Guilt Rides Attached To The Backs
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
The very ones who find time to solicit others,
To betray without delay a doing done to charade.
For purposes to see others fail they do this.
To only discover there is no escaping from their tricks.
Or erase every evil and heartbreak they have created...
Placed undeserving on someone's path.
With an infliction of mistreatment.
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
And nothing can or will ever repay,
For the suffering they have caused and intentionally done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mallerizers
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
When times were basic and simple,
With little being processed to digest...
To maximize the wasting of time.
People seem to have had enjoyable lives.
And healthy mentalities then.
And then the onslaught of quickness was introduced.
Sleaze and the filth of it and the convenience of fast food.
Producing minds addicted to chemicals.
And remedies to affix new seductions with cures attached,
To match cravings that appeal to diagnosed ailments.
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
On all levels were 'mallerizers' who have been hypnotized shop!
Nagged and dragging in sight with them are their 'mallitites'.
Note:
Mallerizers? Those who habitually shop in malls.
Those in training? Mallitites. Children of the mallerizers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Stands By Her Son
He is a serial killer and awful things he has done
But his mother says he is not guilty and she stands by her son
A jury found him guilty but with their verdict she does not agree
She says my son is innocent i believe what he told me
That he did not murder those women the jury got it wrong
For him forty years in prison is forty years too long
For one completely innocent of any serious crime
The jury they erred badly they got it wrong this time
Though human blood and hair found on the bodies of the victims of foul play
According to the lab technicians did match his D N A
But there must have been a mix up and grieved am i to say
that for the crimes of some evil one my innocent son must pay
And all others say he is guilty she is the only one
To say that he is innocent she won't forsake her son.
poem by Francis Duggan
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From The Depths Of Deception
Those folks...
Still using the same tired tactics,
To portray themselves as victims...
As a result of deeds they've planted,
Discreetly.
To publicly appear innocent.
Can no longer hide...
Their mental illnesses in disguise.
Since a truth deceived...
Eventually emerges,
From the depths of deception!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tribute to Oliver Goldsmith
Tribute to O.Goldsmith
When a lovely woman stoops to folly
and finds too late that men betray.
What can cure her melancholy?
what can wash her guilt away?
Oliver Goldsmith
When a lovely woman stoops to folly
then she alone must bear the shame.
She had her fling but now by golly
she finds that she has lost the game.
And finds too late that men betray.
It was her choice she took her
her lust with no delay
and joined him in the oldest dance.
What can cure her melancholy?
Except perhaps a new affair
another essay into folly.
Has she the courage will she dare.
What can wash her guilt away?
She can pretend to innocence
What no one knows no one can say.
Her silence is her best defence.
18-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Taught To Hate
How many valued relationships,
Have been destroyed...
By those professing to be innocent,
As they depict themselves as victims.
How many are quick to listen,
To those who lie?
Unknowing the ones who do this...
Are seeking more attention yet deceive.
How many are easily duped,
To awaken to learn they have been fools?
And how many discover it is too late,
To appreciate the ones they have been taught to hate.
And...
How many of those who have been hated,
Have turned their backs...
On those who now each other attack?
And...
How many who attack each other like that,
Wish those they should have appreciated...
Returned to defend their backs.
And...
How many who have ever been backstabbed,
Feel honored they have been asked to defend...
Those who had betrayed them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Did Not Know!
If you sit and listen,
To those deranged.
You will leave them believing...
They are innocent of their misfit ways.
And they had nothing to do with,
A way of life that for all has decayed.
With halos adorning upon their heads.
And wings attached from their backs to spread.
If you sit and listen!
If you did not know!
If you thought of them victimized...
In a world they themselves did not bestow,
Their own love to feed and grow...
A decadence!
A decadence only they nurtured.
And allowed themselves to show!
If you sit and listen to them.
And...
If you did not know!
'What is that over there? '
~Oh...
Those are the two million people incarcerated.~
'How did that happen to them? '
~Who knows?
Perhaps that is what they chose.~
A government for the people,
And by the people!
Certain people...
That is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motives To Create Descension
There are those who have motives,
To create descension.
And find a way by slithering in,
To infect the ones unconscious...
Of their evil intentions believed innocent.
With a portraying of themselves as victims.
Ones who are confused and abused by others.
'I have no idea why I should be treated as such.
I've done absolutely nothing at all.
And I am baffled by this too!
Many know I 'show' love too much.'
There are those who have motives,
To upset that which is correct.
And then with their best masquerading done,
Pretend when discovered...
Of not knowing of their deceit.
To eventually destroy the efforts of those weak.
Who can not accept and believe how they've been used.
~I didn't believe they could be that way.~
Well...
Now you know.
~I didn't believe me they would betray.~
Well...
Now you know.
~It is too late for you and I to start,
Trusting each other from deep inside our hearts? ~
I doubt it.
If you didn't know me for who I am from the beginning...
What makes you think,
Your awakening for me is going to be a life changer?
You are the one who has been tricked.
I am not that kind of a fool.
~I didn't believe they could be that way.~
Well...
Now you know.
~I didn't believe me they would betray.~
Well...
Now you know,
Just how far others will go...
To pretend to be what they are not.
And a...
No offense.
But you're in my space.
Please get out of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Times Like These
At times like these who can say
This is right or that's the way?
Black seems white or is white gray?
And right was wrong the other day.
Once in vogue, it holds no sway.
To march, to march, but not to pray.
Rights are sought, but who will pay
The cost of duties they portray?
Fears and fights and friction may
Obscure our goals and cause delay.
Yet we must work and hold at bay
Forces of evil which will betray
Self and country when they bray
That rights and wrongs are both okay.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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A Shame
Sometimes we grow up with a lie
that we don’t know about,
then the lie bursts, and finally the truth comes out.
It is always the innocent victims
of the lie that get hurt,
never the propitiators of it.
The innocent ones who feel the guilt
when they have done nothing wrong.
They feel ashamed for something
they had no part in.
A dark cloud hangs over them
and questions torment their mind.
They feel the shame
that was never meant for them.
They want to forgive themselves.
Thinking if they had done something different
they might never feel this way.
There is nothing they could have done
the perpetrators of the lie had seen to that.
They can’t turn back the clock
to where it all began,
only try to move forward
and hope that it will never happen again to anyone
poem by David Harris
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Division Had Been Their Decision
For those who believe,
With ease they can excuse...
Every detail of their anger,
Physically enforced upon others...
With a hindsight now wished,
That a forgiveness not given...
From victims they've abused.
KKK, Nazi and skinhead reformers,
Now endorsing love and peace.
From an underground released,
To make public their appearances.
After actively in years increasing...
Racial tensions unleashed like beasts.
Division had been their decision...
To despise those innocent,
With defamation, murder and maim.
Now as guilt rides their consciousness...
In a disrobing of confessions.
Expressing regrets for their ugliness...
They are making attempts,
To re-invent their mental illnesses.
Finding God in prisons...
Or wherever these misfits sit!
For those who believe,
With ease they can excuse...
Every detail of their anger,
Physically enforced upon others...
With a hindsight now wished,
That a forgiveness not given...
From victims they've abused.
Only God has that power.
And it's God who will devour them...
Whether they masquerade in hopeless fear.
Or wish to erase their sins to clear...
Their souls to enter a Kingdom.
A Kingdom lost souls can not smear.
A Kingdom that comes and is near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poor Children Of Iraq
They've never harmed anybody so why are they under attack
Born in the wrong Land at the wrong time the poor children of Iraq
For the crimes of other people why must they be made to pay
They are the innocent victims and why do it have to be this way?
Poor children are made to suffer pawns of a deadly war game
Left to live with horrific injuries this is to all of our shame
They have been robbed of a future war is so very unfair
Damage done to the minds of children in war zones time will not even repair,
Innocent Iraqi war children they deserve better than this
Why deprive them of a future rob them of any chance of happiness
Mothers weep for their dead and injured children war is a terrible thing
Though ballads of famous war victories the balladeers well may sing
But who will sing of the innocent war victims of every bombing and terrorist attack
Like the poor children living in war zones the innocent kids of Iraq.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Victims No More
Victims No more on this Mother Earth,
No More killing of her
people, animals, mammals, fish and birds,
to them she has given birth.
Yes, victims no more,
For all of us as one,
what you do unto the innocent
with your weapons,
has devastating repercussions.
From a standpoint of victims you make us your slaves,
bringing all of us to an early grave.
No Victims of the Sea,
the sea creatures are meant to have a destiny,
and swim in an ocean that is clean.
No one is here to have their homes taken away from them,
be it through pollution of oil from which it stems.
This oil drilling has to end.
So put down your weapons.
Copyright 2010 Christina Surnise
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Victims No More
Victims No more on this Mother Earth,
No More killing of her
people, animals, mammals, fish and birds,
to them she has given birth.
Yes, victims no more,
For all of us as one,
what you do unto the innocent
with your weapons,
has devastating repercussions.
From a standpoint of victims you make us your slaves,
bringing all of us to an early grave.
No Victims of the Sea,
the sea creatures are meant to have a destiny,
and swim in an ocean that is clean.
No one is here to have their homes taken away from them,
be it through pollution of oil from which it stems.
This oil drilling has to end.
So put down your weapons.
Copyright 2010 Christina Surnise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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My Worth I Already Know
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
I know my feet are planted steadily,
On the ground.
With other clowns!
In pretense.
That this circus lived...
Strains from decadence.
And cheerful smiles,
Should be passed around.
Even if one is feeling down.
No!
Uh-huh.
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
No!
Uh-huh.
No plastic mask,
Will I snap on fast.
Just to convey...
Others find me 'okay'.
No!
Uh-huh.
Not me.
I'm not willing to release my peace...
To gain that kind of entry!
Not to pay a fee,
To be found worthy.
My worth...
I already know!
And it is freed of masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The End
Everyday and in many ways,
Our lives lived is another test to pass.
Like a taking of a quiz.
With answers heard that are daily given,
For a patience to wait to escape from reality.
And every few years people solicit...
With expensive campaigns,
In the supporting of a leader politcally correct...
Who will correct those sorrows and pains,
To remain us all who benefits and gains.
And in the end,
We get more accustomed...
To the bending of our backs,
With complaints of who is not delivering...
That accepted touch that does not affect delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consequences to Pay
All of it is connected to the whole.
And those who have focused their attention,
On obtaining pieces of greed...
To leave others to feed on crumbs,
Will find today...
They wished they had nibble along the way.
Instead of devouring themselves into hunger!
Without teaching all to develop moderate appetites.
Some lessons taught may not be pleasing to receive...
However,
The pain left by the breeding of ignorance...
Has its consequences to pay!
And acts of gluttony,
Often introduces realities of suffering...
Attached to remorse.
With many searching ways...
To uncover resources,
To supply the basicness of their needs.
Found to be lost in a sea of grief!
With justification a meaningless deed to seek.
'Gee! Can you say that another way? '
Sure!
How about...
Dusty shelves and barren cupboards?
With a stubbornness attached to empty stomachs.
Were you looking for rhyme?
Or reason?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocent World
I used to live in an innocent world
I had a car and a pretty blond girlfriend
We was too young to know what we were doing
And anyway I was just fooling around
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
There aint no reason to tell no lie
When youre young and youve got a lot of pie
Now I slink around like a killer
The things they say are just a lot of filler
In my mind, in my mind
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Running, laughing in the sun
And always having lots of fun
Smoking dope and just being young
In my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
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Song From 'The Vicar Of Wakefield
WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is -- to die.
poem by Oliver Goldsmith
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The Puppeteer
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
It is still the cost is on our shoulders.
Leader of nothing.
With words of speeches that have no meaning.
They fell for it hook line and sinker.
Now it is time to pull off the shroud.
Show them the monster I really am.
Satan aint got sh! * on him.
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
They say we love him.
But it was his false claims and ideas.
Given up as soon as he got in.
A solution to a problem we created.
How come now we feel so jaded.
We were once again manipulated.
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
Promise broken, dreams stolen.
All by this man who rides in on a white horse.
He looks promising lets keep him for another term.
Oh where do we sign.
He says there on the dotted lines.
He claims he's the ender of all suffering.
And I say I haven't seen this yet.
I feel so abandon by this master.
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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