Fanatics Are Back
Fanatics have been turned loose,
To make their presence legitimate.
Misting the air with lavender...
Lemon and apple scents!
A normalcy believed,
Is losing its grip!
The flower children have returned,
With peace to deliver...
And incense to burn!
Crazy mixed up baby boomers,
Slammed by reality...
And it couldn't have happened sooner!
Realizing their 'highs'
Have allowed today's 'lows'...
Following down a path,
And being lead by the nose!
Waking up from their fantasies...
With rusting trinkets,
And nothing else to show!
Fanatics of greed,
And teased by materialistic needs...
Are leaving plastic lives,
Once chased to thrive.
Now with open eyes...
And agendas to correct.
Seeking a sober happiness,
Instead of fulfillment in drunkened debt!
Questioning policies,
That bleed them 'and' enemies?
There seems to be discrepancies,
Lifting them off knees with a clarity.
These 'fanatics' are back,
And prepared with mended senses...
To restore an order from foolish acts,
Fixing ignored and broken fences!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Being So Dramatic
You tell me what you think and mean.
But why you don't,
Let it go!
When we're walking in the streets,
There's always a scene.
And under spotlight...
You begin your show.
Let it go.
Your past and those bitter things.
Let it go.
Why can't,
You let it go.
Does your happiness mean anything?
Then you've got to let stuff go!
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
Those worst of fanatics.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You spend your days fantasizing from your window.
Locked up tight without a social life.
And you tell 'me' I'm growing old.
But I'm not sitting with my eyes half closed.
Or watching my life pass by...
From a window.
Let it go.
Your past and those bitter things.
Let it go.
Why can't,
You let it go.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You tell me what you think and mean.
But why you don't,
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You let life flow to pass you from your window!
Framed-in-pain...
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
You need a hit to spark that light inside!
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go!
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You let life flow to pass you from your window!
Stop being so dramatic.
Stop being so dramatic.
Stop being so dramatic.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I had my way (parody)
(with apologies to Roger Woddis)
If I had my way with communist men
I'd bath them all in oil,
I'd fill a pot full of tea with every vitamin
and make it boil
and serve it to every terrorist
even those that shelter him
and if I were a moralist
I would anoint every limb.
Fanatics are a civil-breed in great need
who dependent men gather for fun;
who beg them until they bleed,
yes, every single one, every daughter and son
and they probably go abroad
to do the things they are at,
but instead I love my cat
and not like that.
For we should love the human mind
as wisdom lead us to,
and those that don't are probably blind
or somewhere behind
and cannot see either black or blue;
who probably eat and do not pay the bill
and listen to the restaurant's proprietor shriek
and beg, rant and demand until
they pay the other week or he turn the cheek.
[Reference: "Down With Fanatics! " By Roger Woddis.]
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Unsaddle From That Herd
Why does your life appear to be lived,
So rough...
And,
So severe.
You are casting broken shadows too.
And rattled from your battles.
Your shoulders droop and your mind loopy.
You are casting broken shadows and rattled,
From your battles.
Unsaddle from that herd,
That has you gathered like it matters.
And bedazzled by branding cattle addicts.
Those fanatics who have long been at it.
Don't weaken to submerge,
Into a deep sleep unneeded.
One with ease would be reachable.
But one you should not seek.
Why does your life appear to be lived,
So rough...
And,
So severe.
You are casting broken shadows too.
And rattled from your battles.
Unsaddle from that herd,
That has you gathered like it matters.
And bedazzled by branding cattle addicts.
Those fanatics who have long been at it.
Don't weaken to submerge,
Into a deep sleep unneeded.
One with ease would be reachable.
But one you should not seek.
Today you must remain awake.
Force your mind to operate,
At its optimum peak.
And unsaddle from that herd,
That has you gathered like it matters.
And bedazzled by branding cattle addicts.
Those fanatics who have long been at it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Of Us Must Know
I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When i saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and i believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if i was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what i did hear
I didn't realize how young you were
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that i heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' i took your word
And then you told me later, as i apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' i told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That i never really meant to do you any harm
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later)
I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That you just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and I believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if I was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what I did hear
I didn't realize how young you were
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That your just doing what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that I heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' I took your word
And then you told me later, as I apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' I told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That I never really meant to do you any harm
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That you a just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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We are battling fanatics who kidnap and behead civilians and shoot fleeing children in the back. There can be no dialogue with such people, and the American people understand this.
quote by Kay Bailey Hutchison
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Static Factions
Static...
Factions.
Static...
Factions.
You will get a bit of it,
If you are in the middle of...
Static...
Factions.
Static...
F actions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
And everything is evilized,
To make sure there's a realized...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
You will get a bit of it,
If you're in the middle of...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
And everything is evilized,
To make sure there's a realized...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
To make sure nothing's minimized.
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
In their static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
And everything is evilized,
To make sure there's a realized...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
To make sure nothing's minimized.
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
In their static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
And being loud about it.
In their static,
Factions.
And being loud about it.
In their static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
And being loud about it.
In their static,
Factions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are just fanatics about using the technology to make it all wonderful. We laughed at the fact that we were having such a great time working this way.
quote by Al Jarreau
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Quarrel In Old Age
WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,
put her in a rage.
I had forgiven enough
That had forgiven old age.
All lives that has lived;
So much is certain;
Old sages were not deceived:
Somewhere beyond the curtain
Of distorting days
Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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the modern martyr in the kingdom of God
i've just seen the picture of a man
devout catholic
gunned down in broad day,
falling to the ground,
and declared another martyr for
mother church,
sooner he becomes a saint
because he died
to the hands of the fanatics
the unbelievers,
sometimes i ask myself if this is the only way to become
a martyr, the only way to be a saint,
(does it really matter if one becomes a saint?)
i guess, there is another happy child of God
who has worked for the church
who cooked faith, who served beliefs,
who traveled far just to show how good God is,
the happy child does not have to die
for God wants him to be with his side,
smiling and alive,
He too is a saint. He sowed happiness.
He did not plant guilt. He did not grown scruples.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sahara
Take a view
the sea
of love
once
a playground
for fanatics
of love
Meteoric explosions
had turned
the sea
into
Sahara
Hot crunching
the cold hearts
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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the fanatics
liqueur God has become
to them
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Die Romantic
You Look Fabulous In Your Dark Dress Tongiht
Your Black Lipstick Calling Me To You Like A Magic Spell
The Only Thing That You Disliked Is The Light
Tonight We'll Meet Our Master Satan and Reign In Hell
I Walk Up To You My Black Hair Covering My Dark Eyes
I'm Dressed In A Blood Staind Tuxedo
I've Already Put On My Black Eyeliner I'm Also Wearing My Red Tie
Where Not Fit For This Life Of Secrets and Incognito
We'll Drown This Poison With Cheap Wine
We'll Drink It From Our Cups Devine
Tonight We'll Die Romantic
Plus For This Murder Scene Where Fanatics
We'll Put The Poison On Our Lips and Kiss It Off
Soon The Nightmare People Call Life Will Be Over For Us
It'll First Start Off As Just A Light Cough
This Will Be A Slow Painful Death We'll Enjoy It This Won't Be Rushed
We Finish The Battle Of Wine and Open Another One
All We Can Do Now Is Wait and Laugh About Are Soon To Be Bodies
Normally People Would Be Scared Of This Outcome Where Just Having Fun
Look At Us Enjoying Our Last Few Hours We're Being So Haughty
We'll Drown This Poison With Cheap Wine
We'll Drink It From Our Cups Devine
Tonight We'll Die Romantic
Plus For This Murder Scene Where Fanatics
We See The Sun Coming Up As We Began To Laugh At Each Other
This Will Be The Last Sunrise We'll Ever Get To See
Our Lips Now Covered In Blood Soon I'll Cease To Be The Big Brother
Now That It's Almost Time I Propose To You On One Knee
We'll Be Dead Lovers You Laugh and Say Yes
With Our Last Dying Breath We Give Each Other A Kiss
Soon We'll Be Six Feet Under Laid To Rest
It Happend Just How It Should've Just Like This
We'll Drown This Poison With Cheap Wine
We'll Drink It From Our Cups Devine
Tonight We'll Die Romantic
Plus For This Murder Scene Where Fanatics
poem by Patrick Shields
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Plastic Man
A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think hes helpful and hes sweet,
cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.
Hes got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,
And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
(plastic bum)
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man dont feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He cant disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
Hes got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man dont feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He cant disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
Hes got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)
Plastic man (plastic man).
song performed by by Kinks
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Three Songs To The Same Tune
I
GRANDFATHER sang it under the gallows:
' Hear, gentlemen, ladies, and all mankind:
Money is good and a girl might be better.
But good strong blows are delights to the mind.'
There, standing on the catt,
He sang it from his heart.
Those fanatics all that we do would undo;
Down the fanatic, down the clown;
Down, down, hammer them down,
Down to the tune of O'Donnell Abu.
'A girl I had, but she followed another,
Money I had, and it went in the night,
Strong drink I had, and it brought me to sorrow,
But a good strong cause and blows are delight.'
All there caught up the tune:
'On, on, my darling man'.
Those fanatics all that we do would undo;
Down the fanatic, down the clown;
Down, down, hammer them down,
Down to the tune of O'Donnell Abu.
'Money is good and a girl might be better,
No matter what happens and who takes the fall,
But a good strong cause' -- the rope gave a jerk there,
No more sang he, for his throat was too small;
But he kicked before he died,
He did it out of pride.
Those fanatics all that we do would undo;
Down the fanatic, down the clown;
Down, down, hammer them down,
Down to the tune of O'Donnell Abu.
II
Justify all those renowned generations;
They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,
They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes,
Fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
In cavem, crevice, hole,
Defending Ireland's soul.
'Drown all the dogs,' said the fierce young woman,
'They killed my goose and a cat.
Drown, drown in the water-but,
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
VANAMIKA – ‘the lily of the forest’
A pregnant Christian mother
Ran for the forest’s shelter
To save two lives!
And in the forest’s coolness
And in the light with darkness
Was born her child!
She named her ‘Vanamika’
(‘The lily of the forest’)
– A mother’s joy!
This happened in Orissa
Where Christians were driven out
To the forest!
Churches have been vandalized;
Most Christian homes have been burned;
Some burnt alive!
Work of Hindu fanatics
Who loot and burn and destroy
All things, Christian!
‘You can change a person’s mind;
You can kill the body too,
But you can’t touch the soul! ’
Christians are followers of Christ;
Soldiers of Christ Jesus;
Children of God.
The Holy Spirit within
Keeps Christians from every sin;
They always win!
O God of Heaven, save us,
From orgies of hell on earth,
Unleashed by men!
Bring back peace to Orissa;
Rebuild churches, homes destroyed;
Spread the Love of Christ!
Send an angel, God, we ask,
For the miraculous task;
All evil-doers unmask!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-01-2008
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Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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I admit that my visions can never mean to other men as much as they do to me. I do not regret this. All I ask is that my results should convince seekers after truth that there is beyond doubt something worth while seeking, attainable by methods more or less like mine. I do not want to father a flock, to be the fetish of fools and fanatics, or the founder of a faith whose followers are content to echo my opinions. I want each man to cut his own way through the jungle.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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What About The Children
Tears streaming down, her heart is broken
And because her heart is hurting, so am I
He wears a frown, his dreams are choking
And because he stands alone, his dreams will die
So, humbly I come to you and I say
As I sound aloud the warfare of today
Please hear me, I pray
CHORUS
What about the children
To ignore is so easy
So many innocent children will choose the wrong way
So what about the children
Remember when we were children
And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show us
Where would we be today
So, where is your son
and where lies his refuge
And if that young man can't come to you, then where can that young man run to
She's such a foolish foolish girl, yet still, she's your daughter
And if you will just reminisce on all the crazy things that you did when you were that young
You see, it's not where you've been, nor what you've done
Because I know a friend who specializes in great outcomes
See His love overcomes
CHORUS
What about the children
To ignore is so easy
So many innocent children will choose the wrong way
So what about the children
Remember when we were children
And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show us
Where would we be today..............
What about the children they need our help today
And what about the children they need us
more than ever more than ever more than ever
what about the childen where would we be today
where would we be today
what about the children
Where would we be today
Where would we be today
Where would we be today
What about the the children
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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