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Diatribe

Some sit and try,
To dispense with a diatribe.
Focusing on selfish needs,
And hoping not to expose...
An imposing stupidity!
But they unleash such anger,
Attached to a shallowness.
It is clear they come with one objective!
And that one through their ranting,
No one can hear!
Electing to exit as their next step!
Although they believe themselves as sincere...
Once they are spotted,
Those who know them...
Choose not to go near!
And that is a lesson taught endeared!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be heard

Everything that's left is a waste of time,
to wait in the pressure,
trying to keep yourself together,
when everyone ignores you,
and you shout your feelings,
and no body is listening,
become the one that is feared,
give out your warning,
and make sure you say it loud and clear,
but when no one is listening,
unleash the anger,
the battle that is held within,
unleash your true you,
and let yourself be heard.

poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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No Step

I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black,
No step. no step.
There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step. no step.
Those afterburners cut in and kicked us high.
No step. no step.
The thin air shimmered, the sun cut through and burned my eye.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
Give me a jet stream schooner or a crew-legged goose.
No step. no step.
Im a clear-air jockey when they turn me loose
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket to the captains seat.
Will the shakes soon leave me, will I find my feet?
No step. no step.
No step. no step.
No step.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Th3 Fight In M3

Lost
Confused
Forgotten
Words that explain my life
Hate
Rage
Anger
Words that explain how I feel
But there are no words to explain the pain goes threw inside of me
Like a war is going on inside of me
Every day I feel as if I am fading away
No matter how far I run
I never could escape the fear
So I hold it in
All the anger that I hold in during the day
Unleashes during the night in my sleep
Sometimes I wish I just took my anger out on those who causes it
But then I hold my self back
Like a beast tied to unbreakable chain
But when I sleep
I do more fighting then sleeping
Like the anger just wants to hunt me
And the more I hold it in the more it feels like its going to unleash stronger
Maybe some day the anger, the fear and the pain will all unleash

poem by Stephen Merced
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Everytime I See This In Others

Every time,
And I've noticed this.
Since you are the lesson taught,
I see in myself.
Everytime.

Every time,
There is an obstacle presented...
For you to overcome,
There you are looking...
For an easy way to go around it.
Instead of confronting it head on,
On a journey meant for you to undo them.

But stubbornly you don't want to do it.
You want to sit and make excuses.
Hoping someone will come along,
To convince you have been victimized...
By someone who wants to see you punished.
And of this you are right.
You are the biggest self abuser you have in your life.

Every time,
And I've noticed this.
Since you are the lesson taught,
I see in myself.
Everytime.

And everytime I see this in others,
I am immediately reminded of myself.
And so blessed I am to recognize it.
Everytime I see how much I have learned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depressed With Love

Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it!
Some folks don't have it at all to give.
Negative and selfish takers...
Collecting waste and making heartbreakers.
That's what is done,
When someone dumps upon another someone.
For fun and stupidity.
Being as ignorant as they can be.
Oh I can't explain how that gets to me.
But it does.
Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it
Instead of throwing kisses...
I'd like to split a few lips with my fists.
I know that's not 'politically correct'
To handle those I view as misfit.
But it sometimes gets difficult to express...
I'm feeling deep warmth and happiness at best!
When I know I expose an anger on my face,
That hides a glowing love kept depressed...
In public I'd like to erase.
But honestly...
Am I the only one that wishes to spank a few butts?
Because a mess spreading has fed many of us up?
And no one wants to RECOGNIZE LOVE for what it is?
This is what gets me livid and pissed.
Yes.
Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Culture Of Stupidity

Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !

No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !

It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !

As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !

poem by Trade Martin
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The Culture Of Stupidity

Open your eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around us….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !

We can’t escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and annoys us…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !

It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
Why so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! ! !

So tell me, The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
How long will it go on….? ? ?

The answer is as simple as this….,

The Culture Of Stupidity shall live…..,
As long as humankind will exist…! ! !

poem by Trade Martin
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Without Benefit of a Thaw

I can be cold.
And can detail my reasons.
I can choose anger to sit...
And have that expressed,
As if I were a ventriloquist!
Without moving my lips...
Giving much attitude,
That could be felt!
Throwing my 'inner' voice about!
Wherever I am.
And with different sounds of pain.

I am gifted to suppress that...
And not show how deep that is.
I can be humorous about it too.
Entertaining the best of crowds.
Trust me,
I am very familiar with 'showbiz'.

However...
Don't patronize what you surmise,
As a shallow understanding...
Of life.
And how I live mine.
I understand too well!

I can be cold.
And can detail my reasons.
I can choose anger to sit...
And have that expressed,
As if I were a ventriloquist!
Without moving my lips...
Giving much attitude,
That could be felt!
Throwing my 'inner' voice about!

You would not know where to go,
To exit from my wrath.
But you will know when I am cold.
You ever hear the expression,
'If looks could kill? '
I will not take that kind of time.
In my mind...
You will just be frozen,
Out of existence.
Without benefit of a thaw!
And I do the best I can,
Not to stoop that low.
However...
There are always a few
Who choose to preview,
The presentation!
And I deliver to them their shivers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kid Gloves

A world of difference
A world so out of touch
Overwhelmed by everything
But wanting more so much
Call it blind frustration
Call it blind mans bluff
Call each other names
Your voices rude,
Your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the lessons
Taught in school wont be enough
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
A world of indifference
Heads and hearts too full
Careless of the consequence
Of constant push and pull
Anger got bare knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the golden rule
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the weapons
And the ways of hard-knock school
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool

song performed by by Rush
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We Are Driven

We are driven!
With a love for exhaustion.
Those given a work ethic at birth.
With no other option known...
But to produce until it is felt,
An obligation has merit.
And a commitment is shown.

Although it is a given,
What is done is sincere.
But to skate on thin ice...
Should not be endeared.
A mental and physical breakdown,
Should be feared.
But we are driven!
And that which is sacrificed is made clear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desiring To Control

Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
With a penetrating done,
Meant to be permanent.

But an unsuspecting awakening...
Is beginning to make attempts,
To prevent this evil and devilment sent.

Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
And it should come as no surprise,
How the quality of deceit with the use of effective lies...
Has hypnotized with a sweetened treatment,
That has controlled the lives of unconscious minds.

Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Are being removed slowly...
From the ones responsible,
For the escalation of troubling world events.

And even though this wickedness to many doesn't make sense...
It does,
If you are among the few...
Desiring to control and over many to rule!
With a keeping of a population convinced...
What is being done is in their best interest meant.

'Do you smell that? '

~No.
Smell what? ~

'A very slight presence,
Of manure in the air! '

~No,
I haven't noticed it.~

'You will...
Or my name is not Wilson.'

~Your name isn't Wilson.~

'That's just how strong that stench is going to be.
Who we 'think' we are...
Will never again be the same.
AND...
Mother Nature?
Is not just going to stand by and watch the unfolding either.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXXVIII: Anger

Why it makes you angry?
Because you care
Because it disturbs your peaceful life
Because it insults you
Because it is true
Because you are not prepared

Who could make you angry?
It is someone you hold dear in your heart
It is someone you could not bend to your will
It is someone who doesn't understand about you
It is someone who has a power in you
It is everyone in the world 

How do you do in your anger?
Do you unleash harsh words without thinking clear?
Do you kick and slam everything near you?
Do you keep it hidden?
Do you manage to push harder?
Do you plan for something malicious to show them who you are?

What left in you after the anger?
Will you regret it?
Will you feel relieved?
Will it still scratch to be set free?
Will you be able to look from the other side?
Will it always be remembered?

And which affect you the most in anger?
The hurt when the trust is broken
The shame when you can't control the anger
The depression when you think you don't even have a right to be angry 
The weakness when everything seems turn wrong
The loneliness when you don't actually know the reason 

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Anger Controls Me

My anger controls me
Controls all aspects of my life
Inside and outside
There is no escape
Those who know me will
Well stay away
For my anger
I will unleash upon them
And the world would suffer with them
I give them a stare
That says plainly
'Don't disturb me or you die.'
So all my friends
Are effected by
My anger.
And in the end
I will stand-alone.
Forever in my anger.

I am Qalme Tari Mistress of Death Nat Norville.
Cretics Welcome

poem by Athena Goddess of Wisdom Lumis Light to all
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Be Selfish and Healthy. Be Happy...and, Share 'That'!

When a shallowness begins to darken,
A preferred stubbornness kept in one's life...
Do not show you can be just as stubborn,
With a proof one can live a life filled with Sunlight.

You will be convinced,
From shadows sheltered you can feed.
And a misery that is shared,
Is a part of your destiny!

Be...selfish.
Get away from this misinformation.

Be selfish!
Head in the direction of your complete happiness.
Make this your destination.

Let others sit and be satisfied,
Deceived in restricting limits.

Be selfish,
And healthy.
Be happy...
And, share 'that'!
F.A.T.O.S.

'F.A.T.O.S.?
What does that mean? '

Pluck away all that other stuff!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victims are more

I endeared myself to the parents,
That made my siblings hate me.
I endeared myself to the teachers,
That made my peers mock at me.
I endeared myself to the boss,
That made colleagues isolate me.
Whose fault is it?
I reaped what I didn’t sow.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Withou You In My Life

without you in my life there is no sun
I feel as though i can't go on
For when you left you took my heart
Now i am stuck forever in the dark
I made you leave because of stupidity
Now for that everything within bleeds
I know you were the love of my life
So now i choose to take this knife
Take it and shove through my chest
hoping it kills me for there is no heart left
If not i will swallow these pills
Hoping they'll make me deathly ill
if i could take it back you know i would
I guess i am just misunderstood
i am sorry about us i wish it weren't true
that i was alone and not with you
I know you probably will move on
Killing me slowly until finally i'm gone

poem by Jean Pullman
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New Anger

New anger came across the dull, brown yard
New anger trotted up the stone steps
New anger rang the bell

Hello new anger
I can come out to play
But I might not be the friend you’re hoping for
I might become undone
Upset

And you will wish you had not asked
Me to be your friend

New anger you had better stay away
Go home new anger
Loneliness is better than remorse

poem by Rusalka Slawin
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Breathing Freely

Breathing freely,
And adopting this as my number one...
Priority,

At first...
I brought along with it some guilt.
I was taught from birth,
Doing for others...
Provided me a sense of self worth.
And a doing for myself first,
Was a selfish activity.

And I thought about this,
Through the years of my giving.
And I thought about this,
With a lesser happiness...
As I continued to live.

If I am not happy,
To whom do I address this?
And who is going to recognize my unhappiness,
Better than I can myself?

And...
I awakened!
As if it was the first time I had witnessed dawn.

Breathing freely,
And adopting this as my number one...
Priority,

At first...
I brought along with it some guilt.
I was taught from birth,
Doing for others...
Provided me a sense of self worth.
And a doing for myself first,
Was a selfish activity.

Today,
Feeling selfish is the least of my concerns.
I am no longer seeking to prove I can be sacrificial.
I've earned and deserve the right to be happy.
Pleasing the needs of others,
To receive disrespect as a benefit?
Is a lesson I have learned not to repeat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cut From the Chase and Get to The Point

By a show of hands...
Who amongst you,
Would be willing to give up your pretensions...
If you could afford an introduction to truth?

I see!
Okay.
Let me put that another way.
I can tell this lesson is going to be painful.

By a show of hands...
Who amongst you can acknowledge,
That deceit,
As it was once received and delivered...
Who prefers more of that,
Although it exposes...
Those who keep that active?

'Mister Pringle,
Can we cut from the chase and get to the point?
All of us sittin' up in here 'is' dysfunctional.
Greed to us is like crack.
If that's all you know...
What picture 'is' you paintin'
For us to carry on our backs?
Just tell us what we have to do...
To pass this class.
Most of us have to get out of here...
To sell some bags of grass and do that fast!
Those 'visions' you have,
Have not been 'prioritized' to satisfy our needs.
Can you cut the chase and pick up the pace, please? '

I see!
Okay.
Let me put that another way.
I can tell this lesson is going to be painful.

By a show of hands...
How many of you now observe a fool?
Hoping to impress with a shallowness.
As a way to keep an attraction...
To an empty nothingness?

I see!
Marshall, you may leave!
Many here wish to keep...
Their ignorance kept more discreet!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Dawning to Be Reaped

It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.

It is unfolding and unloading,
That which comes to bestow...
A revealing,
Of a new plateau...
To behold for all to know.

And we who live are in the midst of it.
Here to adjust,
And witness this.

It is unfolding...
The disclosure of a new plateau.
It is unfolding to expose,
Those old beliefs to let go.

There is a dawning to be reaped.
Introducing us to different beliefs.
It is unfolding,
To leave...
Opportunities that will be released.

It is unfolding within reach.
No matter what the past teaches us to seek.

It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.

There is a dawning to be reaped,
And imposing.
Not a doubt about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.

Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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