Cropped From a Harvest
I have come to admire,
Those labelled as insane.
At least they are not the ones considered 'normal'.
And one day they've lost their mind and brains.
Like those who commit horrific and horrendous crimes.
The kind known and respected,
To represent those accepted as being just fine.
Before their backgrounds are studied in prime time.
Those who seem to have been called crazed...
Have also been pioneers in their 'day'.
And they are the ones who have paved the way...
To allow the laziness of madness,
To become so commonly displayed....
Today.
Without one hint of this being connected to the status quo.
Or the reason for its accepted hidden sickness,
Growing as if cropped from a harvest to be solicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The world in its madness
The world in its madness
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All this expectation
I need the release clause
Bona fied in contract
A day out of the mind
Trying to keep in pace
With all this change
The latest clothes
And relationships
All of which is expected
And used in judgement
Where is the joy found
When your force to fit in
I’d rather not be considered
To be classed as normal
The world is in its madness
A subtle twisted joke
I feel like the punch line
And seek to separate myself
Looking for the release clause
To be high on a plan
Some may look and talk
I may be labelled insane
But all I see and have seen
Is the world in its madness
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Non-threatening to perceptions accepted,
Are those most likely...
The recipients of positive attention given.
These are days of crazed mentalities.
And those attempting to solidify their agenda...
Can not afford too much truth to slip and confuse.
A wholesomeness projected is the expectation.
Although observations,
Witness those challenged by such a kept mindset.
Rapidly are the lifestyles changing.
Everyday someone new is claimed to be the blame.
Someone who dared to represent leadership.
Someone who appears approachable...
And doesn't mind it one bit being publicly screwed.
Or being paid generously to be called an idiot....
And defamed for principles said to be those of a fool.
Non-threatening to perceptions accepted,
Are those most likely...
The recipients of positive attention given.
But not when it is conducive to point fingers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rwanda was considered a second-class operation; because it was a small country, we had been able to maintain a kind of status quo. They were negotiating, they'd accepted the new peace project, so we were under the impression that everything would be solved easily.
quote by Boutros Boutros Ghali
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Preferably When The Lights Are Out
In these times we live...
Men are having sex with men.
Women are having sex with women.
They are bi-coastal...
Bi-polar,
Bi-sexual
And as dysfunctional as everything they represent!
Even those sneaking around in the halls of government...
Don't use the term 'gay'!
Even though their ancestors
Whose standards they are trying to cling onto...
Labelled the 1890's as the Gay '90's!
And they weren't attempting to surpress anything,
Back then!
But today?
Any and everything is accepted!
As long as it is done 'undercover'.
Preferably,
When the lights are out!
Or...
In bathroom stalls that are cleaned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do They Waste Such Time?
I was called a fool to offend.
And when that did not happen,
Since I ignored them...
It was then stated I felt I was better.
As if I was 'entitled' to be respected.
And I thought if my actions were not accepted...
Why do they waste such time?
And these are the folks who have provoked themselves,
Out of their own minds.
You know the kind?
Those with hopes to find someone who is worthy,
To inflict their mental illness.
And kill ambitions that weren't reflected,
In the spreading of expected dirt!
Why do they waste such time?
When in my mind my life has always been mine!
And not programmed to self destruct.
Something that addicts them.
And they can not give that up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mad At Last
It's sad when truth fails to be recognized.
To speak it is detrimental.
Those holding onto it are treated as traitors.
A structured belief system is crumbling.
The Infrastructure is stressed from neglect.
A forever in plastic face lifts,
With a nip and tuck to remove signs of reality
Is getting cheaper.
Diseased minds are crazed.
Lieing is the rage and accepted.
The fear of being human is fading.
Truth is being degraded into negativity!
Prisons are overcrowded...
Filled to the brim!
People are denying they are dieing from disorders!
The insane are begging for police to protect them...
From their own children!
And preachers are selling fraud,
To live tax free.
As they sweat in silk suits dancing on pulpits!
Madness is churning madness!
The strings of puppets are burning fast!
We are removed from comforts known in the past!
Madness is here!
Free to be mad!
Thanks be to the shoddy in everybody!
We are all here today and mad at last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Vision Is Not Man Made
Up from a continous bloom,
A beauty undaunted appears.
Through the crushes on paved concrete...
Nothing about its presence,
Seems to be obsolete.
Although those passing by,
Are disguised in accepted weaknesses.
This vision is not man made.
Nor has it accepted a growth...
Prevented by limitations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: God, Have Mercy on Sinners!
Oh what horrendous crimes men commit, Lord!
-much shameless acts, unimaginably sad!
Such souls should surely meet the divine sword;
Your fine creation keeps turning so mad!
Men look aghast at men's misdeeds these days;
Our tolerance has ebbed beyond control;
Yet, awesome God permits man's criminal ways!
No one predicts God's ways and His prime goal!
We pray for souls of victims of such crimes;
God, give the survivors, Your healing touch;
These are the ‘end days' penultimate times;
Show mercy on the demonized men much!
O Lord, prevent all unfairness on earth!
Preserve the meaning, worthiness of birth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-06-12
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Labelled As Disgruntled
Somehow...
It seems to me,
That pretense would not be the method needed...
To reverse the depth and magnitude,
Of this hole.
Truth has been avoided like the plague.
References to any kind of reality...
Immediately gets one labelled as disgruntled,
Or something to do with being disadvantaged.
Honesty for many is not accepted...period!
And still...
The connection between their selfishness and greed,
Does not connect...
To the reason why they are being left,
To moan and groan on their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Is Impossible
I do hope your world,
Is treating you fine.
Afterall,
There has been countless of times.
You would laugh at mine.
With a tolerance I accepted.
It seems today,
Impatience you find.
With a discovery of disappointments.
And in my world disappointments are acknowledged.
Accepting imperfections as a means to grow.
But you wouldn't know anything about that.
Since your etiquette for proper standards,
And your status to acquire political corretness...
Frees you to excuse your despairs,
As a means to pass your judgements.
I understand.
And I do hope your world,
Is treating you fine.
Afterall,
There has been countless of times
You would laugh at mine.
With a tolerance I accepted.
Who knows?
Maybe I'll find your world attractive one day.
Nothing is impossible.
Or
Perhaps,
Maybe I should give that 'impossibility' more thought?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crimes Of The Mind
Bigger than man walking on the moon
Coming to a theatre near you soon
This is what Im living for
You get a little bit
And you want a little more
Everything is fine
Crimes of the mind
I drink a little wine
Crimes of the mind
Heres to modern times
Crimes of the mind
Every dog will have its day
And all these dogs just want to play
You will reap what you sow
But the real truth we will never know
Everything is fine
Crimes of the mind
I drink a little wine
Crimes of the mind
Heres to modern times
Crimes of the mind
Rolling in the grime
Crimes of the mind
Digging for a dime
Crimes of the mind
Blind leading the blind
Crimes of the mind
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Evil is a fact not to be explained away, but to be accepted and accepted not to be endured, but to be conquered. It is a challenge neither to our reason nor to our patience, but to our courage.
quote by John Andrew Holmes
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The Obvious
Wake me from this altered state
My future's looking brighter all the time
I'm stumbling and delirious
Something's changed since those teenage days
I'm growing into my own
I'm the talk of the town
Looking strange and I'll say it out loud
There's nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Like you, like me
Twist my words so they reed me wrong
The truth was neevr good enough for you
Is that the best you can do?
Talk me down look in my face
Look at you now, feeling like the clown
Next time you should think it over
There's nothing left to hide
Nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Liek you, like me
With no reason, you twist my words
'Cause you're helpless lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
song performed by by Orgy
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Whether Accepted Or Left As It Is
Never will I chase away,
My discovery of love as it is displayed.
To be labelled for something it is not,
For a slotting done that creates someone's comfort.
With a choice to choose between indecision,
And complete disbelief.
The love I have found is genuine.
Be you a man or a woman it doesn't matter to me.
Love is not a piece of property own.
Nor is it expressed for just few to condone.
And whether accepted or left as it is,
The feeling I have I can not help but to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saddled
No one consciously wishes to admit it.
Not publicly anyway.
That many today appear sane and normal.
While taking doses of medication,
That is difficult to detect...
When one is effectively expressing.
Yet hidden is a mind defective.
Mentally crippled and stressed.
Unnoticed but spilled from sick lips,
Are accusations against those innocent.
With wishes to dismiss their own afflictions...
Although seeking to be accepted openly,
While in the process of sharing...
Their saddled addictions.
And soliciting to do this...
As if everyone should agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is commonly asserted and accepted that Paradise Lost is among the two or three greatest English poems; it may justly be taken as the type of supreme poetic achievement in our literature.
quote by John Drinkwater
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At The Expense Spent
Almost bare to nearly naked wearing feathers,
On a fashion runway with arms out stretched.
And the viewers watching this in prime-time on TV,
Are solicited to believe this temptress has secrets!
Hidden behind see through loosely fitting attachments.
While those assigned to probe the internet,
Hope to find anyone disobeying censorship laws...
That protect and not conflict with the innocence,
Of children maiming and killing enemies depicted...
Found conveniently on high priced video games.
And at the expense spent by parents wishing...
Their children less exposed to filth they might read!
Or perceived to bring to them mental harm,
That may cause them to commit deeds...
A wholesome and normal society declares is inappropriate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Their Wishes To Be 'Freaky
I think I've been called,
Every derogatory name there is.
When I was a kid that use to bother me.
Especially those names I couldn't spell.
I had at one time collected them.
To see which ones I preferred.
So...
To entertain,
I admit I then did some things that were strange.
Many years have passed,
And even today I'm considered 'eccentric'.
As if I did not spend my life pursuing this!
Status quo folks bore me to tears.
With their 'normal' way of doing things...
'Whatever' today people consider that 'is'.
And as I reach to seek for more challenges,
I realize I've almost outdone myself.
Believing I was made to test the waters,
Before anyone else.
And a few have sought me out to give advice.
With their wishes to be 'freaky' without paying the price.
'Back off!
I've earned this! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Had It
Once you have been lied to...
By anyone who claims,
They are close to you.
And this has been excused.
Get used to it.
You've allowed someone,
To make this a custom.
And you have become the one...
To disregard when it comes to respect.
So you should not suspect,
A reaction of getting upset...
Will be noticed or connected,
To what has been done.
Afterall...
When it comes to integrity,
It was accepted you had none.
If you did...
Your behavior would not be considered erratic.
If you had it!
But what you have is a lack of consistency.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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