Forgettable But Mentioned
I've never understood why,
Some would jeopardize their own lives...
To gain three seconds of fame and attention,
Although forgettable but mentioned.
And to ruin others in the doing,
Just because they can.
Is a mental outlook even the doer,
Can explain it or understands.
And in the doing expresses,
No one should get upset!
It is that lack of respect for humanity...
That minds today project with a sickness.
Unfortunate are those,
Who see nothing wrong with this.
And unfortunate are the times,
That allow crimes like this to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regretting Their Actions
Unfortunate are those,
Who select their victims with venom.
Those who are blinded by an agenda picked,
Without facts that are offered to them...
But set with a mindset,
To appease a personal illness.
And this had been done with ease.
Unfortunate are those,
Deciding to choose the ones perceived,
As vulnerable.
Those they believed were without friends.
Those they have chosen,
To be open and defenseless.
Unfortunate are those with minds like this!
And they are the ones to ultimately suffer the most.
First to scream an unjustice has been done.
Although they are the ones,
To instigate...
Their own pain and defeat!
And exposed to be evil...
From discretions selected privately.
Now publicly observed as acts to deceive.
Unfortunate are the ones like these...
Regretting their actions,
At the expense of destroying their own lives.
Weeping and seeking...
Places to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).
Ali in Peak of Eloquence
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Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effected Etiquette
Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
Your high brow outlook.
Or your effected etiquette.
I respect your false pretentiousness maintained.
Really, I do.
But you have to admit...
You would like to let your hair down,
And cuss a little bit!
You have got to have something else on your mind?
Especially today.
Something besides appropriate table placements.
And where your dinner guests will sit?
Daring...
With the nerve to complain,
About the items given to you...
From the food bank?
And 'those' people you were with!
I am 'trying' my best to respect you!
But you are making me absolutely sick,
With your lack of empathy.
And your devoted self centeredness!
Displayed with such focused objectivity.
Or the lack there of!
Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
Your high brow outlook.
Or your effected etiquette.
Or ruin the extended invitation,
To me you have given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declining Forgiveness
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
With embellished insecurities...
Of memories flourished now gone.
Their mentalities are witnessed to be diminishing quick.
And within themselves,
They can not admit...
These times lived today,
Will not continue to permit...
An attention given,
To such stubbornly held sickness...
They have become riddled and sit with!
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
The challenges ahead requires a collective focus,
That has to exist!
To be drained emotionally by someone misfit...
Detaches an empathy!
With a declining forgiveness,
Decaying with it!
And a healing affect,
Will for all go neglected
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack of respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lack of respect
Lend us in hot oil
And now we are fried like vianas
Because we lack respect
Yes respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lead us to put our feet inside the packet
And look now
We have fallen so hard in the ground
Because we lack respect
We had foolish remarks
Asked personal question
And proved to the world how jealous we are
Because we lack respect
We questioned facilitator than scenario
How? Because we lack respect for our colloquies
Because we mesmerize twaddle
We are futile
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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The Physicality Of Things
Living to identify and adjust,
To the physicality of things...
Loses one an opportunity to gain any wisdom,
From the spiritual side of life.
One into 'things' and the implied importance,
This emptiness brings...
Satisfies a perception,
That what one has equates one's worth.
Sad is the mind stuck on Earth like that.
Unconscious of all the traps that attract.
And imprisoned,
By a lack of time...
To adventure all that Mother Nature offers.
And,
It is an unfortunate observation to witness this...
But,
Those impressed by appearances and 'bling'...
Would have to be struck by lightening,
To appreciate the benefits the gift of life has to offer.
There are very few people,
Not limited in their minds...
Who can honestly say today,
They have no biases of any kind.
Very, very few can say that,
And keep an eye contact going on.
People are not yet that honest with themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Winners Write The History
That the winners write the war histories should not be the case
For war is a tragedy a human disgrace
And the losers in war see their Country destoyed
And the war history never written by the losing side.
Look at Oliver Cromwell victorious in war
The deeds of his glory from England known far
But those who write on Cromwell they never do tell
Of one who for poor people made life Earthly hell.
To the Catholics of Ireland Cromwell was a brute
The poor rural peasants he did persecute
Yet streets in his honour distant from England today
The winners only write the history so true what they say.
Efrain Rios Montt became President of Guatemala even though he
Was guilty of serious crimes against humanity
An old man now but for his crimes yet to pay
The winners write the history it's always been that way.
Augusto Pinochet in Chile has blood on his hands
And that he may die a free man seems hard to understand
And though loathed by many in Chile for his crimes of shame
The winners write the history and their's is the fame.
I've just mentioned a few for there are many more
Who have committed crimes against humanity but like it has been said before
that the winners write the history and that's how 'twill remain
And the mistakes of the past are repeated again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Unfortunate Soul
Some poor unfortunate soul
towards the end of the day
has made it to my doorstep.
And who am I to say,
that but for a change of circumstance
that soul might have been me.
Do I shut the door and turn my back
or offer what I can?
Now some would say in these dangerous times
that's the better plan.
But I, who was taught while growing up
that to fear is a coward's way
offer this soul a helping hand
and pray that if some day
I should be the unfortunate soul
to face a time of woe
that they will harbor friendship to
the one with no place to go.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Pessimist In A Poem...
the sickness of humanity
is looking for a cure
and trusting about the herbs of
words
humanity keeps on writing
until it finds the
cure,
there seems to be
nothing,
there is no remedy
on the sickness of our humanity
it begs
nothing is given
it is thirsty and remains
to be one
it is hungry (for love, for compassion
for warmth, and understanding
for food
and shelter and embrace)
and it so remains to
be one
hungry world
there is no cure, its sickness
remains forever
until you come in
to tell the world that it is wrong
you are the savior
of this sickness of humanity
when you cease to be
one of them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Uninvited
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepard meet shepard
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from City Of Angels soundtrack
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Poverty (song)
In the tune of the Boomtown Rats hit 'I Don't Like Mondays'.
The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell
Their whole lives hell.
(Gordon) Brown watches from his cosy home
Thinking of his latest plan,
While a man out THERE
Is so very SCARED
Living out his whole life in a dump,
And his dreams are stopped
When he sees the plot
To get rid of his landfill home
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They don't know what to think, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell,
Their whole lives Hell, Hell, Hell,
Whole lives in hell.
As all the life seeps out of that poor man
We go and count our money pile
And now we’ll be going to the corner shop
While that man starts to choke on his own bile
Then the media babbles
Then the signal crackles
(Pretending that they care about them)
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They can’t stand the poverty
And The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t
Tell us why
We should
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell.
Tell us why we shouldn’t help them
The answer is….
We should help them.
poem by Andrew Racklyeft
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High Crimes & Misdemeanors (Hip Hop-Crazy)
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung
They want you to believe
The unbelievable
They say you should accept
The unacceptable
Forget your common sense
It isn't sensible
Good times for fools and dreamers
Watch 'em all deny
The undeniable
See how they refute
The unrefutable
They're ready to defend
The indefensible
High times for lawyer schemers
They say we must forgive
The forgivable
They want us to respect
The unrespectable
The pious and the hip
So hypocritical
High crimes and misdemeanors
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
See how they explain
The inexplicable
Watch 'em debate
The undebatable
Apparently a lie
Is never liable
Prime time for talk show screamers
They say we constitute
The Constitutional
With justice here for all
So justifiable
I'm tryin' not to laugh
But man it's laughable
High crimes and misdemeanors
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
And so
Today we find
They've changed their minds
They've switched their points of view
Oh what tangled webs they weave
When their beliefs ain't really
What they believe
They're trying to divide
The indivisible
Because they think we're fools
So foolable
I'm tryin' not to laugh
But man it's laughable
Boom times for Wall Street dreamers
They want you to believe
The unbelievable
They say we should accept
The unacceptable
The pious and the hip
So hypocritical
High crimes and misdemeanors
High crimes and misdemeanors
High crimes and misdemeanors
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip
song performed by by Styx
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Unfortunate Thing
Breaking out of school
Aint really fooling no one
I was sure Id get my reward in time
Backing uo the street
With the smell of sweet sensation
Didnt want to be another dime
Hidden in the pocket
Of some unfortunate nation
Didnt have no money, sure didnt have the time
Chorus:
Unfortunate thing, such an unfortunate thing
Unfortunate thing, such an unfortunate thing
But I fought with nothing
But I fought with nothing
Laughing at the rumor
That youve been screwing someone
Laugh better cry
It could be your turn next time
Brother what a lover beyond the fourth dimesion
Hes got an ego
Thats bigger than yours and mine
(chorus)
Dont call me bwana
Let it settle in your heart
We move from children
Into a business counterpart
Your head was shaking as I walked into the room
A spirit breaking
Thats why I feel this way
Breaking out of school
Aint really fooling no one
I was sure Id get my reward in time
Backing up a street
With a smell of sweet sensation
Didnt want to be another dime
(chorus)
song performed by by Culture Club
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Many Incidents Intended
Many incidents intended,
Has evidence as incentive.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
Many incidents intended,
Has evidence as incentive.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
Many incidents intended.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
But no one pays attention...
Or listens to what's being said,
To what is being mentioned.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
These speeding times leave minds behind.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
Many incidents intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nightmares Won't Stop
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then maybe its fake
Your not drowning in a black lake
Your not being bitten poisonous snake
Your not really awake
It is all in your head
An over active imagination
A mental complication
What a realization
Then comes another sensation
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
It also could be
You pinch your skin to see if this is
Your trying to open your eyes
if only to see
Their must be something you missed
Explaining away the possibility of your demise
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then when that coffin you lie in with spikes comes closed
You'll wake up alive with all your cloths
But look at all holes
Their mere shreds
How is that possible?
A mental transference of the material
Then the question comes did you wake into another dream
This is a sickness and a disease
If only solving it could be a breeze
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
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High Crimes & Misdemeanors
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
They want you to believe
The unbelievable
They say you should accept
The unacceptable
Forget your common sense
It isnt sensible
Good times for fools and dreamers
Watch em all deny
The undeniable
See how they refute
The unrefutable
Theyre ready to defend
The indefensible
High times for lawyer schemers
They say we must forgive
The forgivable
They want us to respect
The unrespectable
The pious and the hip
So hypocritical
High crimes and misdemeanors
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
See how they explain
The inexplicable
Watch em debate
The undebatable
Apparently a lie
Is never liable
Prime time for talk show screamers
They say we constitute
The constitutional
With justice here for all
So justifiable
Im tryin not to laugh
But man its laughable
High crimes and misdemeanors
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
And so
Today we find
Theyve changed their minds
Theyve switched their points of view
Oh what tangled webs they weave
When their beliefs aint really
What they believe
Theyre trying to divide
The indivisible
Because they think were fools
So foolable
Im tryin not to laugh
But man its laughable
Boom times for wall street dreamers
They want you to believe
The unbelievable
They say we should accept
The unacceptable
The pious and the hip
So hypocritical
High crimes and misdemeanors
High crimes and misdemeanors
High crimes and misdemeanors
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip hop hip hop-cracy hip hop
Hip
song performed by by Styx
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There's no greater way to gain an audience's sympathy than by being unfortunate.
quote by Seth Green
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