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From the Docile Side of Life!

Sucked into an imploding vortex?
If that is what one chooses to accept...
Why take steps...
To follow as expected?

Be a rebel!
Be a maverick!
Be decidedly inventive.
And escape,
From the docile side of life!

So entertained,
And influenced...
By those distant!
Easily managed.
And

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hes A Rebel

Hes a rebel and you may not like his
Looks or his style
Be hes faster than light and he
Can walk a miracle mile
Hell point you out and hell pull you in
I guarantee hell be your best friend
Hes a rebel and hes gonna be good
Anyhow
And the boys in the group they just
Want to drag him way down
Hes so straight ahead, hell blow
Your mind
He can be strong and yet so kind
What you see is what you get
And what you get you wont regret
cause hes on the line
What you want is what hes got and
What hes got, hes got a lot
cause its allright
Its allright
Ooh hes a rebel, written up in the
Lambs book of life
And therell be no escape because
The stage has been set for a while
If he comes your way, hell make you
Surrender
His storys clear and his voice
So tender
What you see is what you get
And what you get you wont regret
cause hes on the line
What you want is what hes got and
What hes got, hes got a lot
cause its allright
Its allright
If he comes your way hell make you
Surrender
His words are clear and his
Loves forever
Hes a rebel and he doesnt conform
Thats for sure
Society rules and its fallin right
Down to the core
Hell love you like youve never been
Loved before
He always leaves you wanting
Him more
Hes a rebel
See that rebel
Yeah, thats a rebel
Thats a rebel
Hes a rebel
See that rebel
Theres the rebel
Theres the rebel

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Rebel To Rebel

When the night winds down and my thoughts run deep
And the Lord hangs a black cat moon
As I lie awake I swear I heard a song in the wind
In the southern breeze I can hear the strummin'
of a six string just outta tune
And a whisky soaked voice
Singing 'bout places he's been
Cuttin' through the night
Like a siren's song
He's tellin' me tonight
Gotta spread the news along
Chorus:
Rebel to rebel
To anyone who's ever tried
Rebel to rebel
To take on the other side
Callin' out his name as night is falling
A brother's voice is calling
Sending messages through the past
To rebels like me and you
I can see his face as I watch the stars
From a tour bus heading from town
With a wink and a smile
He'd tell me things words couldn't say
To be a street survivor
Boy you gotta stand tall
Keep that dream in your heart
I'll be there in the fight
Nothing gonna stand in our way
Well I'm taking his advice
As I sing this song
Let fortune roll the dice
And don't you ever forget where you 're from
Chorus:
Rebel to rebel
Now I see him walk away
Rebel to rebel
Here it come
Now I hear his voice again
Rebel to rebel
To anyone who's ever tried
Rebel to rebel
To take on the other side
Callin' out his name as night is falling
A brothers voice is calling
Rebel to rebel oooh rebels like me
Rebel to rebel, rebel to rebel, rebel to rebel

song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Focused Upon The Wax

An entertained mind seeking to get it easy...
And with a breeze,
Can not be expected to think of life...
As a blessing to accept.
And...
To be taken seriously.

Only when a candle begins to flicker,
Does the wax with the wick burning in it...
Become regarded as important.

But...
In the beginning,
When the freshness of the glow...
Seems to bestow imaginations that go on forever,
Who remains focused upon the wax and its melting?
Not too many.

Just the light and all that sparkles,
With an identifying meaning...
Is wished to linger.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rebel, Rebel, Rebel

We’re in the station line up for something
It’s crowded like hell and nobody cares
About patience, about tolerance
Oh, they all vapor in hot air
They say I should keep move but they don’t give me a room
They keep pushing me back and front
And there’s little devil pop up in my head
Rebel, rebel, rebel
It’s enough!
I will say it clear, I will tell till you can hear
Why I should do what you want but you don’t
I can’t please everyone, I will stay if I want
No matter how hard I should stand my right
By the end you will learn not to ignore

We’re living in mechanical world
Everything out of system will be called junk
Even for a dream, even for change
They won’t believe if there isn’t a proof
They say I should have all but they surround me by wall
And there’s little devil pop up in my head
Rebel, rebel, rebel
Is that enough?
I will say it clear, I will tell till you can hear
Why I should corrupt my heart just to meet your standard
I can’t please everyone, I will do what I want
No matter how long I should fight
By the end you will accept my point

We’re too much having senseless war
They claim they who on the way
To give justice, to make promise
Damn, it’s just a lie as usual
They say they’re who right but they’re wasting my time
They keep covering up and up
And there’s little devil pop up in my head
Rebel, rebel, rebel
It’s really enough!
I will say it clear, I will tell till you can hear
Why I should follow this game when you order with power
I’ll stop you now, I’ll prove you wrong
No matter how hard reality is I will stand for peace
By the end you’ll not get anything worth over

We’re running out the world
Everything exploited till the limit
Only for money, only for greed
And anybody should pay for it
They say there’ll be better life but it’s only lullaby
They keep robbing my land and culture
And there’s little devil pop up in my head
Rebel, rebel, rebel
It’s better enough!
I will say it clear, I will tell till you can hear
Why I should suffer with your own doom
I’ll stop you now, there’s no other direction
No matter how long we must protect we should love more this earth
By the end our children could also feel that their home is a beautiful place

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Peace

As I was sucked up the vortex
Of death and destruction
No one saw my worthy life

Lest I let them see my eyes
The lust of man
The lies tears and strife

The perfume of death
Wanton gifts well planned
That end with a sigh

Then in context
Of life and bliss
Rest will eventually arrive

poem by John Shea
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Distant Light

Distant light flickers an invitation of hope.
In reaching it, there will be sanctification.
Dimness that surrounds the eyes
will be forgotten.
Black holes that open the heart
will be discarded.
Let the distant light come closer.
Let the distant light be a friend.

Shallow water cannot drown soul.
It can only hinder the passage.
Dampening the spirit as it frolics
like a moonbeam across the mind.
Distance lends unhappiness.
Let the distant light shine bright.
Let the distant light be a guide.

In closets of blackness the hands
seek an opening in the shadows.
They find nothing, but the eyes
focus on a distant light that
calls like a radio in the night.
Let the distant light embrace.
Let the distant light be closer.

In an emptiness of broken glass
there is a pattern to salvation.
Frame the light like fire in the glance,
walk towards it. Find escape.
Let the distant light be strong.
Let the distant light shine forever.

What is the distant light that shines?
What is its meaning in a journey?
This is an answer not easily explained.
This is a hope not readily known.
Let the distant light continue.
Let the distant light always shine.

poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
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I refuse to be a clone.

From birth to death it seems to me.
That we are never truly free.
To be what we would like to be.
We are expected to conform
to what’s accepted as the norm.
Dictated by society.

WE go to school where we are taught.
To memorise the things we ought.
But no one spares a single thought.
About what we would like to be.
They do not care apparently.
We can’t escape too firmly caught.

Though some of us a very few.
Rebel and we refuse to do
What the system wants us to.
But most accept the status quo.
Because they aren’t allowed to know.
That they are entitled to pursue.

Their cherished dreams in their own way
and no one has the right to say.
That they cannot but they will pay.
The price for their rebellion
against the states opinion.
But some. still do it anyway.

I’m happy to defy the state
and take control of my own fate.
Because I don’t appreciate
being told I must obey
When I can see a better way
than that dictated by the state.

Sunday,09 January 2011
http: ’’ blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Im A Rebel

They say I wont make it to the top of the hill
Wont take the fruit of a tree
And evrybody says Im out for the kill
Theyre all laughing at me
Theyre all laughing at me
Im a rebel - rebel - dont you just know it
Im a rebel - rebel
And theyre all laughing at me
They say Im a danger to the public and all
I only wish they would see
Im just a product of a screwed up world - but theyre all
Theyre all laughing at me
But theyre all laughing at me
Im a rebel - rebel - dont you just know it
Im a rebel - rebel - dont you just know it
Im a rebel - rebel
But theyre all laughing at me
Never ever wash my old blue jeans
And brush the smile off my face
But still Im a member of the
Human race - human race - human race - human race
Im a rebel - rebel - dont you just know it
Im a rebel - rebel - dont you just know it
Im a rebel - rebel - dont you just know it
Im a rebel - rebel
And theyre all laughing at me
Im a rebel

song performed by by U. D. O.
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One Who Dares to Be The Maverick

The art of flying low...
Keeps the wings of one,
From becoming emotionally attached.
And scratches received,
Aren't cut deep to bleed.
A healing perceived...
And done,
Continues in a flight undetected.

One can land or choose to soar.
As long as the height of one's flight...
Is accepted as a temporary blindness,
That can be easily excused...
With a taste for nonconformity,
Expected.

And this is overlooked,
By those unaccustomed...
To take anyone serious enough,
To fly as high as they wish...
Without attracting attention,
To the ease of it!

Keeping such missions successfully gained.
And maintained...
With patience,
By the one who dares to be the maverick!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not On My Side Of Sanity

I'm expected to be in place,
For those that are inconsistent?
And unreliable too?
I don't think so.
I may live in that kind of environment.
But being part of it,
Is not my commitment.
I'm not loyal to anyone's agonies.

I'm expected to sit and listen,
To others who boo-hoo about their every pain?
And I'm suppose to remain attached,
While they stay uninvolved to play games?
I do 'not' think so.
Not on my side of sanity.
People like that I leave alone.
And stay as distant as I can be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rebel Son

Youre still young, still so sure
So determined you can find the cure
Youve always been the driven one
Speak your mind, rebel son
In your eyes, wildfires rage
You read between the lines on every page
Take your chances while youre young
Seek the truth, rebel son
Shatter the silence
Fill the night with your righteous defiance
While youve still got the will to run
*take your message to the street tonight -- rebel son
Theres a distant voice thats callin you --
Through the darkest night -- fight the fight -- rebel son
To yourself alone you must be true -- rebel son*
Stand your ground, against the tide
The proof of history is on your side
Fight the cause for everyone
Dare to dream -- rebel son
Shatter the silence
Fill the night with your righteous defiance
While youve still got the will to run
( * repeat)
In the dark, thunder in your heart
Cant you hear the sound and fury in the night
Feel the heat, rising from the street
Passion runs so deep
To match the fire in your eyes
( * repeat)

song performed by by Survivor
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Pieces Now Connecting

So happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.

Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
For me...
Would come to be.

I thought all troubles came to be expected.
And easily for me to accept.
I even thought my head was only made to ache.
And easily I accepted.
I thought my life was meant to fear,
And easily I accepted.
With a living in pain to gain...
To easily accept,
And...
To keep it near.

Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
Would come to be.
For me.

Yes so happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.

But now...
Perfectly for me to see.
And I feel deep,
Is a peace...
Within me as it's meant,
To be.

Oh so happy am I now to live,
What fits for me.
With pieces now connecting,
A peace that fits,
Perfectly intended as was meant,
To be.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lord, how easily we keep You responsible

Lord, how easily we keep You responsible
for every disaster hitting us on this apostate rebel earth
and still You see everything, every moment

that things decay into amok, how touching
we are seeking to a greater worthiness.
Lord, how easily we keep You responsible

and we never think properly,
we at times want to judge You according to our feelings
and still You see everything, every moment

where we act in aberration, at times totally without humanity,
act against other older people.
Lord, how easily we keep You responsible

as if the consequence of our choices and deeds are infectious from You,
to further send us to damnation, bring infection to everyone, even the elderly
and still You see everything, every moment

where we are suffering, are following You or are avoiding, every deed and glance,
where You look into the depths and to You nothing is at face value.
Lord, how easily we keep You responsible
for every disaster hitting us on this apostate rebel earth.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Ireland Shall Rebel

WHILE tyrants rule the land,
Beneath the Irish skies;
While e’er the iron hand
Upon our people lies;
While sons are driven forth
In other lands to dwell,
Still in the South and North
Old Ireland will rebel!
Rebel, rebel!
Old Ireland will rebel!

While fanlike from below,
And pale against the skies,
That light of shame—the glow
Of burning homes—shall rise;
While hot indignant tears
From Irish hearts shall swell:—
Be it a thousand years,
Old Ireland will rebel!
Rebel, rebel!
Old Ireland will rebel!

Until the tyrant’s rod
Shall broken be in twain,
And on the dear old sod
Blest freedom treads again;
Or till our masters learn
To rule our country well,
The fires of hate shall burn!—
Old Ireland will rebel!
Rebel, rebel!
Old Ireland will rebel!

poem by Henry Lawson
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Soul Rebel

[Bob Marley]
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
See the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hillside (ooh)
Not living good, yeah! - travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah); I've got work to do (ooh)
If you're not happy, children, then you must be blue
(must be blue, must be blue) people say:
People say:
I'm a rebel, let them talk;
Soul rebel: talk won't bother me.
I'm a capturer, that's what they say;
(Soul adventurer) Night and day
(I'm a rebel) I'm a rebel: soul rebel!
Do you hear them, Lippy?
(I'm a capturer) Gossip around the corner;
(Soul adventurer) How they adventure on me, y'all.
But see the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hill side (ooh);
Not living good, travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah);
I've got work to do
(ooh-ooh; must be blue, must be blue, must be blue).
If you're not happy,
You must be blue.
I'm a rebel (ooh-ooh):
Soul rebel;
I'm a capturer (ooh-ooh):
soul adventurer. Do you hear me?
I'm a rebel, rebel in the morning;
(soul rebel) rebel at midday time.

song performed by by Bob Marley
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I Find It Hard To Say

[Lauryn Hill Talking]
...I've written it about the whole Amadou Diallo situation...
...It was such a hot time in the city at that point, I was afraid that if I
put the record out, people would Misunderstand what I meant by "Rebel" and
they just take it to the streets...
[One and only verse]
Ok, yeah, alright...
I find it hard to say, that everything is alright
Don't look at me that way, like everything is alright
Cuz my own eyes can see, through all your false pretenses
But what you fail to see, is all the consequences
You think our lives are cheap, and easy to be wasted
As history repeats, so foul you can taste it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
His life so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
Fret not thyself I say, against these laws of man
Cuz like the Bible says, His blood is on their hands
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say, is rebel
While today is still today, choose well
And what I gotta say, is rebel, it can't go down this way
Choose well, choose well, choose well...
...choose well, choose well, choose well
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives are so incomplete, and nothing, and no one, can replace it
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
Is rebel... rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Repent, the day is far too spent, rebel... rebel!
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up...
Wake up and rebel
We must destroy in order to rebuild
Wake up, you might as well
Oh are you... oh are you satisfied
Oh are you satisfied
Rebel... ohhh rebel
Why don't you rebel, why don't you rebel?
Why don't you rebel?
I'm fading myself down now...

song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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Acceptance of Limitation

An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.

It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.

Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.

This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.

A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These small shows were decidedly a success. The exhibitions were not too large to be seen easily. It was not an effort, as larger collections of pictures usually are.

quote by Childe Hassam
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When The Moon Is Full

One relationship influenced by the opinions of outsiders,
Who should not be involved...
Can be considered headed for a dissolving movement quick.
Unless, of course...
There is an attachment to one argumentative,
Who supplies an addictive elixir...
Providing one's fix felt to be needed as often as wished.

Therefore...
A relationship such as this one regularly displayed publicly,
Is more likely much closer than those heard...
Breaking windows and slamming doors without notification,
By those seen chasing one another butt naked...
To awaken snoring neighbors after midnight!
AND when the Moon is full!

'WHY can't they be like the rest of us?
I don't understand why the authorities,
Do not consider this domestic violence.'

~Because you're the only one that complains.
The other neighbors are sitting outside on their lawn chairs.
As if entertained and had expected this.
You...
On the other hand,
Always complain AFTER the incident.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instead, there were a variety of controls of which some could be influenced by bankers, some could be influenced by the government, and some could hardly be influenced by either.

quote by Carroll Quigley
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