Etched in Deep Sorrow
Why are those who are baited to strike,
With the biting of venom
Eventually find they've become victims,
Of a misunderstanding they can't
From their minds ever erase?
Or replace with repeated apologies.
And the looks on their faces are etched,
In deep sorrow as if in permanent positions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Noots
today is too late
how long do we have to wait
oh no, i think she knows
that's why i can't let go
i feel this burning inside
a feeling that no one should know
this could be so good again
i'd wait here till then
but not with this
so now i'll leave with
no apologies
i never thought you'd be so
easily decieved
now i'll just hang my head (falling further out of place)
along with the dead (don't know what/why i can't replace)
we're mad with regret
memories that we'll both forget
so far it's been so hard
to cover up these scars
i see this falling apart
it's easy to just let it go
no luck between us both
so i keep waiting
but not with this
so now i'll leave with
no apologies
i never thought you'd be so
easily decieved
now i'll just hang my head (falling further out of place)
along with the dead (don't know what/why i can't replace)
what's left to show
it's so bad but i got to know
what's right don't know
how to find it out on my own
one by one we all fall down
who's the first one to hit the ground now
what's worse to kick or fall
or be suss standing alone
ill keep your promises if you
take back every thing i said
i find its got so cold now
that i've lost my heart and soul
no apologies
i never thought you'd be so
easily decieved
now i'll just hang my head (falling further out of place)
along with the dead (don't know what/why i can't replace)
i'll just hang my head
hang my head
song performed by by Sum 41
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That Genuine Factor
Many lack that genuine factor.
And the ones who overcompensate,
With a masquerading...
Seem suspiciously to be protecting,
Insecurities they would rather erase...
Than to be placed in awkward positions.
We all have flaws some have evaluated.
And at times wished them not to be seen at all.
But eventually we can not fake them without facing,
A participating with others...
On some kind of regular basis.
Affording us an escape from ways that isolate.
Many lack that genuine factor.
And the ones who overcompensate,
With a masquerading...
Seem suspiciously to be protecting,
Insecurities they would rather erase...
Than to be placed in awkward positions.
'Some of my best friends were once 'Negroes'.
Now they are 'Black'.
Should I have said that?
Or do you prefer something much more updated?
I'm doing the best I can to accept diversity.
You may not believe this...
But just the other day I had my first taste,
Of chitterlings and collard greens.
And I must say...
They were quite delicious.'
~There's nothing like making that first impression.
Is this your first visit to the 21st century? ~
'Of course not.
You people are so...
Entertaining.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nowhere Under The Sun To Be Seen
If to win means that much to anyone,
Feeling a need to campaign for popularity...
Instead of quality or integrity of a performance,
Delivered.
Then that one seeking to be praised,
Will eventually witness the day...
A deserved negative attention is received.
To leave those deeds claimed to have been done,
Nowhere under the Sun to be seen by anyone...
Hoping to uncover either proof or evidence,
To merit the giving of apologies...
And a wished forgiveness for a misunderstanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mental Rush
...and here we are once again!
With the issue of race,
Subjecting the color of one's skin!
Hasn't this been repeated,
Throughout a history depleted
Of self reflection?
Insecurities of a lack of pigmentation...
Has created an inner hate.
To satiate an inflated,
Degraded sensation baited!
They can not set themselves free?
Well...
This time around,
Those excuses will not be used to compound,
The reality that comes to further confuse
An abused mentality!
You see...
The angels that are here,
Do not appear
To have come to quench their thirst on our anguish!
It has been made clear to them
Our minds need adjusting,
From the destructive stuff!
By lifting our minds,
To heighten a consciousness
none of us can touch!
Prepare yourself...
for a mental rush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kissing the Fang
Snake biting once biting dead
Snake biting twice biting life
Walking in the sorghum stalk
The oldest foe- the snake heard my feet
The snake raised the neck and hissed
As our eyes met at equilibrium
I stopped and drew my spear
The hateful send boiled to the brim
The brawl commenced I speared it back fatefully
The snake bitten my right feet fatefully
The biting bit me dead I fell down breathing not
The snake bitten my left feet again.
The biting bit me life I raised up breathing lively
The snake snaked away
The venom paralyzed me but
I giddily crawled after the snake
I gasped and kissed the snake fang
I spate the healing saliva in the snake wound
We departed in peace-indeed peace in death
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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In Hindsight
First they declared,
He was too inexperienced.
Now they seek his opinions.
After the election he has won.
He has proven his brilliance stuns!
And yet...
He remains courteous,
To a leader...
Eight years ago,
The public it is said...
Had picked.
Now they all wish,
He disappears and quick.
Because those who are...
And had been conscious of it,
And tricked.
Are wishing to erase...
A disgrace that exists.
Like a haunting that remains,
In their minds they can't evict!
They can no longer fake,
An expression of false pride!
An incompetent leadership...
Not only has created damaging affects,
But an ignorance has presented them all...
With gloomy faces and a mess!
To clean up.
But with no time left to perfect.
And they wish in hindsight...
A greed enjoyed,
They now could hide!
Or...
From it step aside!
And with a baited breath,
Nervously kept!
For them the anticipation,
Feels much like a slow death!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Wife, In Love and Caring
Those deep etched lines upon her face
Have been incised by love and caring.
I touch her cheek, my fingers trace
Those deep etched lines upon her face,
Which manifest her selfless grace;
Her gift of years. I stand declaring,
Those deep etched lines upon her face
Have been incised by love and caring.
(A Triolet)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Haiti 2010
Haiti : January 12....2010-02-03....16: 23 hrs
The dreadful Earthquake struck suddenly
That unsuspecting day in January
From Palace to hut the indifferent Quake
Unleash its wrathful fury,
Buildings crumbled like falling leaves to the ground
Killing and trapping the unsuspecting thousands
In its round
Plumes of dust arose in the air
Amidst screams and groans of its victims' fear
Masks of terror and confusion etched their faces
Of victims fleeing for their lives to safer places
Poor Haiti what have you done
To receive such an awful Fate?
poem by Michael Kersting
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She Baited Me
She baited me
I swallowed whole, the hook and line,
She baited me
My eyes were closed, I could not see
Her temptress ways, no warning sign,
Dared me to learn, and rhymes combine,
She baited me
poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey
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Pain Can Not Find Comfort
A global focus must come to connect.
To erase heartbreak and the seeping of blood,
Needlessly dripping...
To advance senselessness.
We must sweep this consciousness,
Barren of empathy...
Away!
Pain can not find comfort.
It will not stay.
It can not.
Not if it finds no place to repeat these visits.
Evil flourishes in minds fed to see others grieve.
Although an eternity of suffering greets their souls...
They do not accept we all are God's creations!
But they are addicted to inflict with venom!
These young seeds nourished with taste buds for blood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Faces
Will it take some time, to release the inner apathy
Enabled inside, and it looks like you're the enemy
Things are never what they seem, can't explain the reasons why
The illusions that we see, the many faces of our lives
When you find it hard to breathe, never keep it all inside
Which one should I be, the many faces of our lives
Irrelevant minds, you become a little more serious
Still passing me by, you should not be, rightly, dear to us
[Chorus x1]
If you feel that the timing is all wrong
Here's the key to remove yourself from harm
Maybe then you will live again, live again
[Chorus x1]
I'm afraid we're in too deep, things are never what they seem
[repeat]
I'm afraid we're just too deep to come out okay
I'm afraid we're just too deep to come out okay
Now
song performed by by Flaw
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If The Playing Field Was Leveled
If the playing field was leveled,
And those with skills were playing the game...
There would be fewer less disappointed people,
Observed wasting their time, resources and patience.
And bored out of their minds.
While the ones with no apparent talent,
Continue to strike out at everyone's expense.
But...
Are cheered on to convince they too,
Can eventually become great...
If given the opportunity to hit just ONE ball,
Without a fouling to strike out...
Each time they get to hold the bat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fed Rights to Be Victims
Unwed mothers.
Raising kids.
And doing the same thing...
Their mothers and those before 'them' did.
Giving up their love,
To fatherless men!
And doing the best they can,
With no support at all from them!
Bragging punks on the corners stand.
Without clue or concept in their heads...
What it takes to be a man.
Who amongst them,
Comprehends this or understands?
Seeking to be understood.
These shiftless hoodlums,
In condoning neighborhoods.
With emotions kept deep within.
And some of them portraying thugs...
Depicted in video.
On TV and movies screens!
Believing acts to demean young women,
Gives them 'props'...
They can not drop,
Or intend to stop.
And inside their minds they are vacant of purpose.
Separate from...
The meaning of life itself.
Like a can of packed sardines,
Dusting...
On roach infested shelves!
Seeking to be understood.
These shiftless hoodlums,
In condoning neighborhoods.
With emotions kept deep within.
And fed to crave...
The rights to be victims.
They fight against change.
And the repeated sameness of these visions.
Fed rights to be victims!
Discipline with them did not begin.
With them there is a thirsting lust,
That seems to rush to a hushed dead end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erase 'em All
Building the walls around it
Created self with nothing much
Without a cost to find it
Feeling avoid and losing touch
The borrowed taste his novelty
Could be a product of another's humility
Don't worry your loss wil be his gain
He wouldn't hesitate to turn his back on you
And it might be true
Erase 'em all - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall befoer you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
The warning's out it's gonna come to an end and I
Hate to see him label me as a friend tonight
Never question my intentions without the right
Showing me another way to turn his back on you
And it might be you
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
You wanna stay you'd better run
When I catch up you better have a gun
I'm so wound up from playin' dumb
This time it's real and real isn't fun
You never saw this side before
Don't test the water for what's in store
I drew the line and I learned a rule
What's good for me isn't good for you
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
song performed by by 1208
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Addictive Personalities
All that 'is'
Will change.
All that 'has'
Will not.
And you expect,
Something from yesterday to be repeated?
Children who can not read,
Are passed along from grade to grade.
Without any comprehension at all being done.
There are folks hired in executive positions,
Because of their looks.
There are few women chefs who cook in restaurants.
And I have never seen a fireman direct traffic!
Have you?
'You make absolutely no sense.'
And neither do you.
All I asked if you will loan me another $10,
Like you did yesterday.
I will pay you back!
And you expect,
Something from yesterday to be repeated?
Children who can not read,
Are passed along from grade to grade.
Without any comprehension at all being done.
There are folks hired in executive positions,
Because of their looks.
There are...
'I get the picture! '
I don't think you do.
I don't think you will.
We both have addictive personalities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Acceptance Of What Is Going On
Many today are living lives in desperation.
Few are still clinging onto delusions.
The kind that only an appearance from Santa Claus,
Can forever erase.
The shouting sounds of reality,
Can not chase them away...
From their 'what if' existences.
There is no acceptance of what is going on,
In front of their faces.
And their lack of involvement,
Has invited what it is they deny.
Many today are living lives in desperation.
Few are still clinging onto delusions.
The kind that only an appearance from Santa Claus,
Can forever erase.
Minds are gone!
And there is no where to retrieve them,
From a lost and found!
Minds are gone!
And some folks were never attached to one,
To know what it is they are missing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Purposes To Entertain The Perfect Existence
Assigned to teach,
Anyone unwilling to listen...
Or sit quietly wanting to learn,
Seems always to be an opportunity...
To question the abilities of the teacher,
With a finding of fault and a blaming to accuse.
And not one admission of being irresponsible,
From those too deluded to accept their own confusion.
'I did not raise my child to be boisterous.
And being disrespectful to others?
I just do not allow.
IF we had more certified and qualified teachers,
These problems of 'ours' would be solved.
With increased discipline to learn to 'see' this exist.'
~AND...
You have just won two tickets to 'Fantasyland'.~
Leaving those in leadership positions,
To know there are people with limitations on their minds...
Will eventually find crimes to commit.
And at the taxpayers' expense, safety is advocated.
So they campaign to build 'more' rehabilitation centers,
For purposes to entertain the perfect existence!
Giving those confined time to occupy their minds,
To be released with increased knowledge of God!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality For What It Is
You want a job?
Wake up to face reality for what it is!
There are plenty positions still available.
And once you have accepted,
To become trained successfully...
Volunteer for the overtime.
There will be plenty of it.
Since many will find it too stressful,
To have their pre-occupied minds...
Already set on entitlements.
And two week vacations.
Without working to earn their first cent.
You want a job?
Wake up to face reality for what it is!
There are plenty positions still available.
And that's why those who have outsourced the truth,
Hope the ones who refuse to awaken...
Keep their delusions pursued.
You want a job?
How about ridding your mind of fantasies?
And forgetting about that feast that fed your greed.
That same greed those who once employed but now can not,
To find themselves overseas to receive expected profits to pocket.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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