Cracks of Foundations
She's a woman.
And he is black.
Republicans and democrats...
Fighting to decide,
Who lacks what...
As conditions continue,
To slide into a nose dive.
A pettiness is revealed...
That exposes the cracks,
Of foundations...
Crumbling around us,
As these 'leaders'...
Freely each other attack!
Racist views in a land that is mixed.
Should not exist nor produce conflicts.
But all that this shows,
Is a selfishness that has become bloated...
And overdosed as publicly noted.
With a need to see who's greed,
Will succeed...
To turn what had been great,
To a serving of crumbled toast...
Disributed upon broken plates.
To feed the demonic who salivate!
And only then it seems...
Those with this need will boast!
And how sick can they be,
To willfully lead a fading empire...
With this mental disease!
To float aloft with ego eased...
Licking lips dipped with spitted quips,
And displaying such shallowed valor!
As all sit and observe,
Such a disturbing tragedy!
And the signs are around,
No longer hidden and easily found...
That God is not at all with us pleased!
And He is on the verge,
To bring us all to our knees!
Showing us our 'cancerous' ways...
Are devices He neither wishes,
Or this world He has created needs!
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
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Those With Unenlightened Appetities
Opposition to a united position,
People are seeking and more than wish...
With intentions to mend and heal,
That which has been broken.
Reveals more each day...
A division amongst people inflicted,
And led astray does not pay.
Not for the ones held to limitations,
By those who wish their greed and selfishness...
Creates and establishes a strong foundation.
But instead have done more to produce conflicts,
Than insist a respect for all is needed with commitment.
If greatness is to exist to be for everyone to witness.
And not just a myth a few feast upon,
That is kept exclusively.
Until defeat widens the cracks that invite failure.
Showing an opposition to that which is right,
Seems always there to be on the side...
Of those with unenlightened appetites.
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Fed Up!
Change?
Less of that,
Will be left in your pocket!
The 'spiritual deities'
Are fed up!
They have come
To prove to all...
No longer are they sitting in wait,
For those to partake
In salivating destructive greed.
Change has come to us,
Indeed!
And for those contemplating,
A celebration to occur.
A curbing of enthusiasm,
Is now being stirred.
Divisional religious beliefs?
These 'deities' aren't sitting with wings...
Humming on clouds and patting their feet!
This 'organism' we call Earth,
Will be heard...
When He of the She of It finally speaks!
And we are here to witness a major transformation.
Disturbing with cracks...
To dismiss the myths of bogus foundations!
And fake destinies created,
For purposes to deceive!
Fed up 'They' are!
And on the move to prove...
They are not in debate or seeking advice.
From a group of 'louse'...
An insecting family of lice!
'They' have created this planet that breathes!
Correcting this misunderstanding will be done.
Without scriptures to read,
To free 'itself' of further disease!
Whether or not humanity lives or dies...
Those 'deities' controlling us,
Are certainly going to thrive and survive!
Fed up!
'They' are.
With our pretentions, pettiness...
Disrespect and neglecting ways!
With a disregard for our lives 'They' made.
And excuses to abuse this 'home' we nest,
Infesting it with destruction...
And selfish alibis!
Fed up!
'They' are.
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
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Man made the heaven
God created woman and man invented lust.
God created impulses and man found devices.
He decked out breasts, waist and pelvis,
Man crafted kisses, bites and licks.
It is man, who turned blossom to orgasm,
Plexus to erotic and volcano to lava.
Also is man, who showed her heaven,
Hitherto to her hidden, and in serving
Womankind, found himself in heaven.
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In Civil Disobedience!
The majority of them have lived their lives,
In an isolated racist bubble.
Now that their comfort has been marked by troubles...
They seek a bailout from their mindless gains.
With wishes their selfishness did not exist.
Or had not been obvious to others,
Who had witnessed this!
While a greed was fed to exploit those in need.
Those who now seem much better off.
Since they have less blood to bleed...
Than those who lived totally on their good credit.
And loans the economy...
Can no longer assist them in their leeching to feed.
And their misdeeds and deceit...
Now chases them in fear!
With no escape from this beast!
While they swarm the streets...
In civil disobedience!
Treating them with a taste of defeat!
Completely out of their minds...
Come the times for those of selfishness!
Protesting that their interests,
Has left them in duress!
With no fingers to point.
As they are kept close to their own chests!
In attempts to keep themselves...
From losing their precious breath!
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Diminishing In Support And Interest
The business of greed,
Has disguised the starting of wars...
As missions to save humanity.
Such conflicts of hunger and homelessness exist,
Without threats associated to the terrorists.
And exposes those deeds achieved by the hypocrites...
That leaves the business of greed,
A clarifying representation of those using deceit.
With increased opportunities to feed their evils.
And advocating the belief a victory sought...
Will bring a people collectively to their feet to cheer.
Although these acts are diminishing in support and interest.
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
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Nurtured Crops
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
Implemented with a consciousness,
By the ones patiently harvesting their laments.
With wishes to increase their gluttony.
And inflict upon others,
A sense to impress with an exclusiveness...
Only those selected would get.
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
And those nurtured crops,
From the beginning quite damaged...
Were raised and praised to reflect a need.
And the feeding of this misfit craving...
Has today been denounced,
As blemishes that flaws...
The mindset of a blinded society.
Those impending signs of tragedy,
Have long ago been seeded.
Accompanied by the taste for greed.
And even though,
There has been those speaking against this...
The marketing of this addicting sickness,
Will continue as long as a dollar is made.
That very same dollar,
Faithfully worshipped but not associated with craze.
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Flip That Coin That Had Been Dished
It is all quite obvious.
No one should concern themselves
With being labelled unpatriotic.
Or anti-establishment...
With nonconformist inclinations.
Or be told with the boldest of self-centered greed...
'If you don't like it 'here',
Go back from where you came from! '
A statement frequently used by those who abused,
The rights of others blatantly!
And of course they had already been 'there'...
Stripping the land of its resources.
And turning those on their own homelands,
Into their own personal slaves!
And living grand.
As they watch them suffer...
From an assortment of dire conditions.
Even today,
This is documented!
With a pretense,
Of how they wish to have them saved.
To teach their children the act of charity!
As they masquerade their demented ways.
I think it's quite clear...
Those that have been thrown out of their own homes,
By their own greed and treachery.
Wish today,
When they prayed...
They had wished they had done so,
To mend their own selfish wisckedness.
That now betrays,
Their superior wishes
To see themselves worshipped...
As rulers over others.
Instead of victims of their own ignorance!
But then again...
Some lessons aren't learned,
As much as they are repeated.
To feel the heat of burning.
Over and over again.
Most of them enjoy implementing self defeat.
As if they miss...
The hell they receive.
Now being self inflicted,
By desires to feed...
A gluttonous unlimited greed!
Bleeding from their beliefs,
To bring themselves everlasting sorrow.
With a truth abandoned.
But emphatically...
A process,
To become traumatically confronted.
'Why do you insist upon being so racist? '
I beg your pardon!
I am not a racist at all.
These are merely observations,
From one who had been oppressed...
By another's restrictive, inclusive happiness!
You can call it an unsweetened delivery of thought.
If you wish...
To flip that coin that had been dished.
Rusting or not!
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If I Got To Speak At The Capital
If I got to speak at the Capital
I would give it my best and it goes like this;
Republicans, Democrats, and Independents too! !
we need to get the red, white, blue on the move
Party divides do not work, our people need to work,
medicare, SSI for the old and the needy
we all can not survive on the needs of yesterday
the needs of today will affect the needs for tomorrow
the old paved our way, the young needs to make waves
The U.S. is the land of opportunity and the free
Here in the nation's Capital I beg to you
It's time we move on to New beginnings
remember what our fore fathers have taught us
To treat each other equal, not by race, money or religion
work together to create a better life for all
for now we need it most, at no cost
Save us from the debit of our predecessors
recreate a partisan place, and save grace
We can't take it so much longer
It was the poor who for so hard to make this country
The rich to found and nourish this great land
it took the old to make the U.S. Great
Now it takes the young to make it stronger and wiser
between you and me, we all can make it better
just the walls need to crumb down.
no more rich, no more poor, bring on the brotherhood
for we are one great land, from here to there, we are one
So break these walls and save this land
come one, come all
Times have changed, now we must change
no more battles in the house, let's make peace
start over from the beginning
a new start and a strong fight
Republicans, Democrats, Independents too
break the walls down and come together for the good ol' USA
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These Corporate Crims
These corporate crims are no longer quite rare
And plenty of them in the big World out there
But of the Universal Consciousness so little we know
In karma 'tis true that we reap what we sow.
These super rich crims to themselves may drink a toast
But for their crimes 'tis the have nots who do suffer the most
The more money they have the more they seem to need
And many must grow poorer because of their greed.
They do not spare one thought for those in poverty
And they lack in compassion and in empathy
Their greed for more money it leads them to crime
And far better than them are in jail serving time.
To the laws of fair trade respect they do not pay
But we reap what we sow that is the karmic way
Their great lust for money to crime them does lead
But others must suffer because of their greed.
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The Hopeless
a force fed lie, our dead dream, awake upon a staircase, start looking downward into hell where the last life screamed and we screeched "we're all ways, all ways a bloody mess a bloody mess" lieing hole, tired eyes, you're screeching, your scraping the bone with your life, into a dream, we will fade. hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, their calling of the dead, calling ov the dead. you liars, and your face, and your eyes separate the fear, the lies, the fate. set into eyes the calling of the dead, image in the light they calling you dead, they wont believe signs, they don't believe your cries, they all ways open eyes, and the light all over your head, your head. time distortion, crawling on to your knees, crawl onto the floor,get off your feet, a lie in the wake, spiraling down, glass feeling moments all over your arms, over your arms. condemned, force fed, force fed, your calling dead. feeling your flesh ripped apart with heaven and hell. the conflict of everything was sent from heaven and hell, the conflict of disease, the life long breeding season, for your lips you'll take away the life that was given so easily, now all becomes the entity of hate, shows you hate, shows you light shows you everything. everything. the fading light, a broken dream, you're everything. your everything. kneel to the floor get off your knees, raise up to the light, you wont feel a thing, inject the needle, inject the time, kill all the light with forces of the night. all ways a lost day, all ways a hopeless brain, all ways everything, all ways force fed. into your head, into head, into your life, where you dream, that's where you go,that's how it lives, that how you know pain, know choice, know life, no choice, no freedom just separation segregation, the annihilation, annihilation. annihilation, annihilation.
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Kingdom Wishes
The cloak begins to slip off their backs.
No stepping aside or stepping to avoid,
Attacks.
This duo on top...
Squirm to bring chaos,
They started to a stop.
And their bark is sparking new revelations!
They market doom and holocaust scenes,
To demean the realities of common man!
They remain in conference with plans,
Not yet revealed!
No other ones are fearing their fate
With created anger and hate...
Like they do!
And the dwindling few that follow them
With zeal and nervousness!
And no one benefits from their command...
At all!
Accept those who rehearse...
Crawling after their fall from grace,
That has been disgraced with greed!
And they defy even those who turn their heads...
As they boldly slip into chambers of power!
To plant the hour of another disception.
They want to control all resources,
And rule the 'World'!
With might,
That has broken the backs
Of their own fighters!
They market doom...
And holocaust scenes to demean
The 'realities'
Of common man!
Who they believe can not see them...
Tossing lives away for purposes left noted,
In chauffeured limosines!
BUT...
They are not the ones who are on the horizon!
Those totally out of view of the ones who toast
Unconscious efforts.
God provides and rules HIS Kingdom!
Not those of kingdom wishes...
And in betrayal,
Nipping between caviar schemes
Plotting mindlessly their own disasters!
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Echolalia
Autistically freed...
From a conformity enforced.
And inflicted!
A society drenched with beliefs...
That its 'normality' is sought.
Although chilling ills...
Upon it Mother Nature has brought.
And conflicting with it!
As a message is left...
To dust and sit!
Characterized by self-absorption!
Repetitive behavior...
And language dysfunctions!
Echolalia is on the rise.
And the infected have increased.
Observe it as it is practiced...
Everywhere and on every street!
A mental beast is unleashed,
To cease sensibilities.
Could this be...
Another designer disease to feed us now?
And strapped on the backs,
Of those divided between greed...
And unconsciously fed,
On racist attacks allowed!
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Crank the radio up...
And give us more of that! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Crank the radio up...
And give us more of that! '
'Crank the radio up...
And give us more of that! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
TURN THAT THING OFF!
That is disgusting and offensive!
~Huh? Why?
...get back?
Those ain't cuss words! ~
You have no idea how sick your madness is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Obvious and Demean
Who decided how we 'should' live,
Is deserved?
And the way we live...
In the pursuit of less conflict,
Is insignificant?
What few with 'pull' and 'balls'
With injurious intentions for all...
Collected to connect,
To upset
With disturbing peacelessness?
More obvious and demean.
More of this rise in hatred seen.
And...
More of a correctness comes to intervene.
It is yet seen,
But comes.
And for those who see it coming closer,
It shows.
Who decided how we should live?
In prefabricated fears to defend with deceit?
The greedy?
Of selfishness needs to fill whims,
To discard on the fields of disrespect!
Like their own children,
They feed lust, filth and cheating...
As a way in life to succeed.
With a harboring jealously that hides,
Internal insecurities.
Now..
They make attempts,
Trying to convince...
With restrictions of physical borders,
Constructed and fenced.
And...
These are those of them,
Who steal and claim power with such recklessness?
With an accepted seductiveness for desires to inspire,
Chaos!
And believe by confessing it,
Gains them a visit from the Pope?
And he comes...
Provoked!
And he told them.
All was well...
Until the few of incompetance,
Decided to whip up tricks to depict
Leadership to lead us into unending battles!
To instill,
Their version...
Of a living hell.
And doing it just for their own demonic ways to thrill.
Themselves.
And now with new inventions to restrict.
Any noncomformist ideas to circumvent...
To avoid with common sense,
What is being done.
They prepare...
Choices they announce:
'Either run away further into doubt?
Or stand to make a call for change!
If you dare.
And if you do it will be done our way.
Black? White? Hispanics or others...
Chosen to dislike as we incite division.'
Whether they proceed to succeed or fail.
Will be on their diminishing consciousness.
More obvious and demean.
And...
More of a correctness comes to intervene.
It is yet to be seen,
But comes.
And for those who see it coming closer,
It shows.
And those who oppose what is being done...
Run!
But to where?
Since when it comes,
It comes to make it clear...
It comes from everywhere to silence fears,
And dry the tears from whomever they may fall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I never held any preference between Republicans and Democrats, since I always believed that, although both parties diverge in terms of social policies, they both bow down to the same Wall Street puppet-masters. However, a rabid lunacy has overtaken the Democrats and their Big Media proxies. Sadly, it manifests in the most pernicious forms of racial, sexual, and political neo-McCarthyism. If a person can be linked closely to a Russian, then he may be accused of treason. If a man is the least bit aggressive with a woman, then he might be tarnished as a predator. If a white has the audacity to contradict a black or brown, then he faces ludicrous denunciation as a racist who is guilty of privilege. In the future, historians will look back upon this chapter in USA history, in which a contagion of politically correct fascism, aka, neo-McCarthyism, swept across the land, and they may determine that the cumulative damage to the national psyche constitutes a cultural Black Death, far more nefarious to the human spirit than the original medieval plague."
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Found In Our Treasured Constitution
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
With excuses made,
About their accepted way of life.
One that incenses the activation of division...
That spreads like a cancer,
To have no ending in sight.
Although they are responsible for conflicts incited,
Like children they are...
Denying they've started any fights.
And yet those who are observing the initiation of all of this...
Do not wish to admit,
They've been influenced by those given microphones...
To air their 'beefs',
That victimizes those innocent.
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
'We have the right to defend,
Any unrest that we begin.
And 'that' can be found in our treasured constitution.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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