Hurry Up! The Authorities Head This Way
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
Forget about all of that,
Common sense with sanity talk.
That has long been aborted.
And away from reality,
People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
You must choose a side very soon,
Before you've been labelled...
A maverick misfit!
Or someone with an attitude...
That expresses one to be a bad sport!
People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.
Hurry up!
The 'authorities' head this way!
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
If you decide right now,
To be one out of your mind...
They may leave you alone.
But I recommend don't hesitate.
Since independent thinkers...
Are quick for them to find!
'What are 'you' going to do? '
Me?
I'm prepared to tap dance.
And sing, 'Ol' Man Ribber'.
'You mean 'river'! '
No!
It's 'Ribber'.
Trust me.
Here they come!
Start shuffling.
And...
It's 'Yus Sah'!
You got that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.
Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting the support of Syria is the moral equivalent of winning the Klan's endorsement - it might be useful but it doesn't necessarily speak well of you.
quote by Jonah Goldberg
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Here Is Your Copy
Thank you.
Now that you are pleased,
You have left me completely crazed.
There is still nothing we have in common.
Perhaps a desire to strangle one another.
But even that act,
Would not satisfy my craving...
To see you dragged under a truck!
Thank you.
For allowing me to get myself this upset.
For allowing myself to get this deep in debt.
To have you say to me...
'Without you in my life,
I would have never known regret! '
Thank you for that show of support.
But being locked in a cell,
Will not happen yet!
So take that smile off your face.
I may be crazed...
For listening to you,
Demoralize me like you do.
But nothing left that still remains in my name...
Will you touch nor will you get!
Or make attempts to claim.
Every unfaithful step you have taken...
Your lawyer and mine each have a filmed set!
And there will be no need,
For you to see me in court...
In a distressing sweat.
That just will not happen!
So that imagined joyfulness...
Seeing me suffering in ruin,
You can remove from you mind...
And forget!
'Oh...
Before I leave!
Here is your copy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diary Of a Madman
What could it mean.
Living beyond shame and fear of the unknown.
Insanity is incredible
And sanity is unstable
The diary of the insane is history.
And memory is long lost in the desert
Of the heart.
To an insane,
Sanity is insanity
And insanity is sanity.
The soul of an insane has gone far beyond earth.
But the sane is oblivious
Of the fate of his own soul
After the final call.
Above all,
Is sanity sane?
No. For bad temperament is
Madness in itself.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Country Is Like A Body
When one part sick
All parts look unhealthy
When one part missing
All parts get the impact
When one part is weak
Do other parts only blame and not help to fix it?
When one part is failed
Do other parts only let it fall and not support it?
Even it is often forgotten
It doesn't mean it is not important
Even it is always underestimated
It doesn't mean it could completely be ignored
One part may be incapable
But it doesn't mean all parts can do nothing
One part may be invalid
But it doesn't mean all parts should also give up the spirit
In some incredible moment they are working together
In some unseen place they don't stop to struggle
It may be hard but always raises up the hope
It may be small change but always look forward
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In Full Devastating Exuberance
The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.
Those maintaining their strong identities,
Are depicted as 'strange'.
With those slotting everything that breathes on Earth,
In categories to help them defame and maim.
The psycopaths have been freed,
With a wish to have their philosophies...
That are mentally twisted,
Deemed as the way society should be.
With minds diseased from a poisonous greed.
People can not believe,
From birth to death they have been deceived.
And those who see it can not snap others awake.
Gone are the minds,
In celebration of traditions set up to worship.
But seen today as fake.
No one can feel united,
When tearing things apart...
Has become manifested into an artform!
People have become obsessed,
With a crushing of themselves.
To assist others 'consciously'...
With the feeding of unhappiness.
And the chasing of conflict...
As if this is an interpretation of a democracy,
Everyone should desire.
And should pariticipate in destruction more actively.
The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.
Whether it is in the water!
Or in the food people are forced to eat.
Something creating a mindset focused on hate.
Is not an uplifting experience.
But this clearly can be observed...
As a direction our society has chosen to take!
In full,
Devastating...
Exuberance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oj
Even though he was loved,
And some find him still charming.
There is something about him,
Many find alarming.
Is he to be admired?
Or locked away as a jerk?
He reflects everything we are!
We worship false idols...
And praise jocks as superstars!
We support dysfunctions,
With the backing of Wall Street.
And attention is focused on OJ's movements...
Increasing his stature,
As done with crooked priests.
To say we live in unbelievable times...
Just look around and it will be easy to find,
Insanity is idolized!
And those left 'sane' are suspect of crimes!
That's not to say OJ is in 'his' right mind!
He is part of who 'we' are...
Should we all be in straitjackets?
And leave a blind justice behind?
Since all of us are being duped,
By the absence of truth and honesty...
That has long been confined?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Sanity
I had such great expectations
Of the worlds benevolence
Of benevolence
But I prefer hallucinations
cause they tend to make more sense
Than experience
cause it was just another sneak attack
Of temporary sanity
It was a pleasant stay, but now Im back
From temporary sanity
My temporary sanity
I began to grow dependent
On a thing called common sense
It was common sense
But my world grew so resplendent
That the strain was too intense
Without self-defense
cause it was just another sneak attack
Of temporary sanity
It was a pleasant stay, but now Im back
From temporary sanity
My temporary sanity
The pool spreads across the pavement
Where the sniper made him lie
And he looks just like my youngest
And Im watching him die
I must remind myself Ive seen this
Its all ancient history
One long trail of twisted bodies
As the strong crush the weak
We must be crazy
We are crazy
This is our natural state
As our children die around us
We just sit here and wait
For a little temporary sanity
Some temporary sanity
Theres a chance that we would still get the picture
If reality just came up and bit ya
But the news team would never report it
Because theres too much evidence to support it
If we were stupider, the problem would vanish
But our brains are much more than we can manage
We say we want something so bad we can taste it
But once we get it, then we turn round and waste it
We got a twisted fixation with marketplace
And every suffering soul is just another face
We think were being manipulated from outer space
Its the collective guilty conscience of the human race
We get joyful when we look upon a lesser man
A specimen that we can be sure that we are better than
There is no shortage of supply of pride and vanity
There is no other explanation but insanity
Youre listening to prozac
While the message goes unheard
Its the final word
We must be crazy
We must be crazy
Theres no explanation
So we must be crazy
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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To Be Or 'Not' To Be Crazed?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is that the question to be raise today?
As a craziness seems very obvious,
To be a part of these head splitting days!
To Know Or remain secure in ignorance?
There may be some advantages...
In not trying to comprehend an insanity,
That has descended to begin without end to it.
And those who make attempts to hide a knowledge...
Should burn all credentials,
With a mindless foolishness...
That is frolicked as if to gleam from being polished.
If everyone is upset,
By a mess that is clear,
Why be the one left...
Who 'appears' to be sincere?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is not a question to be raised today?
To be sick of dealing with nonsense...
Is like soliciting for membership to an unending parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insanity
Insanity spins around inside my head.
If it doesn't stop I'll soon be dead.
I want to love but I want to kill,
either one would be a thrill.
I have no love but I feel it too.
The insanity drives inside my head just like a screw.
I'm nervous and twitchy,
I see things too.
I don't trust anyone not even you.
I know the world is out to get me.
I hate the world it's sick and crude.
People make me wretch they're deceptive and quite rude.
Despite it all I need that freind,
who'll help me put the insanity at an end.
So take my hand I'll tell my tale.
I'll shock you with my personall hell.
In the end though we'll both be better,
because we'll have understanding and eachother.
poem by Michael McParland
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That's the hard part about sport: as men we haven't started to be in our prime, but as athletes we are old people. I needed support. I lost trust and did stupid things.
quote by Boris Becker
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My foundations support people in the country who care about an open society. It's their work that I'm supporting. So it's not me doing it. But I can empower them. I can support them, and I can help them.
quote by George Soros
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Nothing In Our Arsenal
Justice delayed is justice denied
Often said in open but never tried
Every one uses it in its own gain
Only poor suffer and under go the pain
Only but civilized society is to be blamed
They don't come out in open and ideology shared
They conduct seminars and offer lectures
Ideas never float and thus block the future
Votes are sold in open and they don't venture out
Stay at home with family and only talk about
Every body wants to be millionaire overnight
Democracy has become lame and lacks will power to fight
Forget about legal systems in any country
It can't be left to the domain of anybody
People should have to take care
Properly address the system and nurture
Big industrial houses openly support
Involve in tug of war and take ship at the port
Lot many cartels of self interest are on board
The country as whole has to bear the load
The scenario has been completely changed
The criminals are on forefront and system efficiently managed
Everybody is made of clay and exposed to greed
Where can you provide effective machinery to lead?
No one may come out in open and participate
Everybody may dream of beautiful country and leave it to fate
No nightangle may come of its own and sing of patriotism
We need n such imaginary happiness but only humanism
I wish to be part of global happiness
Where it is not marred by color, cast creed or race
Where independent systems rule to the benefit of people and country
Then only there may appear real joy and place to enjoy beauty
Why people should die of hunger elsewhere?
Why at all countries should wage wars?
Why innocents should die in streets and suffer?
Have we nothing in our arsenal to offer?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Virtual Insanity
Written by jay kay and toby smith
Oh yeah what were living in (let me tell ya)
It a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big
That should be small
Who can tell what magic spells well be doing for us.
And Im giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I cant see, I cant breathe
No more will we be
And nothings gonna change the way we live
Cos we can always take and never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world were living in
And I just cant see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
And Im thinking in what a mess were in
Hard to know when to begin
If I could slip the sicly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother can choose the color of her child
Thats not natures way
Well thats what they said yesterday
Theres nothing left to do but pray
I think its time I found a new religion
Waoh its so insane to synthesize another strain
Theres something in these futures that we have to be told.
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
Now theres no sound if we all live underground
And now its virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, theres nothing so bad, I know yeah
Instrumental break
Oh, this virtual insanity, were living in,
Has got to change, yeah
Things will never be the same
And I cant go on
While were living in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world has got to change
Cos I just, I just cant keep going on, it was virtual,
Virtual insanity that were living in, that were living in
That virtual insanity is what it is
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh theres no sound for we all live underground
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Virtual insanity is what were living in
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Their Actions Never Made Sense
'What is the matter?
You look as if you've been told a joke? '
No.
But you can look at it that way.
I just spoke to a fool.
'Oh? '
Yeah.
Accused me of being aloof and distant.
As if I thought I was better than the others.
As if I did not want to be bothered with them.
'You're not talking about those same people?
Why don't you just ignore them? '
I try but I can't.
It was great when they ignored me,
And walked around with their noses in the air.
In fact,
I welcomed it
They believed me to be beneath them.
'What changed? '
I guess they discovered I didn't care.
And I was totally happy with peace of mind.
'Is that why you're smiling? '
For the most part.
I was just chastised,
For not accepting an invitation.
'Chastised?
That doesn't make a bit of sense.'
That's why I'm smiling.
I was just told,
I offended those in the clique.
You know...
The ones in the 'inner circle'?
The movers and shakers?
The same folks who announced I was a joke?
'But why are they bothering you? '
That's why I'm smiling.
It took this this long to realize they are crazed.
And 'now' that it has been validated...
They believe I am worthy to be embraced.
'That doesn't make a bit of sense! '
Would you stop saying that!
That's why I am smiling.
Their actions never made sense,
From the beginning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Did the Whistle Blowers Go?
Where did the whistle blowers go?
Those who spoke truth,
Like those troops who fought...
In pursuit to protect.
Returning to a homeland,
Where they are shown disrespect...
And much neglect.
By those who champion insanity!
Not humanity.
Where did the whistle blowers go?
Those who attempted to show and keep you,
From being 'downsized' with jobs 'outsourced'.
The ones you were convinced,
To divorce while you sat to straddle fences.
It all now makes sense doesn't it?
But it is clear the ones you help to rid...
Aren't near to hear or support to share your whine!
Leaving you with plenty of time,
To do that effectively alone on your own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You have killed the Shame in Man
Insanity, what incredibility!
If for a munite you can lose sanity
And dance naked, for public
entertainment,
How much would earn for your
government?
.
Oh insanity, what an impudence!
You have killed the shame in man,
I have seen men walk through
streets uncladded,
.
And who have cared to give them garments,
To cover up their own nakedness.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Moving Across
Please me life, I love your crazed transience
I am not following rules that don't serve me
I walk alone, I am solo in my essence
I raised myself feeding vultures of destiny
Insanity, whispers this endless night
Won't you stand by me and dance this out?
I have walked hard, to find myself on edges
Borders you didn't draw, then who was it?
Phantoms, dance me into your vapour circles
Show me we fight together, show me your form
I am chained by your absence, I slowly disappear
Dont let me go till you want me back again
I see Time hesitant, absent from her usual haunts
And I am that she never can complete
I exist in promises drawn on disappearing roads
Hidden beyond life where secrets turn wise...
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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We must daily decide whether the threats we face are real, whether the solutions we are offered will do any good, whether the problems we're told exist are in fact real problems, or non-problems. Every one of us has a sense of the world, and we all know that this sense is in part given to us by what other people and society tell us; in part generated by our emotional state, which we project outward; and in part by our genuine perceptions of reality. In short, our struggle to determine what is true is the struggle to decide which of our perceptions are genuine, and which are false because they are handed down, or sold to us, or generated by our own hopes and fears.
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Where Clowns Are Outlawed
My concerns are not with you anymore.
However that infighting prepared me,
For emotional battle.
I felt if I could get you off my back...
I was prepared to deal with climbing Mt. Everest,
Barefoot!
Or be declared the first on my block,
To actually have clearing vision.
You are the best at what you do!
However...
I do not recommend the path I took,
Since others might find themselves
Looking over their shoulders.
I didn't have to do that once I decided...
To become a stowaway on a ship,
I knew
Would sail as far away from you,
To dropp me off on safe ground where clowns
Are outlawed.
And it took me a very long time,
To make up my mind to leave you crazed.
I am so happy you convinced me it was not an act,
I should try to follow.
But one I needed to get away from quick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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