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Hollow Content

A delusional unfortunate misuse of power,
Has stunning affects on reality...
At first capturing denial.
In private sessions confessed.
Seething tempers in confusion,
Awakens distrust...
And scambles those to seek,
Strategies to calm the storm!
Ships rock in tempestuous seas!
And weapons used to stop controlled conflicts...
Are as effective as speech is without sincerety,
And hollow content!
Bravery mentioned can not be sustained,
With commanders at odds!
And chaos fragments communication,
Amongst those unfamiliar with its purpose...
In cultures where soft drinks and diets
Are not suitable replacements,
For those whose appetites hunger for blood...
And wounded flesh!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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South Of Heaven

An Unforseen Future
Nestled Somewhere In Time
Unsuspecting Victims
No Warnings, No Signs
Judgment Day The Second Coming Arrives
Before You See The Light You Must Die.
Forgotten Children, Conform A New Faith
Avidity And Lust Controlled By Hate
Never Ending Search For Your Shattered Sanity
Souls Of Damnation In Their Own Reality
Chaos Rampant
An Age Of Distrust
Confrontations
Impulsive Sabbath
Bastard Sons Bagat Your Cunting Daughters
Promiscuous Mothers With Incestuous Fathers
Engreat Souls Condemned For Eternity
Sustained By Immoral Observance A Domineering Deity
Chaos Rampant
An Age Of Distrust
Confrontations
Impulsive Sabbath
On And On, South Of Heaven
Lead - King
The Root Of All Evil Is The Hear Of A Black Soul
A Force That Has Lived All Eternity
A Never Ending Search For A Truth Never Told
The Loss Of All Hope And Your Dignity
Chaos Rampant
An Age Of Distrust
Confrontations
Impulsive Habitat
On And On, South Of Heaven
Lead - Hanneman

song performed by by Deftones
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Blood Too Hot

I came all around the world just to be with you
Ive been flying supersonic, between black and blue
I promised I'd be there
And now I'm here and I won't go
Before I give you everything I've got
You left everything behind, just to feel that touch
To join the family of spiders. really means so much
There's a storm up in the air
It's the power we all share
When it runs through our flesh and blood
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me
I came all around the world, like on flying wings
To hear you screaming out for more, still means everything
Raise your hands up in the air
I swear to you that I'II be there
I swear it, in the name of rock
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me

song performed by by Scorpions
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Phenomenons Studied

Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.

Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.

Mysteries lived to exist,
Are...
Phenomenons never undone.
And,
The more they're probed confusion sits.
Because we don't see us a part of this.

Why are we here to be neighbors?
With confusion that we can't resist.
Why can't we accept our differences?
Without trying to end conflicts.
Why the fighting to exist...
In a peacefulness ruled by one fist.

Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.

Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.

And why are obelisks ignored?
Why are they there and who are they for?
What is that energy they feed?
And what is it that we can't see?
What is the purpose and the need?

Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.

Mysteries lived to exist,
Are...
Phenomenons never undone.
And,
The more they're probed confusion sits.
Because we don't see us a part of this.

What blind eye has to open?
To fix what has been broken.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Never Too Late

An influence not received,
By young children unfamiliar with discipline...
In their most impressionable and growing up years,
Is almost impossible to prioritize.
Especially when those disguises,
Have been tried on and adorned.

Listening to a lecture delivered by either mom or dad,
When a sitting behind prison bars...
Has been an effective sentence given.
Aspects then mentioned about moral values...
And the benefits of maintaining good sportsmanship,
Is about as meaningful with content...
As dangling a steak in front of a starving dog.

What purpose is a lesson to teach...
To captivate with imagination,
If the classroom has been long cleared of its students?
And every avenue to one's learning process,
Has been padlocked.

Those who argue it's never too late,
To initiate the implementation of an investment...
With the expectation of dividends,
That will benefit handsomely the lives of their children?
Well...
Not to be perceived as a pessimist,
There are those times when one waits much too long...
To get an effective message across.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Abandonment Done To A Randomness

With an increased abandonment done,
To a randomness...
Specific issues are addressed,
And pursued...
In a more seriousness now confessed,
That subdues.

And what had been taken for granted,
Is now inspected for content to digest.
With many finding themselves less subjected,
To the impressions of self importance once kept.

And finding more that their interests are focused,
On the prevention of hunger and homelessness.
Since those finding themselves jobless,
Witness the degrading affects of effective disrespect.
That seems to have jeopardize their own footsteps.

And for reasons felt upfront and personal...
This is not acceptable!
With no place in Africa to go back to...
To feel or renew a familiarity.

'If you don't like it here,
Why don't you go back to...'

I get it, I get it, I get it!
Rub it in...
Why don't you?
You don't give us any slack!

'Oh...
Was that one of your investments given? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Such An Actor

You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?

'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '

If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.

'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '

You should.

'And why is that? '

It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.

'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'

You are such an actor.

'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'

And what does that mean?

'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.

Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.

'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '

Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.

'And hollow of any sign of content.'

Yep. You are out of touch.

'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferred Distractions

If you have recently discovered,
You have become one of many people...
Who have awakened to ask,
'What is going on? '
And you are dismayed and distraught by it?
Why concern yourself with the facts of life now?

Crawl back into your shell.
Denial hasn't kept you from redecorating.
And those in denial always find a way,
To address their beliefs to keep themselves...
In preferred distractions to attract whatever it is,
They stubbornly keep intact as a reality kept protected.

And who has the right to say,
A reality that affects the lives of everyone...
Is a reality everyone 'should' accept and MUST face?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remedy of Existing Conflicts

This space we call reality...
Was not intended to be controlled,
By those who believe a 'oneness' THEY hold!
Like a cancer spreading to kill living cells,
There is a remedy of existing conflicts,
They now see closing in upon them as well.
From a 'hell' manufactured.

They seek hopelessly to find a cure!
However...
They have exposed themselves as encapable
Of using any knowledge
For curing their taste to conquer and rule!
Clueless they are as to what makes heat hotter.

They've enjoyed for too long,
Producing the weapons...
To watch the build up of increasing flames!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Biggest Disaster

What 'is' unfortunate?
The capitalization of the word DENIAL.
And the tremendous affect the act of it,
Has had on the millions of those who have been shown...
A protection from truth will produce for them a reality.
And a denial pursued is what all should do!

However,
In the doing...
Denial 'now' has become too huge of a magnitude,
To disregard...
As the biggest disaster ever allowed to be created,
Humanity has come to face!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Damning Her Part1

you watch her intently
your eyes bore into her flesh
you note how she moves
with grace to her sway
she tempts you like no other

you like what you see
her soft olive flesh, envy green eyes
long brunnette tresses
she flows with young blood

you're hungry and you need to feed
but which hunger enslaves you more,
your blood lust or you're other lust?
confusion has its hold

you've made up your mind
you'll hunt her tonight
stalk her as she walks home

all the while unsuspecting...

poem by Guarded Heart
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...

beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,

presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus

but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose

but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,

and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,

the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us

look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt

that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be

right now, but is this really so?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There's A Thing Of Blue

that lives apart
no touch can bruise
its holiness heart
it's thought of in heaven
a beautiful sight
when lines break even
odds end up in scratches
the lightning on the palm
that each freedom matches
finds its purpose calm
beautiful hand outreach
and a soft voice a final speech

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Need is a sturdy tabernacle

The pockmarked yellow moon
falls through the evergreens
through slender arms
along the still boulevard
driving in a trance
the fragments of music
burst in and out of conciousness
I wonder as the world awakens
in a rising storm of purpose
how many of us are at
the breaking point
how many of us have only begun
the fight of their lives?

poem by George Murdock
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Why Does All This Chaos Exist

Do you know what its like?
Living in a multi-culture society

You have cultures saying they are better than yours
You have people bickering amongst themselves

You have religions saying
Your God is not real but ours is…

The confusion drives people insane
Why do humans do this to themselves?

Why does all this Chaos Exist?

Can anyone tell me why?
Because it's like a never ending cycle
Of chaos and hate

I was asked if I should speak
Or share what I think
About this confusion that exists in this world

I say what I mean
I express what I feel

I use to hide all that
Not anymore not for me

Its just the way that I feel

poem by Kaila George
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Credited Gluttony

Well,
The popularity of tea parties,
Seem to be dipping a little bit.
The reality of what needs to be fixed,
Has more to do with sacrifice.
And sipping on this...
More are admitting,
They had been in denial...
With delusional visions,
They had wish to keep revisited.

But the one who sees what is needed ahead,
Has made attempts to feed responsibility...
To everyone instead.
And since true leadership few had been exposed,
Many believed delusions fed...
Would never cause them to overdose.

Well,
The popularity of tea parties,
Seem to be dipping a little bit.
The reality of what needs to be fixed,
Has more to do with sacrifice.
And sipping on this...
More are admitting,
They had been in denial...
With delusional visions,
They had wish to keep revisited.
And this...
Will no longer appease,
Those caring less about fulfilling fantasies.

The piper plucked,
Now wishes to be paid.
Not in promises...
But in 'bucks'!
To close a widening gap...
That credited gluttony has yet to slow up!
Especially from those,
With opened mouths and swelling guts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The ten commandments of communication

The ten commandments of communication

Verify your ideas before clarification, as to whether the contents of your
communication will really serve the purpose of your communication. Consult others, where appropriate, the communication plan. This will help you decide the audience-based right content, flow, duration and location.

Make clear to the audience the true purpose of communication. Make it known to the audience as to what you want them to do after receiving the inputs from you. It can be just an act, can be an attitudinal change, can be drawing a strategy or plan of action.

Ensure you are in the right set of environment for the communication.
Communication is not effected just by words and gestures, but also by the quality of place where you communicate.

Take into confidence your audience. Encourage them to come out with their experience in the subject of communication. Accordingly polish your ways.

Be sure where to emphasize and where to dilute. Check yourself the
overtones and emphasis on messages conveyed, as audience may not notice.

Avoid being theoretical all through. Give practical examples. Enthuse
audience to come out with problems, connected with the subject and offer, if possible, practical solutions.

Follow up with what you communicate. Ensure audience is with you through the entire communication. Give no impression that you are evaluating their ability to absorb.

Demonstrate that you practice what you preach. Your past experiences may come handy.

Communicate for tomorrow, based on previous learning, enabling the audience visualize new horizons on the subject of communication.

Last, but not the least, seek not to be understood, but to understand. Be a good listener too.

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Purpose That Remains Effective

Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.

All three appear to be totally distanced,
From anything decided to be concrete.
And the ones who claim they know what it takes,
To eliminate today's confusion...
Are said to have answers to bring relief.

Although...
It could be debated,
That those deluded have found a solution...
To permanently confuse reality for all.
And with a purpose that remains effective,
Few can honestly say a success has not been achieved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We scientists, whose tragic destiny it has been to make the methods of annihilation ever more gruesome and more effective, must consider it our solemn and transcendent duty to do all in our power in preventing these weapons from being used for the brutal purpose for which they were invented.

quote by Albert Einstein
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Opened Eyes

Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.

Even in the midst of chaos and conflicts
They believe this is not their world affected.
Sadness sits on their shoulders like boulders...
And still a resistance they hold has gotten older!

They camouflage their tears...
In denial and covered ears!

Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.

And today...
Opened eyes will help those survive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet to J.L. #1

I wonder why your ships are painted green
While ours are gray? I’ve heard some sailors say
That swift ships, camouflaged, can move unseen
Against the sea. Strange, though, it’s always cold gray
Winter’s sea that we anticipate.
I think perhaps you’re wiser with your green.
It is as though you mean to imitate
The warmer, friendlier seas that lie between
The tropics. I wonder, could it be
Your ships are prayers, . their paint a subtle way
To challenge God to grant a happier sea
Than we’d expect in our dour ships of gray?
If so, I pray that God hears your green prayer
And sends you always green seas, calm and fair.

poem by S.J. Fulton
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