Even In The Midst Of It
What now can be said to those led to believe...
To have and to flaunt,
Would bring them a life other's wished.
And this would be envied with jealousy!
The kind of jealousy that brought to them,
An ego lift!
But then a foundation,
Crumbles from under their feet.
Not only do they realize they've been lied to...
But they've been used as part of the deceit.
This was not the plan!
Or was it?
To become degraded like this?
Upon these stolen lands?
And these same folks for most of their lives,
Have been taught to look down from upturned noses...
While they welcomed crooks into their homes,
To hoodwink them.
And as these decayed façades,
Display a hollowed shallowness...
They still remain self righteous.
Even in the midst of it!
Their own created crisis.
But...
This was not the plan!
Or was it?
To become degraded like this?
Upon these stolen lands?
And forced to foreclose...
Property,
To be sold...
To foreign hands?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overthrown Innocence
There was a girl who wished to play
Outside of her castle here she stayed
But she was a princess; beauty renown
And someone wanted her to be overthrown
Kingdoms away was a girl of jealousy
Hearing of the princess, she became a banshee
Screaming for days, her anger set alight
Then came a plan, turning day to night
So Innocence was forced to flee
Through the lands and across the sea
The girl ran, tears flowing again and again
As she headed towards the tallest mountain
Jealousy grew impatient; a beast
'I want her heart for my feast'
The snow was then stained; blood red
And Innocence was overthrown; dead...
poem by Silly Artist
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A New Kind Of Man
Theres a voice cryin out in the wilderness
All your trails have not been in vain
And youre doin the best you know how to do
Gaining strength in the things that remain
Youre part of the plan
For a new kind of man to come through
Theres an angel thats watching right over you
All your trials have not been in vain
Wont you lift your head up to the starry night
Finding strength in the things that remain
Youre part of the plan
For a new kind of man to come through
When a man comes through
He must do what hes supposed to do
When a man comes through.
He cant do what everyone expects him
Wont you lift your head up to the mountain top
All your trials have not been in vain
Theres a light that keeps shining up ahead of you
Every step of the way that you take
Its part of the plan
For a new kind of man to come through
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Jealousy
(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine?
(Jealousy) I cop attain and bought a house then came
(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name?
(Jealousy) I could kill you or leave you shamed
(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy
(Jealousy) It can get you killed
song performed by by Ghostface Killah from Bulletproof Wallets
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They have stolen the public lands. They have grasped all to themselves, and by their unprincipled greed brought a crisis of unparalleled distress on forty millions of people, who have natural resources to feed, clothe and shelter the whole human race.
quote by Denis Kearney
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Foreign Lands
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,
Sail as far as ships can sail, and travel far as trains can run;
You may ride and tramp wherever range or plain or sea expands,
But the crowd has been before you, and you’ll not find ‘Foreign Lands;’
For the Early Days are over,
And no more the white-winged rover
Sinks the gale-worn coast of England bound for bays in Foreign Lands.
Foreign Lands are in the distance dim and dreamlike, faint and far,
Long ago, and over yonder, where our boyhood fancies are,
For the land is by the railway cramped as though with iron bands,
And the steamship and the cable did away with Foreign Lands.
Ah! the days of blue and gold!
When the news was six months old—
But the news was worth the telling in the days of Foreign Lands.
Here we slave the dull years hopeless for the sake of Wool and Wheat
Here the homes of ugly Commerce—niggard farm and haggard street;
Yet our mothers and our fathers won the life the heart demands—
Less than fifty years gone over, we were born in Foreign Lands.
When the gipsies stole the children still, in village tale and song,
And the world was wide to travel, and the roving spirit strong;
When they dreamed of South Sea Islands, summer seas and coral strands—
Then the bravest hearts of England sailed away to Foreign Lands,
‘Fitting foreign’—flood and field—
Half the world and orders sealed—
And the first and best of Europe went to fight in Foreign Lands.
Canvas towers on the ocean—homeward bound and outward bound—
Glint of topsails over islands—splash of anchors in the sound;
Then they landed in the forests, took their strong lives in their hands,
And they fought and toiled and conquered—making homes in Foreign Lands,
Through the cold and through the drought—
Further on and further out—
Winning half the world for England in the wilds of Foreign Lands.
Love and pride of life inspired them when the simple village hearts
Followed Master Will and Harry—gone abroad to ‘furrin parts’
By our townships and our cities, and across the desert sands
Are the graves of those who fought and died for us in Foreign Lands—
Gave their young lives for our sake
(Was it all a grand mistake?)
Sons of Master Will and Harry born abroad in Foreign Lands!
Ah, my girl, our lives are narrow, and in sordid days like these,
I can hate the things that banished ‘Foreign Lands across the seas,’
But with all the world before us, God above us—hearts and hands,
I can sail the seas in fancy far away to Foreign Lands.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan
Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sorry
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was so full of jealousy, so full of jealousy,
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was no good at jealousy, no good at jealousy.
Hes here, oh honey for just a day,
Ill find away to get away,
No matter what you say, hey hey.
Hes here, oh honey for just aday,
Hes coming from so far away,
For just a day, hey hey.
I dont want to deceive you,
But tell me how can I be true,
When all the jealosy,
Keeps me from telling it all to you.
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was so full of jealousy, so full of jealousy,
Hes here, oh honey for just once a year,
That aint so much for you to share,
That aint so much to share.
Hes here, oh honey for just once a year,
You got my lovin right here,
Prepare now there, now there.
Nothing is never the same when your sorry,
Im really sorry of my jealousy,
Keeps you from knowing another side of me,
He loves me too and hes not jealous of you.
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was so full of jealousy, so full of jealousy.
Baby, sorry, jealousy, sorry, jealousy,
So full of jealousy...
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Jealously
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos i can't win it with you
Words like punches - things we said
Under the belt and in the head
Down for the count in a cold cold bed
Beat by jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
You won't hear what i imply
What you say - i won't buy
You deny but you lie
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
Down suspicious - torn in doubt
Dirty vicious - knock me out
Danger, danger - stakes are high
Hook the blow between the eyes
Every round - we lose more ground
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
song performed by by Heart
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UFObia
The same folks who do not believe
Life can exist on other planets
In this vast universe
Are the same folks who accept
Making regular visitations
To prisons and jails to view relatives
Caged like animals
At taxpayer expense
While real crooks and thieves
Deceive their consciousness
On a daily basis
For free
And they don't even see them either
Although their acceptance is allowed
Costing them their quality of life
Which has been invaded and degraded
With far less attention given
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Beat By) Jealously
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos I can't win it with you
Words like punches - things we said
Under the belt and in the head
Down for the count in a cold cold bed
Beat by jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
You won't hear what I imply
What you say - I won't buy
You deny but you lie
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
Down suspicious - torn in doubt
Dirty vicious - knock me out
Danger
song performed by by Heart from Passion Works
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Jealousy
Some people get jealous
at the talent others have
and set out to ridicule
them in someway.
What they never think
is they to have a talent
that may follow a different direction
than the one they think they have.
Any kind of jealousy
can eat away at you,
chew you up and spit you out
bitter and depraved.
Envy is another form of jealousy,
wanting what others might have,
and something you cannot attain.
It too eats away at you
the same way jealousy will do
and soon you will hate
what others can do.
If you stopped for a moment,
looked at the things you can do.
You might then realise
these same people
you are jealous of
maybe in awe
at the things you can do.
Jealousy ruins lives,
don’t let it ruin yours too.
poem by David Harris
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Tricks and Traitors
They perceive their self defeating outlooks,
As being envied.
They believe those screaming,
To awaken them...
To be out of their minds with jealousy.
So they continue...
To watch their dreams being sold,
And for sale signs forced upon their hopes.
And 'still' they can not see,
Themselves as their worst enemies!
Being used without hint of concern...
Just as long as their egos are massaged,
By tricks and traitors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Art Brings Love It Heals All Wounds
Monuments lost at Hitler’s hand,
destruction and gloom fill the land.
Artwork stolen and put into trucks,
all traded and sold by schmucks.
69,000 art pieces disappear,
Most not found,
they are very dear.
Many lives where shattered, people die
because of a mad man and his lie.
Russians filled with total remorse,
changes history with lives off course.
Luckily some art was recovered and found
to bring justice back to Russian town.
Pray for families and victims past,
Restore all Europe’s art-fill in the gap,
Now make more art,
You and me
Bring Hope back to humans
with humility and dignity.
Donate art for the common good,
donate to hospitals, daycares and to schools.
Bring good cheer across the lands,
bring art to the planet that is grand.
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Themes of Self Patheticness
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Looked down upon their neighbors.
And desrespected their children...
By offering them a life deplete of discipline.
Today these same people,
Share grief and sorrow!
All claiming to have faith.
These same people pray in their temples...
To come out of them,
With nothing positive to say.
And yet...
With their 'down-to-Earth' outlooks,
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Believing such ignorance,
Would produce floral bouquets from garbage they discard.
And remaining hopeful success would come to be bestowed.
'What about us?
No one seems to care! '
And themes of self patheticness...
Are replayed in a rhetoric that is absent of consciousness!
Or one that connects and comprehends the affects,
Of an ignorance celebrated and devoid of all expectation!
Accepting only that...
Which has been applied and nurtured,
As part of one's culture and understanding kept defended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With This Kind of Mindset
If it was not for war...
Those with this kind of mindset,
Would find no reason to live.
Without offending others,
With their insecurities...
And need to spark conflicts.
What other purpose would they have?
What other pupose would they find...
To give for lives ungrateful.
With nothing else on their minds positive!
Their existence is based upon destroying peace.
Convincing themselves what others have,
Is for them to take and release.
Decresing the rights of others.
And call them enemies,
On lands they invade.
With campaigns...
They have come to protect and save.
But from who and from what?
To prove they can destruct?
These war games played today...
Are recruiting few supporters,
Who realize their wishes to live in peace...
They no longer desire to trade,
For heartbreak and suffering that never goes away.
Only to discover they have been betrayed?
Just to witness a few profit from their sorrows?
Those with a degraded consciousness...
On time borrowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Babe's Requiem
Wars are fought by babes with a gun,
fought by them but never won.
Taught to think that war is just,
to preserve freedom is a must.
So off they march to foreign lands
and soon they're mired with bloody hands,
praying that what they're doing is right,
shooting and killing both day and night.
While back at home we continue to buy
and let the flags continue to fly.
Reading the news, watching the scenes
not understanding, it only demeans
What human life is all about.
Why babes were born and how they've turned out.
Pointing the finger at imaginary foes,
forgetting to point at the white shirts of those
who plan these wars way in advance.
How do our babes even stand a chance?
They play with guns from the age of three.
Can't their parents wake up and see?
In foreign lands the parents do weep
watching in horror as their babes go to sleep,
never to awaken and breathe in again
the air in Iraq or Afghanistan.
How is it the babes of those in power
are not involved? In fact they do cower,
hiding behind the white shirts that lead,
never having to fear they might bleed.
Wars are not games that big people play.
The guns are given to the babes everyday.
No lullabies will be sung for them.
The song for these babes is a requiem.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Jealousy
It wasnt really nothin
I was just trying to have some fun
I let my guard down, I just turned round
Someone slashed me with a razor tongue
Its a strange situation
Im not quite sure what it means
The one I admire, my simple desire
Smothered by a love gone green
Must be jealousy, must be cause it sounds like
Jealousy, must be cause it looks like
Jealousy, must be cause it smells like
Jealousy, must be cause it feels like
Eyes are drilling holes in the back of your head
Someones got the number of your death bed, stepping into
Jealousy
Youre ready for a comeback
Youre back on your feet again
You think youre out from under
You hear a crack of thunder
Someone stabs you with a poison pen
If you try fightin dirty
Just try to keep it clean
cause no amount of trying and no amount of crying
Can save you from a love gone green
Must be jealousy
End of the dance and the loss of innocence
Jealousy drags me to my knees
Battered by a love gone green
song performed by by Utopia
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Sonnet: Almighty God
The Almighty does always mighty things;
He shields the righteous from onslaughts of men;
He makes world’s leaders and can bring down kings;
He guides the souls who choose road to heaven.
He knows our thoughts before they’re even born;
He brings the rain on parched lands to raise crops;
He gives the moon for night and sun to morn;
Because of Him, the spin of earth ne’er stops!
He has a plan for creatures all He made;
To righteous souls, blessings and love, He gives.
The Word of God can never ever fade;
Heaven awaits all souls who live pure lives.
The Omnipotent loves all His creatures;
His poesy puts poets in raptures!
poem by John Celes
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Followed with a Hollowed Faith
I am who I am!
A proud and determined man.
And glad I am not limited to labels.
Call me anything you wish.
I am one of those folks,
Grateful to have life to breathe.
And grateful to be able to express,
A sharing of gifts...
With others to exchange to leave.
People who find time,
To restrict their origin with ethnic traces...
Without appreciating themselves,
Or whomever they debase.
Seek excuses to offend and discriminate...
And do so to incriminate with a satiation,
Those hypocrisies followed with a hollowed faith.
And they call themselves 'believers'!
But of what? Jealousy, deceit and hate?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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