How Conformity Is Achieved
Take an abnormal way of life,
And hype it as accepted.
Ensure every aspect of it...
Is praised for its ways and acclaimed.
Take those who do not fit,
This picture of twisted mental bliss...
And defame them as misfits.
With an announcement made of this.
And that's how conformity is achieved.
With a maddening insanity,
Increasingly projected.
Respected and received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suffering An Action
An announcement follows an action of dire strength,
The maddening relief has made guns and rifles.
Your hand rejects the firing of men, the whole band of skills,
Then finally a singing and tiring song mastered itself.
May the relish of dancing be made to suffer,
Must we decide how to fail and sadly act?
The announcement of my soul is like the proclamations
Too immediate, too final;
An auction has been committed, finally in the back of the neck,
Justifying my presence and all types of people.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Define insanity, define me
'A spectrum of behaviours characterised by
certain abnormal mental or behavioural patterns
that may manifest as violation of societal norms
including becoming a danger to themselves and others or
nowadays denoting mental instability'
Hey! wiki define abnormal, because I don't understand
Tell me who decides societal norms, cause I didn't contribute to them
Let me be dangerous, let me be myself
The stability of whom should I look at?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
Take me out of this dream, I can't catch the reality
lead me through this wet fog, guide me home
all my senses are enhanced when
I'm abandoned to your memory
Borderline attitude of being nervous, occasionally anguished
a stormy spirit supposedly calm, a balance quite disturbed
people are arrogant with strange guys
people are scared about non-linear minds
are you among them?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Have Our Separate Cravings
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
When one is outspoken with it
Most people are still in hiding,
Protected by the comforts of denial.
And this has to be respected for what it is.
Some are born to follow.
Preferring to remain,
Collectors of a shallowness.
With a sharing of it that can be borrowed.
It is easy to have peace of mind,
For one who finally finds...
And discovers a wish for it,
To be with them all the time.
Others are accustomed to be led.
This gives them a reason,
To complain and have an axe to grind.
And 'if' this should satisfy...
Let them have their favorite torments wished.
We all have our separate cravings.
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
And that's okay...
To come unassuming,
And to leave that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Given A Chance To Happen
It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
Were regarded as friends.
And not threats to suspect of wanting,
To flaunt special attention given.
It would have made a difference,
If those who had nothing...
Accepted someone with something to give,
As a benefit to the environment.
With an advantage for all.
Instead of someone to ignore...
Defaming with a smearing campaign,
In a hope to see them fall.
It would have made a difference,
To the ones who now...
Have surrounded themselves,
In surmounting conflicts...
Creating their mental and physical ailments.
It would have made a difference,
If mindsets were connected...
To a discipline respected.
It would have made a difference,
But that difference...
Was never given a chance to happen.
It would have made a difference,
If opportunities presented...
Were recognized.
It would have made the difference!
But it didn't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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Until Suitable Rescue Has Been Achieved
Okay!
So it is 'not' quicksand!
'No.
And this is my interpretation...
It is a de-elevation,
Of a resettling horizon.
And the vertical descending,
Is to keep one's faith...
In the restoration of hope.
And any observation to the contrary...
Is to be ignored until suitable rescue has been achieved.'
Should I make that announcement 'now'?
Or when suitable rescue has been achieved?
'It is still too premature to assess the situation.
Let's get to the bottom of this first,
Before any decision is made that may be cause for alarm.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twisted matter
Twisted faces, twisted emotions,
Twisted past, twisted present,
Twisted future, twisted hopes
Twisted preaching, twisted action,
Twisted truth, twisted lie,
Everything is twisted and twisted,
O Lord, where is thy twist?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Abnormal
One who has lived a life protected,
With an encouragement...
To fear the making of mistakes.
Is destined to live an insecure existence.
With drama to traumatize on a daily basis.
They have been conditioned,
To perceive those who live their lives...
As they wish,
To be the ones abnormal.
With mental issues left to go unaddressed.
Although,
Those depicted as being 'abnormal'...
Are less inclined to be found,
Passing judgement on others as seen all around...
From a self righteous point of view pursued with conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Throughout Documented History
Those who provoke racism,
Feel comfortable amongst themselves...
To poke jokes at the workplace,
To make those who are not represented in numbers...
Feel uncomfortable and out of place,
As they make substandard wages.
To say that these insecurities do not exist...
Is to say Al Jolson didn't carve a career,
From painting his face black.
And outline his eyes and lips...
Bright and white,
To make fun of those he believed defenseless.
And this was loved and regarded as 'entertainment'...
At 'all' Negro's expense.
The minds of those evil have not changed.
And the wickedness of their ways have remain the same.
However...
What can be claimed as tempers inflame?
Is a significant eroding of a quality of life.
Inflicted by those who will never admit shame...
For misdeeds they have clearly done,
To defame and maim one's mental health!
If seen before the treatment of projected 'sweetenings'...
Throughout documented history.
And only done...
As observed,
To achieve their own demise.
Coming to a racist near you to view!
'Oh, I see!
And where are you from? '
My observations began to root and ferment,
In the State of Connecticut.
I hope I had not made that obvious.
In the year 2010,
It seems racism is an acronym for jackass!
Or a donkey with elephant ideals forgotten.
Whatever the losing affiliation one wishes to choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you hype something and it succeeds, you're a genius - it wasn't a hype. If you hype it and it fails, then it was just a hype.
quote by Neil Bogart
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Based In Demonic Ways
If you are not playing sports...
Get out.
If you are not attending school,
On a scholarship.
Get out.
Visit but do not stay.
Those who give...
Are the least respected.
And that is projected in the atmosphere.
The people sit in dens of sins and wickedness.
And those in control,
Have done their best...
To protect the wishes of their ancestors.
Those who lie, cheated and stoled!
If you are young...
Have fun!
And get out.
Those too old in their minds...
Have been confined!
A sniffing dog will not find life lived wholesomely!
Not within the boundaries.
Not from these folks.
With traditions based in demonic ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've learnt and I just want to be respected for what I've achieved on the pitch. I know I haven't achieved much off it but I do know I've given pleasure to people watching me play football over the years.
quote by Paul Gascoigne
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Showpiece
Yo, I don't appreciate you telling me the way that I should live
No, I think the choices you've laid out for me, the end is negative
So, take all your imagery and ideology, yes I'll be fine
When you go, I'd rather not display my physical I'd rather use my mind
You act like all I am to be is, just a sexy, sexy thing
Just a showpiece for all to see like a Bently or your diamond ring
I know that I am more than that (don't believe the hype)
The One who made the stars and sun gave meaning to my life
Ohhh, I don't need you to define my b-e-a-u-t-y
I'd rather draw the line
Ohhh, I don't need you on my team, what you've selling is a pipe dream
And I don't need it baby
Hey! It seems a shame to me I've been reduced to an object of lust and hate
No way! Please understand that I refuse to be simply a height and weight
This day, somewhere we've lost the value of what a woman is supposed to be
A queen, respected and defined by her creator, size 24, 10, or size 3
You act like all I am to be is, just a sexy, sexy thing
Just a showpiece for all to see like a Bently or your diamond ring
I know that I am more than that (don't believe the hype)
The One who made the stars and sun gave meaning to my life
It's my choice and I will decide, I won't let you destroy my pride
I'm no showpiece for you to hide, and lose all that I am inside
God made me and I'm beautiful, I won't dress like that kind of girl
R-e-s-p-e-c-t see, that's the way that you got to look at me
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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That's The Kind of Medication They Are On
They honestly believe,
Their illnesses are projected...
Throughout the nation.
That's the kind of medication they are on!
And it has to be working.
The affects of it are brilliant.
It leaves them in denial and pleading,
For Marshall Law.
It has to be witnessed to be conceived.
Their poisoning has been successful.
They are quick to defend their ailments!
And denounce those who bring it to their attention!
It's like hearing children cry for more,
When spanked and punished!
Something has induced,
The seduction of a mental disturbance accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shared Like Gifts
It is still a Dutch colony.
With those who control it...
Coming to go,
To inflict their racial acrobatics.
It is divided by invisible fences.
With those of ethnic faces
Displaying their daily infighting defenses.
And there is funding for everything done.
To ensure comprehension...
Is something never to be understood,
With understanding that comes.
They want them at their dumbest.
And that is preferred and accepted.
And those of color who have ever contributed?
The great deeds they have done...
Have been from this place 'booted'.
As if they had made none!
And ignorance is shared like gifts received.
Along with the apartheid obviously applied...
By those who are equally mentally limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Add Onto A Collection Of Experiences
The choices made we make,
For our lives to ensure no heartbreaks.
Fixed to a perfectness approved.
To later realize a buyer's remorse,
Wishing for an instant removal from it...
Depends on what is to us received.
Or believed what to us has been sold,
As a purchase to increase...
Those accepted possibilities.
With definitive choices to choose our escapes.
It takes one being awake,
To recognize safety nets are not in place.
It takes one being unafraid,
To face the 'opportunity' to make mistakes.
With a feeling later to discover,
It is okay...
To live a life falling down.
With a getting up from the ground.
Just to add onto a collection of experiences.
And those we keep as priceless treasures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misfits
Hey bro props at the after show
Can you tell me where the greenbuds grows?
Id like to say you turned my life around
I lost myself outside again
With the sound running through my head
Drowned out way out in the crowd
and the crowd goes singing
My people are the misfits
The ones that don't fit in
With the smile I know it comes within
I can feel you in the corners laughing when the lightings low
They say
Tick tick. tell me where the time goes
Oh life, you know it moves much to slow
Tick tick tell me where the time goes
Those are the ones for me
Those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me
Those are the ones for me
Those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me
My people are the misfits
I wont let you down
Im dizzy from whatever we just passed around
I bleed for the moments when were here
And were all around
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Why Do They Waste Such Time?
I was called a fool to offend.
And when that did not happen,
Since I ignored them...
It was then stated I felt I was better.
As if I was 'entitled' to be respected.
And I thought if my actions were not accepted...
Why do they waste such time?
And these are the folks who have provoked themselves,
Out of their own minds.
You know the kind?
Those with hopes to find someone who is worthy,
To inflict their mental illness.
And kill ambitions that weren't reflected,
In the spreading of expected dirt!
Why do they waste such time?
When in my mind my life has always been mine!
And not programmed to self destruct.
Something that addicts them.
And they can not give that up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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