Doctored Deeds
So cruel and evil,
Are the minds of people like 'these'.
An affluent man of influence,
Can contract to have his beautiful family...
Viciously killed as he chooses to do what he pleases!
And then for the sake of sympathetic empathy...
Will portray a tortured man seen,
To obtain a public following exploited on TV screens...
By a media obsessed to decriminalizing these demons.
Instead of righteously fighting for his own life,
When these 'random' scenes take place.
He and many like him,
Simply adorn false faces.
Most 'men'...
When their rights have been 'randomly' invaded,
Rarely survive such violation of privacy created.
And then to emerge with just a few scratches?
Common sense does not excuse these blatant activities.
However...
When one is discreetly greeding money,
As a means to evaluate their priorities...
Trivial issues like a family,
Becomes part of the calculating premeditating factor...
Proceeding one to live a life emotionally distant and heartlessly.
When one becomes connected to the taste of blood...
People like 'these',
Keep their 'doctored' deeds discreet.
Although their souls,
Will never experience a moment of peace eternally.
'So what are you saying?
He initiated the deaths of his wife and daughters,
To obtain the insurance money? '
What are you talking about?
I am into writing!
Not forensics.
You've been watching too much TV.
'That would leave the people shocked! '
I don't think so.
You should read some of the comments made,
About my writings that I get on a daily basis.
And people ask 'me' how I can be so obnoxious.
Part of it is environmental.
And the other is a tolerance for those who express,
No connection to 'sense' comprehended at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money vs human
Humans and money,
Is now related to each other,
As money is in their minds,
Anything could be done
To have them in their life.
Money,
is just a money,
something that is not worthy
than their love,
but why money can obsessed people
till family is not in their lines.....
And now as it is the time of money
even lover is not a trusted people
as money is in their head.....
anything could be done....
poem by Daniella Diaz
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But Why? ?
people beg on street
people damage public property
people are insecure
people r jealous
people r foolish
people r ill-treated
people quarrel with eachother
people cry
people die
people r tortured
people r murdered
people r tense
people r disloyal
BUT WHY? ?
the reason? ? ? MONEY
money makes things happen
but why........
poem by Sakshi Mathur
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$$$
The thing that everyone wants, what we all need
We need it to survive, to fill our greed
It’s made of cotton, not of paper
And it makes most people hate to share
However it’s the root of all evil, this people forget
It can corrupt as many people as it can get
People always lose it, mostly on the ground
Its money, we need it, and it shouldn’t be around
Many people have killed for it and done more bad things
All just for the sake of a little bling, bling
It has many different names: pesos or even euros
But evil has many shapes, that’s just how it goes
Although money can be a gift from God
It can be a christmas gift, to buy an iPod
You must understand that money is bad
Its really hard though, it blinds you, makes you glad
A world with no money, that would be paradise trust me
Unfortunately we do, now look at our economy
I know what you’re thinking, this is really stupid and whack
But just don’t judge me, until you know the facts
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Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purgatory
Beautiful people - got their beautiful lives - got their
Beautiful husbands - got their beautiful wives - got their
Beautiful bankers - got their beautiful lawyers
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people are sent to destroy us
Beautiful people - got their beautiful kids - got their
Beautiful schools where the beautiful other half live - got their
Beautiful futures in their beautiful professions
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people got the money for the lessons
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it
Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this
Beautiful people got their beautiful clothes - got their
Beautiful mansions - down their beautiful country roads - got their
Beautiful Doctors - in their beautiful surgeries
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people like a little privacy
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it
Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this
Beautiful losers on their beautiful estates got their
beautiful job centres on the beautiful welfare wait and wait
Beautiful dreamers - out of their beautiful skulls
All things are bright and beautiful
As long as they're beautiful, people stay beautiful.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to lau
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's wrong with our world?
Why are people abused
Why are people shot
Why do people commit suicide
Why are people anorexic and bulimic
Why do people care more about money than family
Why do people call themselves fat or ugly
Why are kids kidnapped and killed
Why do people die
Why do people tell you they love you and take it back
Why do people hurt each other
Why are people raped
Why do people cut themselves
Why do people hate their lives
Why do teenagers get pregnant
Why do people call each other names
Why are people raciest
Why are people depressed
Why are people put in mental hospitals
Why do peole do drugs
Why do people cuss
Why do people not care what happens to them
Why do people care what others think of them
What's wrong with our world
poem by Allison Boyles
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power Conferred By Money
It is a fact that human beings cannot live without money
People go to work everyday because of money
The more money we have the greater the influence
The more influence we have the greater the control
The more control we have the greater the power
Therefore with lots of money, we acquire power
We classify some people as rich, affluent and prosperous
This is because they have lots and lots of money
By the way - what is this power conferred by money?
In other words - how powerful is money?
Several people agree that money is everything
Lack of money can lead to divorce
Labour unions will go on strike for money
Political campaign is doomed without money
Businesses close down when they have no money
Consultants sell their services for money
Without money we cannot acquire any property
In some countries, access to superior medical services
Is not possible if you do not have lots of money
Also in a number of societies, the caliber of education
You can have depends on how wealthy your parents are
To have money power is to have authority
Oh! Money, what are we going to do without you?
Many believe that money talks everywhere
Whoever has more money makes the loudest noise
The power conferred by money turn few people
To be labeled as the movers and shakers
Does this mean that the poor have less power?
Take a closer look at the society in general
The answer is everywhere and in all places
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For the Sake of Saving Themselves
When a people find justification,
To do what they please...
When.
Where.
And how they get pleased,
Repeatedly.
Under false pretensions.
Regardless of whose blood bleeds.
Retribution is sought.
And none of that is mentioned,
Nor acknowledged.
To intelligently seek...
Alternatives as a means,
For an intervention!
Is encouraged by goes ignored.
And devious intentions continue,
To have it their way!
As if selecting from a menu.
Whatever it is that has them craving.
There are lessons gone untaught.
Or something misunderstood,
That has to be obeyed...
And brought to their attention!
For the sake of saving themselves,
From disgrace or worse...
That may curtail their fates.
Especially during times,
When blatant hate is displayed.
And common sense moves away,
Further from their minds!
To leave them totally isolated...
In an arrogance that depletes,
Those of this kind.
Those like them who are blind.
Those who have cut off,
Their own life lines!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This is not a family
This is not a family...
No not to me... a family is people who are there for you they are the people that you trust to make sure your okay they are the people that believe in you and they are the people who will never lie to you and always be honest
This is not a family...
For a family its pretty sad to think we treat one another as nothing talk to eachother as if we dont care for one another and backstab and walk on one another because we can
This is not a family...
I use to think i had it good till i grew up and relized family shouldnt bring eachother down... family shouldnt make you cry... family shouldnt make you think you will be nothing and stay nothing for....
This is not a family...
Instead its just a sad excuse of people who put up with eachother not because they want to but because they have to... for this family that i have i hope that all of you will soon relize before its too late that i love my family... and i believe in my family... and that even though my household is not right at all... i know that i will become something... not because you make me think i cant... its because i believe in myself and with that i know i will someday do great things...
FOR this is not a family...
but it is my family
poem by Andrea Thanasas
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How Pitiful Can a Pitiful People Get
How pitiful can a pitiful people get?
Not only those subjected to media empathy.
Observed and followed by those in sympathetic guilt.
But also those who deny a people of human rights.
Then fight to come to their aid...
When cameras are in sight!
'And...
ACTION!
Don't distort the getting down with the boogey.
Tears people.
Put those tears in those eyes.
Comeon...
We don't have that kind of a budget.'
'Re-activites' rush to scenes to show their concerns,
For those who have been depicted as historically needy.
Yet...
Those who are and have been pro-active,
Are usually given bureaucratic distance...
From collective elitists who are thieves of democracy.
Especially if it concerns people of color.
But to lay on their exotic beaches to tan is a priority!
Feeding their conservative 'standards' with a liberal dose of lotion.
On any island where they are treated as creatures of goodwill.
How pitiful can a pitiful people get?
Not only those subjected to media empathy.
Observed and followed by those in sympathetic guilt.
But also those who deny a people of human rights.
Then fight to come to their aid...
When cameras are in sight!
And then declare themselves righteous.
Be they Black, White, Mulatto or hues and blends...
From different Oriental shores!
With puffed up chests and resources they've hoarded!
Black folks who are colored,
Are 'religously' ignored.
Until...
There is a crisis to assist and depict,
One's sense of moral giving to those made dependent.
While those sanctimoniously incline split with theft riches!
*How on Earth can you say that?
We are here as missionaries! *
'And...
CUT!
Wonderful, wonderful.
That's a 'take'.
I even believed it!
Prepare for the next scene ladies and gentlemen.
And please,
We need more of a 'haggard' appearance for the upcoming visuals.
No need for fresh tan looks in the shoot!
Be ready in twenty minutes! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Courage To Be Honest
All he has done,
Is to remove hypocrisy...
From the decision making process.
And although this is historic,
In the eyes of those self righteous...
He has shown an ability as a leader,
To have the courage to be honest.
And for those hiding behind shadows,
This is incredible news.
It is unbelievable!
Leaving many to say,
He has done this for political reasons! !
Duh!
Let's evaluate his position.
He once had taught law.
He has interpreted the constitution,
As documented by the founders of their society.
Especially the part that says,
Protecting the rights of all people...
Regardless of their religious affliations.
That part.
That part that states...
Everyone should be treated equal.
And for the people observing this...
He has exposed his willingness,
To represent ALL people...
AND not to defy God's wishes.
For those thumping upon their Bibles.
With a cutting to paste their re-writes.
However...
He has offended those who would rather live lives,
Pretentiously.
Offending the ones who advocate for family values,
AND standards...
But whose leaders of their moralistic foundations,
Are being investigated for crimes of all kinds.
You name them!
They are there in full representation.
And THEY...
Regardless of their religious affliliations,
Or political indoctrinations...
Have used their own beliefs,
To prove they are out of their minds.
Although insist their own ignorance should be followed.
No matter what the evidence is...
That has proven them to be selectively crazed.
And these days...
Quite blatant about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Guy
He's just a man getting through life the best he can
He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer
Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity
From his family - his friends say how could he
Turn his back on on reason worshipping
A God finding truth through fear and mind control
He's just a man trying to explain how
He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane
So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes
sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact
He's never seen so clearly
Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind?
He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life
And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him
He can read the writings on the wall
'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat each other
A sacrifice to benefit the all
Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas
His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
Don't try to judge him, he's just a man
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Force of Peace
Are we the force of peace?
And as a people,
How is that released and shown?
From whose perspective is this known?
When battle cries express victory!
With enemies to conquer.
To enforce 'our' beliefs.
Are we the force of peace?
How is it identified,
As many conflicts are ignited.
With division created!
And from this hatred is released.
If indifference to others is an observation increased...
Who determines what warhead to use,
To end the breath of those who breathe...
For purposes to win and not to lose,
An impression of power that can only express death!
Leaving not peace for those who might survive.
But a planned connived lifelessness left...
For those who believe,
Blood they shed...
Will not leave them to eternally grieve.
Are we the force of peace?
That depends...
When a determination begins,
To end an unnnecessary weeping and bleeding.
And an unconsciousness that awakens,
To realize no success meets and greets...
An obsession to feed a greeding.
One day to eventually cease...
From the minds of those who are beasts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking At The Many People
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people,
Waiting to live a life they like.
The many people...
In a luxurized hype.
Looking at the people,
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anna Nicole
In beauty and kindness, she was truly blessed
More often than not, put through life’s cruel test
Lost her son, her life she couldn’t recover
Couldn’t let her mourn alone, always they had to hover
People used and abused her, wouldn’t leave her alone
But when it came down to it, always on her own
One wealthy man, fell in love with the person she was
Tabloids and gossip were all the buzz
Maybe he was kind, and she loved him a lot
Don’t really think evil and greed were the plot
Everyone around, wanted all she could give
They made it so hard for her to live
Happiness doesn’t come to all that easy
They fed on her blood, so utterly sleazy
She had a new daughter, a light in her life
They fought over that, wanted to make her his wife
Did he love her, or need for much control
In her sons death, did he play a role
Did she die of an overdose, who played a part in that
Who would gain from her death is all the chat
A beautiful young troubled woman has lost her life
So many who knew her, in her back put a knife
Let’s pray for the family, and daughter she left behind
Let them live their life, can’t all be kind
They say she was on drugs, what does this matter now
Can’t they let her lie in piece, spare her loved ones some how
I shall mourn for her, a life so sadly lost
Money doesn’t matter now, she paid the ultimate cost!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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The Diversity of People
There are pretty people
There are ugly people,
There are short people
There are fat people,
There are tall people
And there are skinny people
There are people that you blame
And there are people that blame you,
There are people like me
And there are people like you
There are mothers
And there are fathers,
There are sons
And there are daughters
They are all wound up in their family trees,
Walking ordinarily on the streets
To life's different beats
poem by Jessica Goudreault
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The Happy Guy
Hes just a man getting through life the best he can
Hes a not a scientist, he programs a computer
Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity
From his family - his friends say how could he
Turn his back on on reason worshipping
A God finding truth through fear and mind control
Hes just a man trying to explain how
He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane
So he shares what hes read, what he understands, it makes
Sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact
Hes never seen so clearly
Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind?
Hed rather kneel down than take charge of his life
And he knows what people think, but it dosent sway him
He can read the writings on the wall
cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother
A sacrifice to benefit the all
Dont try to judge him, his theological ideas
His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
Dont try to judge him, hes just a man
song performed by by NOFX
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Moveon is not a one-way broadcast media. The Internet, when used best, is a two-way media. We have a forum in which people can post comments and those comments can be rated. We get a sense of what people feel most passionately about.
quote by Joan Blades
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