Hoping He Does Not Win
I am hoping he does not win.
He is much too good for them.
Let them continue to protest.
Stirring up division and racial unrest.
They've created their own unhappiness.
Why should he stick his neck out...
To help them rebuild their nests,
They have set,
Themselves...
To flames!
Alone.
And if he should win...
They would dump their crap on him.
Because that is what they do!
In everything done,
That they have ever pursued.
People who know this...
Know that is true.
Exchanging blame...
With accusations and false claims.
That is what they do best!
Let them clean up their own mess.
He has proven himself to be qualified.
But they should not be the ones,
On his back to ride!
They have created their own downslide...
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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HEY? Are You Conscious?
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
And you sit there with a list of accusations?
Hoping someone will erase your frustrations?
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
'HEY?
Are you conscious? '
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laws
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Step Up From Imbecile
He has yet to be sworn into office.
And already they are attempting,
To hold him accountable for the affects
Of their self inflicted ills.
Like children who break their own toys...
Screaming to find someone else to blame.
And wasting time to make claims for their blunders.
With expectations to have their wishes fix,
Their selfish temper tantrum fits!
Yes he has much to do and get done quick!
Without the benefit of a magic wand,
To do the trick.
But he is the one qualified to do his best.
Since the mess he has inherited...
Has been created by others,
Who have yet to confess...
Their complete and total ineptness!
And calling them that...
Would be a step up from imbecile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Submitted by .eve.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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It Is Time To Take Responsibility
It is time to take responsibility.
And stop blaming those,
Who created such a monumental mess.
~This we agree.
But those who protest our forward steps,
Just happen to be the very same people...
Who wish us not to succeed.
They want others to believe...
Their incompetence is missed.
And those choosing to ignore them,
And their pretensiousness...
Need to be convinced.
With a powerful blockading obstructing facts.
By a showing of their ignorance...
That keeps a stagnation intact.~
It is time to take responsibility.
And stop blaming those,
Who created such a monumental mess.
~Have you come forward to confess?
Or are you joining us to have this addressed?
Let me dropp this clue on you...
Most of us came out of the womb prepared.
And not to dance like Fred Astaire.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burning Question
Do you believe there is a God?
and if you do pray tell me why.
Myself I find it rather odd.
I do believe I would reply.
I do believe I have no doubt
Though I cannot prove it’s so.
Despite the stories told about
God. Nobody seems to really know.
If God created man or he
created God so he would be
a whipping boy who we could blame
or pour out blessings on his name.
When everything goes right for us.
Does God exist omnipotent?
And do we make him furious
because we’re always discontent.
And if you do can you explain
why God created bad and good
and why must we experience pain.
You cannot I didn’t think you could.
29-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Qualified
I got a beat up piece of paper - It's a message from a king
He says - I got to get you out of here
He say - I got to let you in
'Cos I've been down the darkest road there is - I've seen the other side
I got a licence to go - Straight through your pain
Ain't no big deal - 'Cos I'm qualified - Yeah I'm qualified
Qualified in fear and pain - I'm qualified in lies and shame
I'm qualified with a broken heart
You knock me down - I get back up again
'Cos' I'm qualified
I'm qualified - To get your love
I'm qualified - To know what you're thinking of
I'm qualified - in broken dreams
I can save you from where you've been
'Cos I'm qualified
I'm qualified to make you smile
I'm qualified to save your pain
Qualified to give a real good time
Qualified to make your sun shine
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Piece Of Crap (Eddie Vedder & Ministry) (White Label Demo)
Neil Young) (various dates)
Tried to save the trees, bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out, it was a piece 'a crap...piece of crap...
Wanted an LP, only had CD's
Digitally clean, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Bought myself a can, thought it'd take me far
The dealer was a liar, he was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Got it from my friend, on him you can depend
I found out in the end, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I'm trying to save the trees, I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down to build a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Picked up a magazine to read about the scene
It didn't tell me beans, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I went back to the store, they gave me four more
The guy told me at the door it was a piece of crap...
It was a piece of crap
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Quality and Choice Used For the Safety Net
Should people of greed,
Be thrown a lifeline?
When their digressions and selfishness,
Created their own suffering...
From a gluttony that brought upon them regret.
Should those who oppose,
Keep their mouths closed?
While the government prioritizes,
Their selectiveness.
With a tremendous concentration...
That helps relieve their overwhelming debt!
Should those be expected to endure familiar neglect?
To protect the sticky fingers of such blatant theft.
As the needs of the already weakened,
Are push aside!
While a few who created this downslide...
Discuss and choose amongst themselves,
The quality and choice used for the safety net!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Substandard Programming
And God created
a perfect world.
And it was good
so good etc etc etc.
And God created
man in his own image.
And nothings
ever been good since.
And was this
God’s First Mistake?
No Satan had already been created
an angel then known by another name.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If religion had a good purpose, then man would have created something great. But we're man: we mess up everything. We mess up nature. We mess up God. We take what is given to us and make it into what we think it should be.
quote by Ziggy Marley
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Falling Apart
They are falling apart.
Greed has split them into pieces.
Palms greased in stench,
Leaves their sleazed fingerprints.
And those who fed upon decadence bleed...
Themselves,
In public declarations...
With a united front and schemes,
Crumbling at the seams.
They are falling apart.
Faster than a hyped staged production,
With actors cast...
In a performance the audience wish would end fast.
'This is crap! This is trash! '
And everyone observing knows it.
Except the one who directs.
As those who have become angered by lost investments...
Wait in the wings heated,
And with one noose!
To slip and squeeze around the deceiver's neck!
They are falling apart and quite upset!
A fool they have followed,
Now brings them deep regret.
Yet they were the ones...
All of them together.
In total acceptance.
When the plot was initialized...
But not realizing the mess,
That had already infested their nest.
By selecting someone,
They have come to detest.
They are falling apart.
It is being shown and confessed.
But these crimes committed should not be forgiven.
Save the energy of protest.
These demons should be arrested for treason!
Just for creating terrorists and inciting racial unrest.
'Look! Up in the sky.
What is that? '
That's another thing to be discussed.
They've been monitoring this for years.
It is going to be difficult...
But keep your focus,
On one reality at a time.
They are here to provide maintenance,
If you must know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Hindsight
First they declared,
He was too inexperienced.
Now they seek his opinions.
After the election he has won.
He has proven his brilliance stuns!
And yet...
He remains courteous,
To a leader...
Eight years ago,
The public it is said...
Had picked.
Now they all wish,
He disappears and quick.
Because those who are...
And had been conscious of it,
And tricked.
Are wishing to erase...
A disgrace that exists.
Like a haunting that remains,
In their minds they can't evict!
They can no longer fake,
An expression of false pride!
An incompetent leadership...
Not only has created damaging affects,
But an ignorance has presented them all...
With gloomy faces and a mess!
To clean up.
But with no time left to perfect.
And they wish in hindsight...
A greed enjoyed,
They now could hide!
Or...
From it step aside!
And with a baited breath,
Nervously kept!
For them the anticipation,
Feels much like a slow death!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfamiliar With It
The most difficult thing to do,
For one in a leadership position...
And is capable to lead,
Is to show an accountability witnessed...
But not from this one is it believed!
With aptitude to accept responsibility.
And the people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
They denounce the ability of this leader.
Since he performing duties of one...
They had never before seen.
So assured of himself...
They feel demeaned.
Incredible!
And they are stunned.
The people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
Especially coming from someone,
Labelled 'this one'.
And believe they do with false perceptions,
A true leader should be waving a magic wand.
Since then from them...
All their troubles would be gone.
And the one chosen in their hour of need...
Has not proven worthy,
To produce the magic they expect.
Not the magic they perceive.
So blame and accuse him they do,
For being human too!
Having his feet to get wet.
And not showing a sign,
Of being able to walk on water.
They turn their backs on him to shun in regret.
This has left them disgruntled and vocally upset!
They protest his leadership.
With claims he doesn't represent what they should get!
And he knows if he should leave...
They would be left to profusely bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When God created us all, We were not left alone
it is true and i agree completely
when God created us all
we were not left alone
he created the rivers and the seas
to tell us that we must flow and be deep
and be wide with compassion
he created the skies that we may always
look up to the wide expanse of this
unfathomable love, this universe
he created the earth where our fellowmen live
so we all become coals hot with cinders
unsegregated from the fires that burn
within us, lest we become cold and nothing
but ash, blown by the wind and then forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ode to God
HE created the sky
to protect us...
HE created the Sun
to warm our souls...
HE created the stars
to follow our dreams...
HE created the moon for us,
not to get lost,
and to illuminate
the road to...HIM!
poem by Viorel Vintila
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Too Familiar Stitch
There are people everyday,
Who make false claims.
Putting the blame for something done,
On someone else.
To then pretend their complete innocence.
A pattern develops.
And this is witnessed.
With false claims made to damage others...
Eventually admitted.
After a pattern sewn...
Shows a too familiar stitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heaven Created The Galaxies
Heaven created the galaxies and the stars
Heaven created who you are.
Heaven created all that you see
even the emptiness in you in me.
Heaven created from thought form
heaven created the electric storm.
Heaven created you and me
so that we could create to
to bring joy and glee.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012
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With Efforts In Effect
With efforts in effect,
To depict others as failures...
And incompetent by decisions made.
They themselves display utter ignorance.
And too stubborn they are to see through,
Their own self destruction they foolishly defend.
Unaccustomed to follow,
Those of true leadership...
They have generated a wealth,
Of divisive unending conflicts that persist.
And on the sidelines they protest,
An unrest that has increased their own unhappiness.
Now they rely on accusations,
Directed to those who knew then what had been best.
Saying they show them less empathy...
When today calls for unity is what they wish and need.
But many who had been shunned and ostracized...
Have lost an interest no longer practiced or exercised.
'Why have you NOW changed your mind? '
~Is there a smile on my face?
I discovered it when I found peace sublime.
And more of it I am focused to find.
My mind is no longer in confusion.
Nor will I allow it to be abused,
For you to use to waste my time.
I suffer through those moments...
No more! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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