Free of Radical Toxins
If understandings are kept basic,
And elementary...
Most would easily comprehend,
That which is misunderstood.
Leaving those who love to complicate issues...
In a collective indecisive and incompetent,
Blatant area to dismiss.
'We are passing through the area of 'intellectuals'.
Please adorn quickly your safety masks.
There will be no other warnings! '
Isolated!
And there to fight amongst themselves...
As to the degree of their 'superiority',
At the taxpayer's expense.
This alone would generate billions,
To replenish a sickened economy.
As if on exhibit to attract the interested.
And the thickening air of stagnation...
Once diminished by pompous stench,
Would become salvaged and cleansed.
Producing an atmosphere free of radical toxins.
No matter from what prestigious schools,
They've been classified as degreed!
The air and quality of it...
Would again be manure free.
Or at least the smell of it would not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Area
I am in my area
There is nothing to dispute.
I am in my area
I can do whatever I like
Openly and in mute.
I am in my area
It is open and simple
I am in my area
I am in peace and stable.
Please do not grumble.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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So Thoughtless Are We
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
Although allowing all,
To run into walls and make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
For purposes to celebrate.
Hoping to correct,
Our reasons to hate.
But we seem so unconscious,
Of this miracle of life we have.
So thoughtless are we,
We actually believe...
God is a figment of our fantasies.
We seem so unconscious,
Of Mother Nature and of Earth.
As if 'scientists' made the Moon, Stars and Sun.
And they've proclaimed our lives the center of it.
As if our lives here on Earth...
Are the only ones lived,
In this 'massive' Universe.
Where needs to feed,
Understandings with a thirst.
With some isolated to debate their fates.
Wanting to be,
The only ones who are chosen to be 'first'.
Not only are our minds blinded...
But our eyes deceive,
Just to tease these selfish greeds.
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
But make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
God gives.
And only from us God can take!
So much.
And yet...
Surprise us with much more.
If we accept and appreciate,
Why we are here.
And 'WHO' and 'WHAT' IT is,
Our lives are lived here for!
'Place no other gods before ME!
That's ALL I ask!
How difficult 'is' that task? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We don't intend to always keep this necessarily African oriented. Originally I had hoped to have African American Indian of this area, and the Appalachian of this area, but at the same time, just as we have the Haitian room, we will always have room for another exhibit.
quote by Katherine Dunham
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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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Desiring To Control
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
With a penetrating done,
Meant to be permanent.
But an unsuspecting awakening...
Is beginning to make attempts,
To prevent this evil and devilment sent.
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
And it should come as no surprise,
How the quality of deceit with the use of effective lies...
Has hypnotized with a sweetened treatment,
That has controlled the lives of unconscious minds.
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Are being removed slowly...
From the ones responsible,
For the escalation of troubling world events.
And even though this wickedness to many doesn't make sense...
It does,
If you are among the few...
Desiring to control and over many to rule!
With a keeping of a population convinced...
What is being done is in their best interest meant.
'Do you smell that? '
~No.
Smell what? ~
'A very slight presence,
Of manure in the air! '
~No,
I haven't noticed it.~
'You will...
Or my name is not Wilson.'
~Your name isn't Wilson.~
'That's just how strong that stench is going to be.
Who we 'think' we are...
Will never again be the same.
AND...
Mother Nature?
Is not just going to stand by and watch the unfolding either.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free At Last
Now I am trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give you insight might just change your life
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free from fooling round wasting time,
Floating in this abyss of your dreadful love
Free is a feeling so high in the sky
Higher higher higher
Free from the quarrels unsatisfaction
Free from the false dream that you planted
In me with your submissive love
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Now I am open like the sky
For the sun to shine and colors true
To find me blue
Oh what a joy to be free
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free of cheating your poor heart at my own damn expense
The cost was heavy and it rent as a thunder cloud
A hurricane sure racked in my heart
Now the rain is gone and I am gone
Yes, I am moving on
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Toxins
Release them to relieve with an enema.
You can,
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Feel free...
Light,
And...
Cleansed as you can be.
Toxins,
Create...
Diseases.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
You can,
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins,
Create...
Diseases.
You can,
Feel free...
Light and cleansed as you can be.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins.
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Toxins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are fortunate to live an area that is blessed with outstanding schools and educators. We are proud of the quality of education that they provide to local students.
quote by Kenny Marchant
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Embellished By Desire
Does a greatness exist,
To remind itself that's what it is?
Or is it what it is because it is convinced...
A greatness has been achieved?
From its perspective.
Although the quality of it,
Has long been diminished...
By those seeking clarity and definition!
And not deluded interpretations,
Fantasized and embellished by desire.
An isolated slice of a whole...
May wish to call itself anything it chooses.
But it can not exist as it is by itself exclusively.
One day it does awaken...
To realize the foolishness of this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Daydreaming
Ridding a stench away,
Others may lay...
Is likened to the eliminating the smell,
Of an accidental step in cow manure...
Or dog doo one discovers on the bottom,
Of their brand new shoes.
Depending on which side of the plantation,
One decides to take a casual walk...
While daydreaming to one day be free,
From those planting ideals...
About the power of the vote.
And the effectiveness of unity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any Opportunity I Can Get
Which view,
In your opinion...
Has more of an advantage,
From a horse drawn cart?
The one riding as a passenger,
While sitting in the front?
Or the one from the back,
With nothing but the rear of the horse to see?
'That's difficult to answer.
I have grown very attached to gardening.
And any opportunity I can get,
To collect free manure...
I jump and grab it immediately.
On the other hand...
Some of that indecisive crap,
I hear coming from the mouths of those...
Riding along AND ignoring the view,
Provides for me no benefit at all.
And I can tell from the horse's expression,
There is something I do with something 'he' does...
I am getting for free!
And at his expense.
And I can tell by the look in his eyes,
He has become suspicious as to why...
When I ride,
I am the only one who feeds him carrots! '
I see!
So you prefer the rear view?
'That depends on the time of the year.
And what I am willing,
To sit through to listen and hear.
Some crap is more beneficial than others.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What They Wish Others To Believe
No one can dismiss truth.
Although the realness of it...
Is often diminished.
By those unaccustomed,
To face and confront reality.
Without a masking done that fits,
And publicly seen as an accepted image.
No one can dismiss truth.
Or accuse someone else,
Of producing to create a fakeness they live...
To hide behind what they wish others to believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needing Instant Pity
You know I know
You think I'm indecisive.
I know you know
Inside I try to hide it.
Like a river flows so free
Until it empties into the sea.
I wish all the thoughts I had...
Were easy to be seen.
I'm needing instant pity!
You know I know
You think I'm indecisive.
I know you know
Inside I try to hide it!
If I said, 'Here is my life! '
Would you treat me very good?
If I gave you a reason to stay...
Would you promise that you could,
Always treat me better...
No matter what the weathercast?
You know I know
You think I'm indecisive.
I know you know
Inside I try to hide it.
Come what may
My needs are real to me.
I will pray to find another way...
To share with you my secrets,
If you will never leak them in dismay!
You gotta help me chase these storms away.
I hope this wish is bliss...
And not decay!
You know I know
You think I'm indecisive.
I know you know
Inside I try to hide it.
Like a river flows so free
Until it empties into the sea.
I wish all the thoughts I had...
Were easy to be seen.
I'm needing instant pity now.
Can you now instantly pity me?
I can not quit...
It sits and bothers me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People are free to campaign and they will be free to vote. There won't be any soldiers, you know, at the queues. Anyone who has the right to vote is free to go and cast his vote anywhere in his own area, in his own constituency.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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Federation of Unions
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
Isolated protectivism,
With beliefs fading quick!
Has those of a mindset,
Internally struggling...
To maintain foundations in conflict!
And this can not persist like this!
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
Affecting the lives of everyone.
And the change coming to all who resist,
Is going to stun...
By the effectiveness of it!
A federation of unions comes to exist!
And who leads,
Will not be as important...
As those who will be forced to follow!
Swallowing a past,
From times no longer everlasting.
He may have said it!
Many may have regrets.
But all will experience,
And feel the affects of change!
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
But there will be little a few in opposition can do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indictment Against Entire Nations
Collective Guilt Is Groundless.
Guilt is individual as is salvation.
Collective guilt cannot enforced be
laid upon innocence preadolescent.
Vengeance reparations cause wars?
No indictment exists
nor means rationally
for law creating crime
as collective nations
shame blame guilt.
Penalty culpability
regret responsibility
admissions of evils
For the Indictment
of an entire nation.
Least free-born blood
of race righteousness.
Condemned in error.
Cry out from ground
in accusation against us.
Evil must be cleansed
to source malignant.
Before humanity can
collectively throw off. Weight
cavitation chains walk free.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nation Builders
Even those carrying pails of sand,
Would be considered nation builders.
To bring a pride and gleam to their land.
And restore a sense of dignity.
Whispered by many,
As a need to progress...
A much needed unity,
Professed digresses.
In a collective motivation,
To renew and rid them of stagnation.
However...
There are too many among them,
Who perceive that kind of effort...
As an introduction to diminish them to laborers.
An act of slavery!
Many see as not being free.
Free to come and go as they please.
And this, to them, is absurd!
They then refuse to hear another word.
Or validate and comprehend,
Anything at all...
That might bring enlightenment to them.
With no opportunity to voice their opinion?
With no opinion addressed to be heard?
~Who on Earth do 'they' think we are?
Cattle?
Sheep?
Animals in a blinded herd? ~
And already the rumors and innuendos,
Have stopped them in their tracks.
Some have started a petition.
Detailing their objections...
Not only to that!
But also...
To the quality of sand.
And the color and sizes of the pails,
To be carried and hauled.
Who would do the scheduling?
And what hours can be expected?
What about the pay?
Would good pay wages prevail?
And how would this activity,
Produce their needs and feed traditions...
With customary holidays.
Could time away,
Be used as vacation and/or sick pay?
So the people decided to sit in defiance.
Waiting to be approached.
And hopefully to be given time,
To debate their concerns....
Many have stated they will dispell.
And reproach.
To do this well.
'These are just plans suggested.
To rebuild and prosper.
Not yet to manifest! '
~At whose expense and benefit? ~
Remarked the respected elder of the village!
Standing with folded arms.
On a dirt path in protest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Analysis of Analysts - 0022
It's sad to see such talent sacked
and seek redundancy,
the system that they backed has lacked
much flexibility.
In days of boom, whatever cost,
their cousel claimed quickly,
in days of doom, when much seems lost,
such slip like leaf from tree.
Economy, accountancy,
they studied at the school,
and having taken their degree,
presumed all else a fool.
When next day dawns, or dare I speak,
employment temporary
will scarce attract, instead most seek
in contract some safety.
When next day dawns, as in the past,
it is psychology
that they must master, else quite fast
will fail to find a fee!
(5 November 1974)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Got To Be Free
(malik pendelton/nicole johnson)
Ive got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Long goodbyes, stolen glances
Cant explain all thats happened in our past
Im tired of creating lies to be alone
Im living wrong, were living wrong
More and more you make me
Afraid to come around
You take the pleasure out of being in love
And being down and down and down and down and down
For the one whos there for me
All I really want to be is free, yeah
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
You dont know why, havent got a clue
In the dark about why I am leaving you
You cant expect me to go on this way
No, I cannot stay, I will not stay
More and more you make me
Realize what I have home
Whats taboos exciting
But sometimes it just gets old
Sometimes it just gets old
For as long as I am me, boy
All I really want to be is free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
Ive got to be free, got to be free
Gotta be, gotta be free
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Good Advice Is Free
Looking up and down the street,
Before one goes across...
May save one's life without the strife.
And prevent paying a cost.
This advice is free.
This advice is free.
No matter what it is one thinks,
Agony is mean.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Before you pout and give me looks,
About something I say.
Open up your ears a moment,
Don't push me away.
This advice is free.
This advice is free.
No matter what you think of me...
I'm not your enemy.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Why do people get offended,
By a truth that's told.
But lies they seem to cling onto,
And then sell their own souls.
To leave them feeling...so low!
This advice is free.
No fee paid.
This advice is free.
No matter what expense is paid,
Good advice is free.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Why do people get offended,
By a truth that's told.
But lies they seem to cling onto,
And then sell their own souls.
To leave them feeling....so low!
This advice is free.
No fee paid.
This advice is free.
No matter what expense is paid,
Good advice is free.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Looking up and down the street,
Before one goes across...
May save one's life without the strife.
And prevent paying a cost.
Before you pout and give me looks,
About something I say.
Open up your ears a moment,
Don't push me away.
Good advice is free.
Good advice is free.
No matter what you think of me...
Good advice is free.
Good advice is free.
No fee paid.
Good advice is free.
No matter what expense is paid,
Think of preventing the agony.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Nah, nah, nah-nah.
Nah, nah, nah-nah, nah-nah NAH!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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