Festival of Sickness
People are trying to find reason,
Without the aid of reality.
People want to separate cause from the affect.
And ignore with neglect,
Obvious connections!
People seek remedies that entertain.
Find substances to numb their brains.
Locate purposes to remain unchanged!
But clearly they maintain dimming wits...
With few choices left,
To excuse them from an addicting mindlessness.
All aboard a luxurious ship called INSANITY.
Sinking quickly in celebration.
As they partake in this festival of sickness,
In an elaborate and decorative collective madness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Should Get More Involved
You should get more involved.
'In the doing of what? '
Well...
In the uh...er...uh...hmmm.
The...uh...
'I've already done that.
That's why I've stopped wasting my time.
Now I do something far more satisfying.'
That sounds interesting.
What is it that you do?
'I leave people looking for escapes,
From reality to charade delusions...
Alone.
I find it fits my personality.
And besides...
I got tired of debating on what side,
Of a nonaccepting of a reality I was on!
And the choices remained unchanged.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The court of gentlemen
Some people had forgotten their dreams
Buried it into oblivion deep within
Some people killed their lives
Keep it silence let their wisdom fly
Some people live life’s a destiny
Build name and ride in fame
with obscurity in them’
Some people let go of their spirit of vitality
And chose to live life of’ miserably;
How many of these people cannot find
The reason of loving without leaving
their self-dying
And what else they can do
so much for cry and end up to sigh,
How many of these people who watch the sky
but cannot find nor see the heavens
And what else they can pray
knee after knee on plea but only to die,
How many of these people live justly
but cannot find life’s beauty only cruelty
And what else they can hope for
after the long day of labor for prosperity
Some people will ask the same question
But cannot find the same answer
Some people will not bother for this inquiry
But cannot put aside the pain of reality
Some people may find time and reflect ‘bout it
But still cannot grasp what life has to say
(Ormoc City, Phil.2003)
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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You Continue to Want Credit
What you allow people you claim you love,
To tolerate from you...
Should find somewhere in your mind to disgust.
But like most things you do,
You believe whatever is done...
Has been pre-approved!
Unfortunately your consciousness,
Has been accepted to exist on delusion.
It has been too late to show you too...
This perception of yours is sick.
Since you are controlling.
And the captain of your sinking ship!
What you allow people you claim you love,
To tolerate from you.
Should find somewhere in your mind to disgust.
But like most things you do,
You believe whatever is done...
Has been pre-approved!
And you continue to want credit,
Without making deposits to cover your debits.
And you continue to seek protection,
As if your actions don't expose defects.
What's next?
Since you ignore all messages from God!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Narrow, Shallow and Mundane
Narrow, shallow and mundane.
Many have decided to resist this and split.
And not try to make any sense of it.
A peace of mind obtained,
If it can remain sustained...
Should be valued and claimed.
Along with a name that is not defamed.
To sit and witness a twistedness,
Is not healthy to absorb to maintain in one's brain.
See the narrow, shallow and mundane,
As a motivating factor to quit.
To allow the Sun to lift,
From a drenching rain.
It is possible to live life without conflict.
Separate from those,
Who have made this their reality.
They are in a collective mix.
And fixed...
To being narrow, shallow and mundane.
What more proof does one need of it?
Is there reason to argue this with them?
Is it?
Unless there is an enjoyment received from abusiveness?
Is it?
Along with the name calling that has no shame.
Is this something one should miss?
Is it?
Is something with the others who insanely accept,
In a gleeful derangement set in mindsets to exchange...
That addicting?
Is it?
So much so it can not be forgotten and left to leave,
To rot.
What is the need to feel attached to that?
Why can't these afflictions if not wanted...
Can not be dropped and stopped?
What is it with 'this' that is so hypnotic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Not Locate a Benefit of Doubt
I dislike pretenders.
And when I begin to notice them...
I can not locate a benefit of doubt.
I see them for who they are,
Before they find out...
They have been analyzed by my probe.
And,
I am not discourteous at all...
When my microscoping is over.
Nor do I engage them in a battle of wits.
I've discovered people like this,
Are seeking support for their distorted beliefs.
So,
When I exit from them to leave,
I do it with the best showing of respect.
People who pretend,
Are no different than the ones...
Who become over-protective of their impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obvious Waste
There is no valued sadness here,
Displayed!
For signs they chose to ignore.
They now wish for laws to legislate their pain.
As their mindlessness increased...
So did the cost of their ignorance!
Turning their backs on those with solutions,
They now seek attention...
From those who have no intention to intervene!
Exposed dead weight,
Has been sought for decades to eliminate!
And what better time to do it,
Than now...
Today!
When it is easier to collect as obvious waste!
And even some of them will agree...
They only reflected needs to be lazy and greedy!
Bringing absolutely nothing to the table,
But an assortment of cheap 'whines' to taste!
And that does not attract others planning...
A festival all can sample and feast,
At the buffet!
This has always been a collective effort!
And poachers who leech...
Does not make this a cost effective presentation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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His Leadership Saved A Ship From Sinking
Their entire reality,
Is based upon what they believe...
From behind the steering wheels,
Of their cars.
And without them their lives,
Would be unliveable and scarred.
He came in from a fresh election,
To save that industry.
Only to have people see the thieves...
Publicly,
Flying into Washington, D.C.
In their private jets,
To plead selfishly...
For more money to feed.
His leadership saved,
A ship from sinking!
The biggest crooks in town,
Left banks and Wall Street...
Turned upside down.
And again...
His leadership saved,
A ship from sinking!
The housing industry was over built and bleeding.
Those given mortgages,
Couldn't afford homes they received.
The rich got richer...
As jobs were outsourced overseas.
Where it was cheaper,
To fill hot pockets...
And to grease the palms of thieves.
While those in the middle class...
Paid handsomely by these misdeeds.
And the people seem they wish to forget,
A prior administration...
Created this wreck.
And yet,
He of color was the best one to get...
To save a ship from sinking.
People feel uneasy,
That he of ability...
Has taken the helm of this ship!
And they want to blame him for everything.
Even the irresponsibility...
Those prior to his leadership,
Have made no pronouncements...
Of regretting the mess they left!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sickness is but a word!
Sickness is spreading,
People need a cure!
Will people survive,
We are not so sure!
People crying,
People dying,
People trying,
To stay alive!
People saving,
people helping,
People praying,
No need to shimmer and shive!
Please pray for all the sick people out there,
they need every prayer!
Don't let let any sickness,
grow into a slayer!
In the end....
Sickness in but a word,
Fearing it is absurd! !
(Please tell everyone to read this poem, it is very important to pray for sick people, who knows maybe someone you love is one of them, Nomatter what your religion is, Just pray for God to help! !)
poem by Kuji soliman
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Graveyards in the Sea
How many times have we seen,
things being recovered from the sea.
Things that should have remained there.
Like grave robbers,
these looters rob the dead of the sea.
It is different when no lives are lost
and cargo is what they seek,
or to find a reason why a ship died,
but when it come to personal possessions
of people who died there,
they should be left with the person
whomever he or she may be.
These wrecks should be a graveyard
and not disturbed by human hand.
They should remain in peace
far below at the bottom of the sea.
poem by David Harris
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Nomenclators
Nomenclators like debaters,
Continue to regurgitate...
Impressive knowledge they've obtained.
By listing that which they've regained.
Or created!
And they become so animated,
When they think someone will rate...
How they come across as speakers,
With gestures people appreciate.
And they like it when they knock and mock.
Name dropping without stop.
They love it when they see the people shocked...
With mouths wide open and eyes popped!
Nomenclators like debaters,
Continue to regurgitate...
Impressive knowledge they've obtained.
By listing that which they've regained.
Maintained,
To drain brains.
And they like it when they knock and mock.
Name dropping without stop.
They love it when they see the people shocked...
With mouths wide open and eyes popped!
And they like it when the people,
Strain.
And they like it,
When the people try...
To maintain drained brains.
And they like it when the people,
Strain.
And they like it,
When the people try...
To maintain drained brains.
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like to see the people do their best,
To maintain drained brains!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like to see the people do their best,
To maintain drained brains!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
They like it!
They like it!
They like it!
Nomenclators never get enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunting Others Too Numb
An effective mental projectedness...
Blankets to affect,
An accepted incorrectness.
People have selected,
For themselves...
To remain sheltered and not to detect.
An erosion suspected of a comprehension,
Elected.
Many wish to reject!
But its value is enforced...
With an engrossing blindedness.
Shuddering those to stutter...
And stunting others too numb.
Leaving some in opposition,
Deaf and dumb!
And the only ones left to overcome,
What is being to them done!
Completing a sustained intentional process...
To maintain a contamination,
With a controlled human devastation!
Removing an ability to think from everyone.
And such is the life...
Of anyone clinging onto truth.
Realizing today,
That holding firm in an earnest honesty...
Is a desperation a few can see and stuns!
And these are not the times to unwind from it.
This madness unimagined has just begun!
Shivering the quivers with no where to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Basically Into Themselves
People feel and see,
What directly affects.
If it is not prioritized...
They do not get upset.
When winds change,
And blame is claimed...
Those once unconcerned,
Seek attention on them aimed.
An effectiveness is expected then.
When folks feel inconvenienced,
And their whims become threatened.
But prior to that no complaints are heard.
People are basically into themselves...
Until their own footsteps,
Have been blocked or blurred.
In a collective unity,
People find no comfort in that reality.
That sensibility,
Disturbs their 'selfish' and isolated normalcy!
People feel and see,
What directly affects.
If it is not prioritized...
They do not get upset.
However...
When winds change,
And blame is claimed...
Those once unconcerned,
Seek attention upon them aimed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thank You For Your Assistance
You made choices in your life.
With accusations made to others,
That I believed I knew 'everything'.
And if that was remotely true...
People would have lived happier lives.
And you,
Come to me with attitude,
Accusing me of ignoring 'you'?
~Sir...
May I please use the PA system in your store?
I am trying to locate someone who is totally lost.~
'Sure.
Go to customer service and let them know,
You have my approval.'
~Ladies and Gentlemen...
May I have your attention, please.
I wish to locate someone that is lost.
And I'll repeat what I just said to them,
To you...
In the hopes we can find this person's mind!
THIS is what I said:
You made choices in your life.
With accusations made to others,
That I believed I knew 'everything'.
And if that was remotely true...
People would have lived happier lives.
And you,
Come to me with attitude,
Accusing me of ignoring 'you'?
If you see this fool in your presence...
Please direct them outside,
Where I am going to breathe some fresh air.
I thank you for your assistance.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Der Ganzen Welt
I love the city
and all its connections
people laid out before you
hundreds of faces
like ads for people with needs
I love the streets
and all of its directions
people speeding to see one another
I love the net
and all of its connections
curious people
teaching people
laying their lives out
behind your computer screen
I love the net
and all of its directions
people's chaotic lives
messy humanity
all linked together
I love the world
and all of its people
families, friends
ties and binds
on our little world
we have so much in comon
so many similarities, connections
'Love is a word
what matters is the connection the word implies.'
poem by Justin Tang
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Torn Apart
Many a year ago, there was one
And that one grew to few
And that few to many
And that many became one
And from that one, came strength
But there was one who left
Betrayed by the people called one
The one people accumilated a pride
A pride that the one people could not fight or hide
And so the unity of the one people became numb
One by one, the end was to come
To those that all the people had once been one
And the one who vanished, who was first betrayed
Who was hated, murdered, then in his grave now he laid
Was the one that existed many a year ago
poem by Julius Victorio
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Still I Find You Deeper In My Heart
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
when people want to drive us apart
and still I find you deeper in my heart,
even when people fabricate lies,
when they hit, spit and lay accusations.
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
even when there is resistance in every sentence of yours,
even when people bring you to anger by saying things
and still I find you deeper in my heart
and I know that nothing can conquer true love,
while I keep to the oath that I have made.
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
and even if my words and deeds as if without affect
when people hide behind hearsay
and still I find you deeper in my heart,
as if our love continually starts over again,
when people want to squash everything beautiful between us.
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
and still I find you deeper in my heart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Music
Powerful words always spilling out into this cold world,
For so many people to hear,
But do they really listen?
A very few people hate you,
Though I really can't understand why? There must be a reason behind the hate, Maybe something so powerful....
Not even you can heal.
You always seem to keep me numb,
When I'm hurting and need it the most, You're always there for anybody...
Any time of the day,
There's so many different kinds,
Affect so many people differently,
Some get happy and start dancing, Other's get all choked up...really hits home,
While others sit and replay it over and over,
Either way you're amazing,
And yes... I love you MUSIC!
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Poetry for the People rests upon a belief that the art of telling the truth is a necessary and a healthy way to create powerful, and positive, connections among people who, otherwise, remain (unknown and unaware) strangers. The goal is not to kill connections but, rather, to create and to deepen them among truly different men and women.
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Result of Your Creation
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Although it has come to confront...
You rather grunt in irritation.
Nothing about its appearance,
Stirs within you a contemplation to explore...
The origin.
You rather ignore it.
Just like everything you do that is done.
Everyone has begun to notice the crumbling...
Coming to do what has to be done that stuns,
But you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor do you wish to know,
It is what you reflect and your neglect
Has left it to grow!
To bring some to weep and many to sow.
Whether or not you accept it to harvest...
Does not affect the effectiveness of the trap.
And the setting of it,
Accepted or not is too damaging for you to take back!
Turn your head on that if you will.
But it is still a result of your creation!
A devastation of a planted ignorance...
You believed would bloom into fruit you would eat!
Like quick sales of stolen goods on urban streets!
Your mindlessness comes back to defeat you!
You don't care where it comes from.
Nor does a hint or clue,
Interest you.
Either you are too blind...
Or being ignorant is a desire you wish,
With a hope others will find in time!
And that time is not too far from your behind.
Unfortunately...
It is your mind that has come to find these times appealing!
With every denial you bring.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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