Free To Be Filthy
No regard or sign of respect.
Raised on material values...
And ideals they neglect.
Just for a dollar,
They have turned the world into a mess.
Free to be filthy.
And a scum achieved...
Has been their best effort yet!
Mongers of hate...
With absence of thought!
Taught by a society,
Seeped in delusions brought!
And yet they believe their lifestyles appeal!
As they trash humanity,
With an allowed zest and zeal!
Creeps and leechers...
Seeking attention they get!
Representing sleaze,
As a determined conquest!
And those who wished...
At a time,
To correct all of this...
Watch as bystanders,
Stepping over to avoid
All the crap that exists.
Others seem consciously accepting,
And so quick to digest...
Disgusting appearances,
With a filth nourished without protest!
And this diseased way of life...
Spreads like an uncurable cancer.
No opponent in battle is winning this fight!
Mindsets have been condoned,
To avoid any insight!
Fed on destruction.
To eliminate the good,
From lives no one wants to live as it should.
And 'threatened' by all,
That living right might ignite...
In goodwill, peace and brotherhood,
Feeding on this appetite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Much Truth Is Crude
There is nothing left to surprise...
Unless eyes have been closed,
To ignore false realities...
Resting still in accepting disguise!
And used as props,
To mask more lies!
One would have to visit a hypnotist,
To avoid a world that now exists!
With criticisms blindly thrown...
By those who sit on 'thrones' condoned!
Providing a comforting existence known,
To the ones who feel...
Too much truth is crude and rude to reveal.
Wounding to inflict and can not heal,
Conformed minds confined in fantasies concealed.
And disturbing an addiction,
That overwhelmingly appeals!
Boosted with zest and confessing zeal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War and Peace
'There is in this world that eternal battle'
the General said
'between Good and Evil.
There can be no compromise;
each nation needs living space
and those who follow Evil
will not hesitate
to take yours
and that means,
some of the time,
War.
War is the ultimate expression
of Evil vs. Good
and inevitable.'
Peace spoke:
War is for those who profit from War
and every war ends in Peace
and diplomacy,
Why not skip the destruction and killing
save human lives
and go straight to the Peace?
Nation-State spoke:
Ah, you Peace forget War
is more than the interval between
the Peace
because War decides which people
will be free
and which people will be oppressed.
Peace you misunderstand;
soldiers fight to preserve their country-mens' lifestyles
their families
and those five dollar lattes.
Ah, indeed in War and Peace
someone wins
and someone loses' Nation-State said.
Peace spoke:
Well, Nation-State, that used to be true
but not anymore.
Nuclear holocaust has no winners,
only losers.
A radioactive planet
where no one can live
for a thousand years
is not victory
but massive defeat for everyone.
.
Nothing to celebrate.
You '
Peace said
to the General
'cannot fulfill your main mission
which is to protect the population.
The foe you fight can blow up
all of their nuclear weapons
and the fall out will drift and kill
the rest of us
without even an attack.
You soldiers have to learn new tricks.
You can't really protect us.
All that is gone. You have to retire that side-gun
and sit at the diplomat's table.
'Peace 'Peace said'
has come to depend upon successful social ecology
and restraining those who would have us kill ourselves
in order to preserve our lives.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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You Deliver Great Impressions
Feed their dreams.
Not their anxieties.
Avoid the realities...
Of their living days.
Don't exclude their delusions.
Use them to excite.
Use them to ignite their hopes.
With intoxicated appetites.
Feed them a vision...
Of what a greatness means.
Feed them and sustain their attention.
Then do nothing you mentioned
With an intention that is 'seen'.
You deliver great impressions!
But none of that expresses...
What your suggestions are,
For cleaning up your mess!
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Sit Back and Watch the Circus! It's Free
Wait a cotton picking minute!
Billions are being spent on a monthly basis,
To protect us from 'identified' terrorists!
And yet mass murderers are walking amongst us,
Freely?
To do to us as they please?
And there is more of an interest,
To analyze their psychological adjustments...
As to why they can not live 'normal' lives,
In an approved and accepting society?
Am I NUTS?
'Ssssshhh...
You don't want anyone to believe,
You are 'not' patriotic...
Do you? '
Keep your voice down.
We are surrounded by rumor mongers,
And gossipers.'
OH!
You are right.
I have forgotten.
It is okay to tolerate our dysfunctions.
Just as long as we conform to them.
And they are not mentioned!
'Right.
Pretend these are the values others threaten.
But for us...
They are normally condoned.
And besides...
Some of these fanatics,
Are prone to receive flowering testimonies.'
Geeessshhh.
I am glad you are here to remind me of that.
Let's continue to observe the baring of the butts.
And people strutting around deranged.
'Hey...
That's what I say.
None of this we have to pay for.
Let us just sit back and watch the circus.
It's free! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Browbeaters Are Out In Droves
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions
Those browbeaters protest,
With an exposing of their selfishness.
And demand an attention to focus on their needs.
Regardless of the sacrificing done,
Of those historically
Forced to exist to please on bended knees.
Browbeaters like these,
Insist their standards valued should be those
Unopposed by the ones seeking,
To diminish inequities.
The ones with a consciousness
With beliefs that equality benefits humanity.
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions.
But those restrictions must limit
The feeding of greed,
That has depleted with a decreasing
All aspects of the economy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Need A Life Worth Living
all this hate
this neglect
my friendless life
i have all this pain
all this emotion
and no one to tell
my parents you say?
a school counselor?
what will they do?
they cant help me
all i am to them is another mouth to feed
and another piece of trash to work with
i see no point in anything anymore
i should just run away
and die alone in a hole
my home and school life is close enough to it already
i fail school
my parents hate my grades
my parents hate me! !
every day in school
i feel so paranoid
because i feel as if i will get made fun of every day
i avoid everybody
for my own good
i need a life worth living
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I don't have any respect at all for the scum-bags who went to Canada to avoid the draft or to avoid doing their fair share.
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Love and friendship
If red rose is for love and friendship
White one is for peace and very seems very deep
Its message is very clear with anguish
A signal for surrender and sign of finish
It is better to call off war and avoid blood shed
The wars are never successfully led
Both the sides suffer in terms of man and material
No one can proudly claim or offer denial
Modern warfare is the bloodiest
It can never be termed as useful or best
Did you ever visit hospitals or war zones?
If not then you are safe with all bones
Bodies are scattered all over for vultures
No one can claim it as good culture
It can never guarantee stable future
We are pushed to deep darkness for ever
Let us pray for no more such occurrences
It should never occur even by remote chance
We may replace material loss with some pain
But human losses are never to be regained
Even single death is shame on humanity
We have been sent here as peace messenger by almighty
We have no right to claim any land or divide
Time may favor sometimes but not always the tide
We have seen many civilizations lost in process
We have few remnants and have some access
We can assume glorious past of such existence
What is use if we have lost our past because of ignorance?
Avoid using pretext to wage such unholy things
It has nothing to do with man kind or something
Peace must prevail either by friendship or good neighborhood
Then only it will be known as correct meaning and having understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Freedom Fighters
Today I heard what them people say
Dem want to live free greedily, with everyone to pay.
You play under the sun while others fight and dies away
but I say if you don't like it this way, then why stay? Go away
Freedom Fighters
Ignite Jah
Freedom Fighters
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Ignite Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Shine Jah
Today I heard what them people say
Them say "The Man came in and he took our choice away"
You portray selfishness and hate
While some prepare to die today
I say you fade away, appreciate life and liberate
Freedom Fighters
Ignite Jah
Freedom Fighters
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Ignite Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Shine Jah
We have the right - to live in peace
and you must fight - for what you keep
If what you keep - holds truth inside
Stand up, defend - lay down and die
We have the right to live in peace
You must fight for what you keep
If what you keep holds truth inside
Stand up, defend, or lay down and die
Freedom Fighters
Ignite Jah
Freedom Fighters
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Ignite Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free
Jah say live free
Jah say die free
Live free, Jah say die free
Live free, Jah say be free
I and I, Live free
I and I, Die free
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
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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''
Instead of Being Derelict
We have come to offer.
Not equip to dissect.
Humanity is a blessing received.
Not to subject for reasons to reject.
A neglect respect reflects.
With a victimizing that affects,
All aspects of life.
To project with a focus,
Which way is right...
Does not feed everyone's appetite.
Nor makes a slumber done,
More fulfilling when someone...
Says they are able to do that better at night.
And 'who' are 'we' to come to offer?
An experiment.
A test.
With an insight given,
To honor and protect.
And the Creator of us all...
Is in a better position to correct.
IF we obey AND accept...
Instead of being derelict!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Quality of Life
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
Few I see walking.
Or exercising their right,
To feel healthier and bright.
Most with a better credit rating,
Than the one I possess...
Seem to be stressed and obsessed with regrets.
Why can't they whip out a piece of plastic,
Or be 'loaned' out of their mess?
Isn't that what having good credit means.
An ability to temporarily be free of duress.
That sounds so inviting.
To live for the creditors to hound and bite.
Hmmm...
I think not.
Not on my drug free watch!
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
There were those who believed I had lost my mind.
Literally!
Since I did not chase behind,
Luxury items.
Marketed to confine.
I chose to leave that kind of life behind.
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
Only the necessities,
Brought me more happiness it seems.
'And you say I can get two of these for a dollar?
Can I get three for twenty five cents more?
Why are you staring at me? '
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Exploring those things like nature walks,
Or riding daily on a bus.
I admit in the beginning...
A few choice words I openly cussed.
And that action began my release.
'I's free.
I's free.
I's be free like morning glory.
Well...
Not entirely.
I still pay basic bills.'
Stripped from impressions I see others attempt.
With a clear mind unaddicted...
These observations now to me make less sense.
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Life unattached to crap,
Can be quite exciting!
Although social invitations are few,
And far between.
But having peace of mind that is recognized...
Is more fulfilling than being in and around those scenes.
And that's a given.
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
I is free from pretentious living.
Uh-uh.
Yessuh!
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
If they are,
I don't see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crimes Against Humanity
It is clearly shown,
We've allowed and condoned...
Crimes against humanity,
By those who proclaim
They act to protect their own.
And we watch this evilness,
As if this way is best!
But no confession,
Will digest these transgressions
When the truth is revealed...
And known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Had Nothing To Do With God
All of us have a gift on Earth,
It's up to us to treasure,
life is what it's all about,
Live good and you'll gain pleasure.
Beliefs are what we are taught,
By seeds the adults sow,
This determines our values,
Respect and how we grow.
There's no excuse for fighting,
But at times we must defend,
Most of us dream of world peace,
But on goodwill that would depend.
Human Beings the world over,
Should be living life in peace,
If we could end our conflicts,
Then all the wars would cease.
The problem with us Humans is,
We seem to have a need,
To covet others land and goods,
I think they call it greed.
We also have it preached to us,
Everything is Gods will,
He really must love conflict,
That would be a bitter pill.
No one's ever seen him,
Yet we all think it's right,
We're all the same we use his name,
To justify our fight.
All religions make the claim,
That ''their God'' is supreme,
Is this really based on fact,
Or is it just a dream.
When we fight in wars the world over,
We all shout out his name,
Is that to say in our own way,
That God's the one to blame.
If we say we kill for him,
We use his name in vain,
Does man believe God would say yes,
It's good that you have slain.
When someone dies does he get blamed,
Oh no well that's satirical,
For if they live It's then claimed,
My God, ''it is a miracle''.
I think if he could talk to us,
To this notion he'd object,
For us to claim we kill for him,
Is an ideal he'd reject.
A suicide bomber primed to kill,
Is told, you will die well,
There is no God would take this view,
He'd send him straight to Hell.
So why do we behave this way,
We all have self belief,
This slaughter in the name of God,
Just causes untold grief.
If God would come and speak with us,
I'm sure that he would say,
Though some are mad you're not all bad,
Try not to fight but pray.
Throughout your lives you've never changed,
You fight because you're tribal,
Just take a look at your main book,
The one you call the bible.
It's full of wars and disputes,
The things that I forbade,
Stop blaming me then you will see,
Your troubles are all man made.
I imagine he would also say,
To give yourselves a chance,
Stop slaying, ''in the name of God'',
Then your lives you will enhance.
But Humans wont be happy till,
Our planet's reduced to rubble,
Even then you'll find a cause,
To go and look for trouble.
Then when you all destroy yourselves,
Looking back you'll find it odd,
Your troubles were caused by Humankind,
''They Had Nothing To Do With God''.
Ode to the Man I Sometimes Call Dad
I lie awake at night
And converse with the darkness.
We discuss many things,
The blackness and I.
We had an interesting conversation
The other night.
I have been wondering lately
What it would be like
To be someone other than me.
If I were more like her,
Would you still Hate me?
If I weren't like me,
Would you realize that you produced two?
Could you know that we are equal,
Although not the same?
Could you be that open-minded?
Doubtful.
Is it possible for you to see me
As the woman I've become,
Rather than the girl
You once knew?
I've overcome many obstacles,
Climbed many mountains,
Achieved many dreams;
But still you refuse to respect me.
You tell me that I'm worthless,
That I won't amount to much.
You call me a loser
I Cannot take it any longer!
I will fight back this time.
But am I Strong enough
To fight that which makes me weak?
No.
I will continue to let you belittle me
And treat me like a fool,
Like I am merely a stepping stone
On your path of destruction.
You tell me to respect you
But how can I respect a man
Who doesn't respect himself?
I can't honor and obey you
Like a true DAD should be treated.
Because in these past seventeen years,
You have never been a 'Dad' to me.
You are only my guardian, my provider -
Not my Dad.
You've provided me with the basics,
What I need now is for you to help me;
Love, Laugh, be Free,
Live every moment to the Fullest.
Until you can fulfil that need,
I will let the darkness
Heal my wounded soul,
Because you never learned how.
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Doing What It Takes To Feel One's Best
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do...
To get the attention.
Misconceptions about that are taught to those,
To leave them feeling insecure to be left exposed.
And psychologically dependent on others.
Those who are seeking the attention,
Are the ones making the excuses...
For everything done they do,
To avoid doing that which they should.
Fearing then no one would notice them at all.
And for them to be noticed is what is sought.
Leave them alone to figure themselves out,
And they wouldn't know what to do 'with' clues.
Especially if no one is there to listen,
To their opinions given or their version of life...
Yet for them to live.
But they'll try to convince others they know about.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do to get the attention.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is something one does to comprehend.
And many not comprehending,
Can also be viewed amongst those refusing to listen.
Only a life lived to be one's best,
Is often a life lived making fewer excuses.
With less complaints heard,
To create and produce to seduce someone else...
For whatever the reason found around,
To digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Be Permitted to Sit or Take a Sniff
Some are selected to see and digest.
While others believe,
They are here to correct what's on the menu.
To decide what they will be served next.
And if the taste is not to their liking,
They rally to hire a new cook.
With a loud protest.
Instead of accepting,
They are powerless to elect...
What has been chosen to be most effective.
And not debated,
To be inspected as wished...
By those who will never be permitted,
To sit or take a sniff in the kitchen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tcepser (Unscramble The Word)
No-one fed me respect
It was all for me to predilect
And was the blood flowing in my veins
It is now a natural demenour with no strains
No-one taught me respect
It was all for me to adapt other than neglect
As a toddler
With all respect no-one taught me how to walk,
As teenager
No-one taught me how to make sense when I talk
I did not drink it from any dam
I did not digest it from any book
I did not observe it from any wise man
Because by birth I knew
That with esteem, comes self-esteem
That with respect, comes self-respect
No-one told me how to respect
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Cancer of our existance...
This perfect marriage between father sun and mother earth
It has kept us safe, warm and nourished for an eternity
Yet we are guilty of squandering this great gift
What other offspring known to man shall rape the giver of life
We are selfish, we are greedy, we value the mighty dollar above all else
We are like an ignorant child that must be taught how be decent
But mother earth shall not stand for this violation much longer
She shall bring forth her own missile to wipe out the source of her pain
We have become like a cancer upon everything that is good upon this earth
It's time we stopped being the cancer... It's time we started being the cure...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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Sorely Neglected
As obvious as a three dollar bill.
And yet its counterfeit use,
Has not brought about any attention!
Could it be...
Those of this persuasion on a spending spree,
Are in a self praise mode?
As values continue to plop,
Without flushing down an ignored commode!
They enjoy taking a self righteous stance.
As a reality that is touched and felt...
Loses an appeal of a tasty sharp cheese melt,
Once delighting with a zest and zeal.
And sandwiched in between,
Are those of religious doctrines screaming.
They would like to believe their values are wholesome...
But contradicted values displayed on the streets,
Have found them much dismissed and benigned...
By those speaking of a standard of life,
Cruising into a nightmarish covered up blight.
No one seems to mind in these times.
A clarity of how things truly are lived,
Is not at all reflected.
In fact the truth is sorely neglected.
And a 'white house' surrounded by useless monuments...
Is 'thisclose' from being up for sale.
Brought by foreign investors...
Who could care less who professes,
To make sentiments about this!
Regardless who wins in an election and prevails...
Whether it is understood or not,
Who gets to sit to attempt making divisional splits fit!
A devalued 'buck' can not stop...
In an empty pocket!
And no amount of brilliant deceptive explanation,
Is going to magically make that happen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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