing it too, this site I live
In my mind and my heart I smiled gently
Jessie, at last the search you see.
I joined and left some sites I register
Thought it's nice I registered as a member
Poetry and friendship I want to share
But in the end discrimination reigns.
Ratings and comments really boost morale
Spirits rises get inspired and poetic as I
Creative and imaginative minds do survive
Knowledge, talents hidden or not described.
Surfing the web for my compositions
A poet friend introduced this portion
Sharing in my heart I thought I found
Comments and ratings not in my mind.
They are good if one needs a push
It is a flavor that a creative may savor
But to the competitors it's not a favor
Bet, surely come and show real color.
As I read and commented to a poem
Reading the history of her comments
Rise both my brows I was surprised,
Here too, a competition trouble arise?
Where on web can I join and may find
A place where no feuds and race arise?
Or can we just let that comments be
A guide for better and competition free?
poem by Jessie Clarete Bernabe Cadsawan
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Calculating
Mistakes?
There is a difference,
Between those deliberately made.
And those created with a premeditation done.
Those who say they have made a mistake,
After taking time calculating their manipulations...
And caught!
To be found to weep,
For the humiliation they have reaped...
Exposed by their misdeeds,
Will 'always' be deceivers.
People like this,
Should never again be believed.
But an empathy with forgiveness,
Seems to stop instantly those tears from dripping!
Overcompensating their mistakes...
As unconscious activities?
Would be acceptable except...
People are proud to leave behind,
Witnesses and descriptions that depict...
Their strategies,
To undo someone else.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regarding comments attributed to me in the Los Angeles Times - allegedly made on a bus trip from Germany to Holland in 1998 - I emphatically denounce such comments as false.
quote by Paul Crouch
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Melba Montgomery)
We said our goodbyes long ago
Never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find
That we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Yes, we must have been out of our minds
song performed by by John Prine
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Dumbfounding Those With A Nose Disease
There is a solution,
For those who become irritated...
By others who seem not to be able,
To mind their own business.
It is suggested to develop multiple interests,
In diverse areas...
That appear to be completely disconnected,
By the ones infected by this nose disease.
Announce publicly a specific interest,
That will attract nose diseasers to focus on it...
With their creative comments, criticisms, etc.
While those other areas of interests...
Are free to flourish without detection.
Until,
Of course...
An unsuspecting attention is given,
As a flourishing noticed begins.
Dumbfounding those with a nose disease,
With the shutting of their puzzled mouths
These and other antidotes to protect one's business,
As well as one's happiness in communities...
Where an active dipping into other people's business,
Satisfies a cost effective entertainment...
Can be implemented to decrease aggravation.
With thought and aggressive conscious strategy applied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Downside
The arguments between those elite,
Are increasingly seen to be amongst themselves.
To keep enriched with a proving of it.
And if the interests of the people is claimed to be 100%?
Where is this heard by those people they wish to believe,
A focus is there and clearly represented?
And who do the elite believe are kept fooled?
Those left fighting to survive,
To maintain a quality of life on the downside and undenied?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Nerve In Your Body Is Disconnected
What makes you think,
I will be discussed and talked about...
And not know it?
What nerve in your body is disconnected,
From your brain.
I happen to accept we are all part,
Of this 'Oneness' existing...
We choose to call life.
And not observers from the bleechers...
Cheering on a favorite team to win!
What makes you think,
My ears do not listen?
Or my eyes do not see?
We were all created by an 'Entity'!
And this 'spiritually' I believe!
There is no such thing,
As an inflicting of pain on someone else...
And not eventually feeling it yourself.
That's not the deal we have here on Earth.
Nor was that a contract signed upon our birth.
What makes you think,
I will be discussed and talked about...
And not know it?
What nerve in your body is disconnected,
From your brain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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