Death By Subliminal Sublimity
It can not be seen...
An accepted presence,
To ween by poisoned meat.
Poisoned treats fed and eaten,
To get less people off their feet.
Where are those inspecting,
To protect and defend?
These activities are implemented.
Unbelieved by those who pretend.
It can not be seen,
Death by subliminal sublimity.
An ecstasy to induce...
A craving introduced to seduce and kill!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poisoned Rose
The poisoned rose
That you gave to me
It left me half alive
And half in ecstasy
But if half of your love
Is all I can win
Give me just a fraction
But no more medicine
The poisoned rose
On a valentine card
That you take straight to the heart
That you call my junkyard
But if all I can do
Is save pieces of you
The piece of your mind
The piece of your heart
Didnt tear me apart
Like the poisoned rose
I received from you
I dont know
How we came to grow
Into this very sad affair
Everytime we do the decent thing
Somebody spikes the drink
And a single becomes a pair
The poisoned rose
That you wear at your best
That I keep pressed between the white sheets
Where you lie half undressed
I threw away my shirt and shoes
You looked and I dived in
Its just you and me now
cause I threw away the gin
I threw away your alibis
And all your worn-out clothes
I threw myself upon the floor
But I couldnt throw away
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Days Gone By....
Thursday.
got a headache on Wednesday
Tuesday was bad,
and Monday was unforgiving.
negative energies are always here with me.
There is a maggot feasting on the poisoned rat.
I poisoned it last week, and days are not
that efficient to kill it without seeing
another light.
It died inside the cabinet causing us
too much disturbance.
Friday, another poem.
I hate sadness. I expect redemption.
But Friday is another usual Friday.
It cannot forget that poisoned rat
that died on a Thursday.
Saturday, i will be away on a boat
crossing the sea towards an island
Sunday, again
there is no church, It is the mountain again
No, not Calvary.
It is my day with the working people.
I will eat with them
It is the day after my
5oth birthday
nothing big.50 is nothing
but a number inferior
to 60.
So what is the big deal?
i am still, no matter what,
lengthwise or
side-wise, i am still another
dust,
unseen fungus on
the scalp of another
unwashed head.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Suckers Drown
You may have no dialogue...
And one conversation.
Am I going to pay attention to it?
The first time I might.
The second time,
Perhaps.
The third time around?
I may nod in your presence.
If within the 20 yrs of my nodding,
You may say something I have missed...
I hope you forgive me!
But I will never turn my back on you!
Too many of the people over there have done that,
To each other.
And look where that has gotten them?
And still they try to take the last dollar,
Out of their mama's own hand!
But they want to accuse me of my loyalty.
And they don't have a definition of what that means!
Look at them...
Pointing their fingers at me.
And everyday I go over there to break my back...
Pouring water out of their sinking ship!
With no assistance.
And all they do,
Is complain about my relationship with you.
'They've been poisoned! '
What did you say?
'They've been poisoned! '
Is that the reason they dislike you?
You should not have said that from the pulpit,
While I was away!
What should I do?
'Let them suckers drown!
They'll get the point then! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the first I became convinced that what I must look for was lead dust and lead fumes, that men were poisoned by breathing poisoned air, not by handling their food with unwashed hands.
quote by Alice Hamilton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Subliminal
As I got hit by a car there was a message for me
As I went through the windshield, I noticed something
Subliminal (subliminal)
In an unnoticeable way
Important (important)
And hard to see
Subliminal (subliminal)
Subliminal (subliminal)
While lying there in my bed there was a message for me
As I went through the pillow, I noticed something
Subliminal (subliminal)
In an unnoticeable way
Important (important)
And hard to see
Subliminal (subliminal)
Subliminal (subliminal)
Subliminal (stare into the subliminal)
Subliminal (for as long as you can)
Subliminal (stare into the subliminal)
Subliminal (for as long as you can) (stare into the subliminal)
(stare into the) subliminal (stare into the subliminal) (for as long as you can)
(subliminal) subliminal (for as long as you can) (stare into the subliminal)
(stare into the) subliminal (stare into the subliminal) (for as long as you can)
(subliminal) subliminal (for as long as you can) (stare into the subliminal)
(stare into the) subliminal (stare into the subliminal) (for as long as you can)
(subliminal) subliminal (for as long as you can) (stare into the subliminal)
(stare into the) subliminal (stare into the subliminal) (for as long as you can)
(subliminal) subliminal (for as long as you can) (stare into the subliminal)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Evil Kin
I'm hunting ym, darkened kin,
Those who live in shadowy sin,
He is of the race, know as Blood Elves,
Who care for nothing but themselves,
They dont hesitate to injure or kill,
Relying mainly on curses of ill,
He killed my love with a poisoned dart,
Her death struck me through my heart,
So now i hunt him down,
Tracking him silently, creating no sound,
When i find him, i'll stab him straight,
Death, is now his only fate,
poem by Kieran J1996
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Until It Is Seen
Since they don't think of themselves,
As great.
Their activities produce...
Far less than great things.
What's in the mind,
People will find around them!
You know...
Seek to find,
For validation!
I grew up around some 'Dare to Be Brilliant People'.
All we had was our minds.
And early acquaintances with a can opener!
We were challenged then to use our minds...
And look our best!
These were in schools,
Before the 'Let's Move Away From 'Them' Those Negros'...
Days.
I remember too well,
When they were implemented.
Like the beginning of the ending of something.
You know...
It's like the feeling one gets,
When someone else does something stupid.
And you want to reach out...
But the 'I'm Better Than You' look is given!
So one backs off,
And does their own thing.
One backs off,
And observes the mistakes occurring.
One backs way off...
When insults begin to be thrown!
And this is condoned by the environment!
And backed by government policies.
Introduced to protect the greed of thieves.
Since they don't think of themselves,
As great.
Not face to face.
Their activities produce...
Far less than great things.
What's in the mind,
People will find around them.
To distort their existence.
With an enhanced ignorance.
Like devastation one creates.
And choosing to describe it...
In a way that it does not affect,
A reflection of their insecurities.
And wishing they could move away from them...
Like something they find disgusting!
To invent their own demise.
One accepted as more trusting.
And one that can be disguised.
But those with early acquaintances,
With a can opener...
Had been 'conditioned' to observe these events,
From distances.
And with opened eyes.
In a rejected effectiveness!
That begins to disturb.
And peel slowly away,
To expose and pain the nerves.
Of those who choose their conflicts,
To battle on fields no longer appealing.
Comes back to affect those now desperate.
Those expressing a social and mental,
Defectiveness!
And banning together to protest...
Their 'upsetness' in regret!
And in a massive state of denial.
But these days 'from' them,
They can not push away.
Like visions on a TV set!
They can turn off and go play!
Today those 'visions' are there,
To show them how they came.
And how they got that way.
And an ugliness prepares to come to sit.
And visit!
Until it is seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into Forensics
Death did not kill them.
The way they lived killed them.
Death just ended it from being prolonged.
And stopping their activities,
To bring them eternal peace.
Experienced by a physical release.
Allowing an entrapped soul to be freed.
Death did not kill them.
The way they lived killed them.
Death just ended it from being prolonged.
Unlike ignorance.
Ignorance commits mass murder on a daily basis.
And gets away with it.
To defend those who become offended...
If they are accused of it.
'AND' their guilt is proven!
You're into forensics.
Figure that one out!
I'm going somewhere to enjoy my divorce.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Search For Death
off they went three foolish greedy men
in search of death to kill him before they die they mean
onward they went with neither food nor spleen
but for a bottle that soon dried up of wine
everywhere they went they asked of him
but all they heard as they searched in vain
was his name on everyones lip and mane
on the way an old sage they met
whom to a cave yonder directed this set
undearneath the cave, gold coins they met
oh! what a booty all three said and meant
no more looking for death
as momentarily they forget their quest
among themselves off they sent
one to find food for them at least
oh! how deep mens mind are led
for behind his back two in greed
decided to kill the other and share the gold
the other on his way, also in greed
decided to kill the two to have the gold
oh! foolish greedy men
in the end found death but not when they expected
for the other, the two killed
and ate the poisoned food he brought
oh! what a fate befell em all
as all three trussed up and very dead
found death when least expected
poem by Hamid Kareem
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Not Conscious Of Its Acceptance
I have an idea!
Let's all pretend,
What is happening,
Isn't.
'Is that the best you can do?
We've been doing that for years.
That's how we got into this mess.'
Well...
Let's all pretend,
To be disconnected from it.
The mess.
'There is just one problem.'
What is it?
'How can we excuse our involvement,
Without acknowledging...
We were not conscious of its acceptance? '
I have another idea.
'What is it? '
We can always say,
We didn't exist when the 'mess' was implemented.
'I have an idea.'
Good!
Let's hear it.
'Why don't you keep your ideas to yourself.
And implement a nonthinking process.
I'm willing to bet,
'That' will be accepted.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daddy Died Mommy Cried The Little Girl Laughed
Daddy is dead
Mommy shakes her head
They say Mommy poisoned him
And all the little girl can do is laugh
The little girl wanted to shout joyfully
It was all the little girl's fault
The little girl poisoned Daddy
Finally the little girl's revenge
Mommy and Daddy used to beat the little girl all the time
Mommy would watch and laugh while the little girl screamed
Because Daddy was raping the little girl
hey people a girl i knew wrote this poem
creepy huh?
poem by Ark Angel Of Shadows
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Rage
Rage, rage oh burning rage
What gentle soul have you claimed
And torn from which a heart
Once good, noble and loving
No more could you let a soul rest
And find the joys of which it sang
No you poisoned it with misery
You poisoned with the unrequited desire
That left many a sleepless night
Are the fates plying those strings
Or is karma quietly waiting
And in its wait the is nothing
But the dying of faith, hope and love
What this gentle soul this heart
What it once believed and trusted
That it wished to share with the world
What remains amidst all this rage
But the agony and the mistrust
The poisoned paranoia infects deep
And deep is the rage that burns
And so I am left unanswered
As to what gentle soul rage has claimed
So I curse it and its name
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Known By Many To Protect And Defend
It is difficult not to mention...
The depth and limitation of an ignorance.
Known by many to protect and defend.
Since if it is spoken against...
There are those who have been convinced,
Doing so is negative and has an evil intent.
And the ones condoning the presence of it,
Are employed to teach ignorance is accepted.
With a destroying of those who could influence,
A beneficial use of acquiring an intelligence...
That promises to become cost effective.
And at a savings done at one's expense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poisoned Gift
Forever young in a ground so cold
The splendor of your death still fresh to behold
In your neck an open wound
To spawn life into your Love
And to feed the creatures of our world
We have tasted from the poisoned gift of love
Which condemned us to forever fly alone
We have experienced an aged potion
The wine of life which stole us light
May we gather again and be as one
And to forever relish in the twin joys
As we taste from the poisoned gift of love
Forever young in a ground so cold
The splendour of your dance still there to behold
Our legend is a sin in tongues
To eternal sleep
song performed by by Moonspell from Irreligious
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Not Forever As Intended
A ruthless viciousness,
Whether fully disguised...
To keep it hidden.
Is still...
A ruthless viciousness determined....
To protect its true identity.
Although,
The nature of its activities...
Eventually becomes,
Unmasked.
For all to see,
What has taken place...
From behind the scenes,
Of its demeaning deeds.
With a deceitful quality...
For many,
Unbelieved!
A ruthless viciousness,
Whether fully disguised...
To keep it hidden.
Is still...
A ruthless viciousness determined,
To protect its true identity.
But not...
Forever as intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Love To Intimidate
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
Those people will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those who choose themselves to defend.
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
Those same people will pretend,
They don't know what is going on!
To then become offended,
By the ones who choose themselves to defend.
And....
The fighting never ends,
No!
People will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those they thought were weakened
And....
The fighting will not cease.
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
People will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those who choose themselves to defend.
People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And...
People love to intimidate,
Even though they've been so wrong.
And...
People love to intimidate,
From night until the dawn.
And...
Then pretend with innocence,
How they've been the victims all along!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rain
It rains on the redwood
that cover the mountain
The bark of them glistens
and darkens upon them.
I know the rain gladdens
The heart of the redwood
their branches all burdened
with numberless gems.
But what would they think, now,
these trees, if they knew
that the water they drink
was a poisonous brew
and the drops that accrue
to the needles and cling
were soon to undo them
and earthward-ward bring?
Oh, the forests are whispering
over all the vast land
'We are poisoned, O brothers
by poisonous hands.
Our children are sickened
and the last of our race
are pelted with sulphur
and poisoned apace.
So be mindful, O People
that the earth is an only
descended from father
to progeny born
and cannot be jetted
like the rind of an orange
like the hull of an acorn
for lack of a plan.
So, are...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread; they may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.
quote by Tyron Edwards
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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