Colorblind
We can not erase mistakes that glare.
Or fake a nonexistence.
They are there.
Precisely to divide and conquer with fear.
An awareness of this...
Has been made obviously clear.
A turmoil done...
With everyone turning their backs,
With lack of interest.
Now receives full attention.
As dreams of those are being foreclosed.
While a chosen division,
Once kept those fed with an intention...
To induce a fed silence.
Not to mention a treason...
Going on unattended.
But then no one thought of them,
As becoming a menace to their own kind!
Now everyone finds...
They have been forced to be colorblind!
An act before,
That had not been quite like this abhorred.
What rehearsal is this...
That everyone has missed!
Especially...
When those of misdeeds have been planting,
Deceit with familiar ease!
To pleasure themselves...
In secret dippings of commodities.
But, of course! !
With reason to pocket...
From resources stocked!
That a selected few would barter,
At their advantage from the start.
And market without a stop...
At the expense of those dense and self absorbed,
Within their own defended limitations.
Ignoring who imported,
Or exported from their own shores!
Sold to the highest bidder.
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Disquieting Silence
Every argument raised and disclosed,
Has resulted in an environment exposing misdeeds.
Fragmented by incompetent self indulgence.
And contradictions upheld with blatant hypocrisies.
Overwhelmed by indecent and decadent depths!
For many decades swept,
Under a rug to keep philanthropic acts of deceit,
Neatly kept!
Although known and shared behind false smiles bared.
And revealing a pain no longer hidden by restraints.
That can be maintained to masquerade treason.
Or complaints of depleted resources hoarded.
The reason their barks are now loudly heard,
To confuse those upset.
Believing their best interests are being threatened.
By a charading chase for terrorists,
On foreign lands nesting!
As they who fight these aggressions...
Try to free themselves of pests!
Those of greed have succeeded.
And yet the mess harvested,
Is not of their doing!
This with innocence they profess.
As they squirm from their own applied screwings.
Scattering investments from bolstered crests!
But no one of clear consciousness,
Can accept the doings of the deeds done.
Watchdogs selected to protect their treasures...
Scholarly dressed have been the best of scum!
And the bleeding that comes,
Affects everyone...
Into a disquieting 'silence' that stuns!
And shocked they can not hock,
Their worthless pretensions...
As darkness descends upon their whims to rule,
And conquer!
As easily as rewritten history shielded in the past!
These are not the days for those transgressions...
To praise themselves in victory,
At the expense of those victimized!
And televised rescue opportunities to prove,
They are and have been always...
Scrutinized for their goodwill!
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Scandalous Decisions
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Eight Years
For eight years...
An incompetent leadership,
Rallied behind the support...
Of despair and fear.
To incite the rise of terrorists.
And it has been made very clear,
Those uniting together to keep fear near...
Have themselves been distanced,
By the people who have chosen hope.
To conquer and defeat division.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accredited Arrogance
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
More people seek happiness not grief.
More are seeking purpose than symbols of success.
More are finding reality is cheaper to keep,
Than the skyrocketing expense of maintaining delusion.
Many are turning their backs away,
From those hollow feelings felt...
Left by the chase of over-taxing lifestyles.
Awakening to the facts,
A sigh of relief is more welcomed...
Than a status obtained that has gone.
And no one has of yet confessed,
As to what they have kept possessed...
From 'owning' anything that has been repossessed,
To be sold at auctions to the highest bidder.
After one has slaved away throughout one's life,
To keep a pride dignified at a price today...
One can no longer socially flaunt,
With an accredited arrogance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Center of Golden Trinkets
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
No one can fake an ownership that does not exist.
The consciousness of the Earth will not permit it!
A divineness given has made some minds sick...
With a wicked self centeredness that is going to be punished.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
It stay and wanted to share resources.
Forces proceeded to addict a mindset to things.
Increasing the need to fill empty spaces with waste.
And the luxury of bad taste.
With the acceptance of disrespect.
As well as a lack of discipline...
And that which is connected.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
In fact...
Any who had any of that left,
Wept!
And helplessly stood by to watch their country bleed.
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
But others too impatient to wait for God's command...
Believed they only had to steal to find themselves the chosen.
To find themselves the center of golden trinkets to adorn,
And distract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking All The Rules
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.
I can feel it!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing On The Other Side
Whatever it was you thought you had time to do.
And with a familiar procrastination...
You would do what pleases you.
And...
With a comprehension missed,
Along with an attention span...
You pawned for something quicker,
With an ease you believed...
You could control and demand?
Well,
Attached your ears to this...
Those days are gone!
And those that have moved on...
Have left you,
Behind.
Standing on the other side of that mental divide.
Standing and waiting,
For an acknowledgement you had grown accustomed...
That others would provide.
But you missed them!
Standing as the winds of changed,
Pushed you aside.
And they were there...
Giving you a long wave goodbye.
Like in...
Do whatever you please,
'Cause that day has come...
For most to ignore,
What it is you have not yet done!
What you could not believe,
Has arrived to make you convinced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We took the means
He spread his message
With intention to spread his name.
We took the message.
He made an invention
With intension to leave his name.
We took the device
God gave erotic pleasure
With intention to induce births.
We took the pleasure.
22.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Highlights Of My Life
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Era Freed
That strangle hold of deceit,
Released.
A ray of Sun appears,
Through the cracks of doors...
Slowly opening.
Tears are drying from needless wars.
And the urge to address...
The presence of conflicts,
Once pressed upon hearts...
Suppressed with burdens,
Lift to erase fear from faces.
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
Bold and daring.
And equipped to whip,
Those losing their hold on demonicness.
There is no place for evil to exist!
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
And those who choose to know it...
Will lay down their weapons in defeat!
'These are My people!
And you will let them go!
Or prepare to pay the price...
In your defiance! '
Sayeth 'The Voice' that speaks.
Witnessed by those who see...
An era freed,
From the misdeeds of wickedness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So U Think U Can
Break the ice, break the silence
Keep the spirit, keep the word.
U ‘ll leave behind the signs
Know no man by birth is lord
So if u think u can
Give the thought a positive turn
Thy shall then stand tall of all men.
The way u see things
Is the way u try doing
Now give ur views the wings
And air, ur way should be moving
So if u think u can
Give ur views different flight
Thy shall then fly above all men.
Break the cloud of fear
Always that stops u to start
Know everything can happen here
& a silly fear cannot stop pulling cart
So if u think u can't
Give ur fear a thought
That it can never stop a start.
Stop right away those tears
Know they don't wash any fear
Before u see ur life wears
Build up hope and freeze those tears
So if u think u cant
Give ur tear that kind of feel
That comes when u had happy meal.
Know a thought of CAN is hindered
When u r silent and visioned
Know a thought of CAN'T is killing
When u r in a tear or in fear,
That hides the way u can hear…
the job u think u CAN………………
poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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Unmistakably Awake
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
And if one decides not to forgive,
With a memory not to forget.
The misdeed received was not thought of as a gift.
And forgiving actions to forget like this,
Invites a re-occurrence.
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
Deceivers believe their misdeeds can be repeated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lonely Thespian
This darkness comes over me,
assaulting with stark reality,
like a tree in the field
alone and stripped of its shield.
When the rain clouds have left,
I was a victim of a theft,
forced to be part of a thespian,
playing out my retrogression.
I'm forced to watch myself,
he's forced to burden himself,
a broken lock holds back my violence,
as I cause only silence.
I sit by the river,
and I start to shiver,
contemplating my mistakes,
wishing from reality to awake.
My mind cannot focus,
my heart, eaten by locusts,
my mind feels so alone,
my heart like dust has been blown.
Love for me is naught,
the lady with death's water is fraught,
my friends want to kill me,
fear and distrust have become a sea.
Why is my world full of hate?
Has this been the work of fate?
My failure makes me tremble and shake,
how can everybody be so fake?
This loneliness is my dark cave,
maybe death will make me brave.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Ordinary Days
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds just what he's looking for
And like a shooting star he shines
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can
If we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
As he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Though they did not feel no
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger for I feel
I've held him for all of time
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can, no
And if we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee
And you must be
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
was it all in my head?
Didn't he ask if I would come along?
It all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door I saw that boy
Standing there with a deal
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can, no
And if we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
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Veronica
Love Yahweh your Father by walking in all His ways,
Like the monkey and the banana!
Love one another around you and the world,
Like the 'pig-feet' exported to Ghana!
But, they are sold in the markets for people to buy and eat.
Life is also like the 'turkey-tails' exported to Ghana,
Sold in the markets for people to buy and eat;
And of the 'stock-fish's heads' exported to Nigeria!
Sold in the markets for people to buy and eat,
But life to us is like a missing child in the forest.
Veronica, your thinking is very opposite to mine;
So how can we live together on this earth?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Seeking the Best and Freshest Poontang They Could Get
Loose poontang was all over the place.
Some was sold but most was given away.
The sailors would dock upon these shores...
Many years ago!
Seeking the best and freshest poontang they could get.
And leaving the townspeople with resources...
Some hoarded and most adored for the ease,
This abundance left them...
To feed their sleazy greedy needs!
The critics wished to address,
The freshness of the poontang.
Disclaiming this did not represent...
Images they declared misunderstood when presented.
They wanted it to be widely known...
They are of the self righteous kind!
At least the wanted this kept charaded.
But no one would deny,
The poontang kept their manicured pretentions...
From taking an economic nose dive.
And those who came to taste and marvel the poontang agreed...
This adventure was no different than casinos.
And perhaps legalizing this mischief,
Would increase their incomes and not have their dollars bleed.
And so it was!
Poontang began to lift low spirits.
Thus providing another rewritten chapter...
To raise the stakes.
And erase the already lowered levels of tolerance!
Afterall...
It is about that dollar!
And how to achieve getting it without offending dignities!
Even the gutter can become cherished,
When the status of it is upgraded!
And marketed as such!
Giving it a refurbished quality of class and snob appeal!
Everyone will want to have a piece of it!
And so the gutters too,
Were painted to induce captivating reflections of rainbows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold As Seen
You know the place where faces fit
I've heard they've got a name for it
Lets go back to the sandy shores
The velvet skies are ours once more
We're fake, for real
Our minds are steel
Our eyes are green
We're sold as seen
I heard you joined the main parade
A hero dressed in ticker-tape
And go if all the worlds a trick
I'll take the sky and measure it
So leave your favourite photograph
The only thing you had that lasts
And go back to the sandy shores
The velvet skies are ours once more
There all for real
There is no deal
They're sold as seen
You know the place where faces fit
I've heard they've got a name for it
Lets go back to the sandy shores
The velvet skies are yours once more
You're fake, for real
Your minds are steel
Your eyes are green
You're sold as seen
Sold as seen
We're fake, for real
Our minds are steel
Our eyes are green
We're sold as seen
Sold as seen
Sold as seen
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Sinning To Many Is A Frightening Premise
A familiarity may breed contempt.
And that encompasses,
A host of influences.
Having a familiarity,
May also include...
Some experiences achieved.
But an ignorance that breeds contempt,
Says a lot about one's limitations.
And the ease by which,
One who is thoughtless 'and' mindless too...
Can be programmed to self destruct.
Based on the feeding of fear alone.
And many people do,
Self destruct within minds stuck.
And fear to those ignorant,
Is as familiar to them...
As is their lack of knowledge.
Which also to them is treated like a sin.
And sinning to many like this,
Is a frightening premise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Crop From a Premium Stock
Viciously they fight themselves.
As if these attacks,
Will bring back a lack of integrity.
Or erase the affects of their greed.
Again and again...
Truth exposes their misdeeds.
And again and again,
They attempt to hide their sins!
But for how long can this go on...
When the light of honesty,
Brightly exposes the darkness...
That is being lifted away from them.
Showing none familiar or experienced,
To keep this effect dimmed!
Catastrophic is their drop.
A consciousness of this wont stop!
A fresh crop from a premium stock,
Is being harvested!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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