Hypnotized By 'Christianity
They have said I was clairvoyant.
A psychic.
A sage of wisdom
And one who has the 'vision'.
However,
I look at it like this...
I do not regard garbage on the streets.
People passing by and trashing up their neighborhoods.
I don't find showing disrespect received and spewn
By children barely out of diapers as cute!
I don't find this obnoxiousness,
As a form of their artistic expression.
And I think anyone hypnotized by 'christianity'
Is responsible for allowing this ignorance to dance...
Without a sign of it being soon to be dismissed.
Not one time have I used the assistance,
Of a crystal ball.
Now I am called a 'visionary' because I have seen these things!
'How can you do this? You have special powers! '
And they have been accepting it...
This patheticness,
As part of a cultural exchange being developed...
To produce adult men and women,
Who view that 'phenomenon' as being able to make babies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Themes of Self Patheticness
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Looked down upon their neighbors.
And desrespected their children...
By offering them a life deplete of discipline.
Today these same people,
Share grief and sorrow!
All claiming to have faith.
These same people pray in their temples...
To come out of them,
With nothing positive to say.
And yet...
With their 'down-to-Earth' outlooks,
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Believing such ignorance,
Would produce floral bouquets from garbage they discard.
And remaining hopeful success would come to be bestowed.
'What about us?
No one seems to care! '
And themes of self patheticness...
Are replayed in a rhetoric that is absent of consciousness!
Or one that connects and comprehends the affects,
Of an ignorance celebrated and devoid of all expectation!
Accepting only that...
Which has been applied and nurtured,
As part of one's culture and understanding kept defended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crystal Ball
Written by tommy shaw
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
I used to like to walk the straight and narrow line
I used to think that everything was fine
Sometimes Id like to sit and gaze for days through sleepless dreams
All alone and trapped in time
All alone and trapped in time
I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me
Or am I even in its mind at all
Perhaps Ill get a chance to look ahead and see
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Tell me, tell me where Im going
I dont know where Ive been
Tell me, tell me, wont you tell me
And then tell me again
My heart is breaking, my bodys aching
And I dont know where to go
Tell me, tell me, wont you tell me
Ive just got to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things Ive got to know
Crystal ball
[extra verse used occasionally live]
If you should see me walking
Through your dreams at night
Would you please direct me
Where I ought to be
Ive been looking for a crystal ball
To shed the light
To find a future in me...
To find a future in me...
Crystal ball
Theres so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things Ive got to know
Crystal ball
song performed by by Styx
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Thats What I Think
Sometimes I think
Things are overwhelming
Sometimes I think
I dont know what Ill do
But I forget the world
And everything around me
Thats what I think
When I think about you
The streets are filled
With too many babies
Black air in a sky of blue
People pass by
No life in their eyes
The concrete jungles
Really going crazy
Sometimes I think
Things are overwhelming...
The rent is due
And the pockets are empty
People ask machines
For the truth
No crystal ball
Can help see it all
But where we gonna find
The dreams to feed the babies
Baby life goes on
Thats what people say
But Im nowhere
If you go away
Id just be looking
For a brighter day
Sometimes I think
Things are overwhelming...
What can I do
Forget about the world
And everything around me
Thats what I think
When I think about you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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That's What I Think
Sometimes I think
things are overwhelming
sometimes I think
I don't know what I'll do
but I forget the world
and everything around me
that's what I think
when I think about you
The streets are filled
with too many babies
black air in a sky of blue
people pass by
no life in their eyes
the concrete jungle's
really going crazy
Sometimes I think
things are overwhelming...
The rent is due
and the pockets are empty
people ask machines
for the truth
no crystal ball
can help see it all
but where we gonna find
the dreams to feed the babies
Baby life goes on
that's what people say
but I'm nowhere
if you go away
I'd just be looking
for a brighter day
Sometimes I think
things are overwhelming...
what can I do
forget about the world
and everything around me
that's what I think
when I think about you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper from Twelve Deadly Cyns ...and then some
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Nearly None of It Has Been Applied
They were the ones who did not want to know anything.
They chose to be down to Earth.
Not trying to be too involved...
Or considered too concerned.
Not about 'worldly' things,
That is.
There is a comfort supplied in the not knowing of things!
Now they want to know what is going on?
And why things are the way they are.
And when are 'they' going to correct 'their' problems! ?
For them!
The ones who are satisfied in the not knowing of things!
You try to find answers for people like this!
But how can that be done...
When they've dismissed,
All opportunity...
To see things from an adult point of view!
But who knew they had no examples?
And they can not be criticized,
For quoting scriptures they've learned.
But like most things that they have learned...
Nearly none of it has been applied to their lives.
'Those people do that!
We don't do that.'
And all remain as ignorant as possible.
Since that is where they find their comforts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As if There Are Exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules
Allowing anxieties,
And embittered feelings...
Of how things should be,
And how we'd like to see them done...
From our own perspective.
Needs to be released,
From the minds of those continually feeding...
On beliefs people and things remain unchanged.
When a day comes a day goes.
There is not a season that stays as it is.
But adults who are still children in their minds,
Find it difficult to leave behind...
That which is not coming back.
And it becomes unfortunate for many,
Who are not accepting of this natural process.
As if there is a fairy princess that will magically,
'Wand' their troubles away.
Accepting what is with a moving on is part of life.
Many are stuck and just refuse to do it.
As if there are exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is It Possible
Is it possible,
To hold others responsible...
For a decline of one's quality of life.
As they sit and do nothing,
To prevent a pile of trash...
That collects upon the streets,
In neighborhoods in which they live?
Of course it is.
Is it possible,
To hold others accountable...
For children unable to read or write.
As their parents spend countless nights,
Partying and nodding from stupors...
Right in their children's sight.
Yes.
Of course it is.
This is possible.
Is it possible,
To lay the blame with claims...
Someone who sacrifices time and their skills,
To hear people say...
None of what is done comes their way.
And these same people take no stand.
But a procrastinating is what they do...
While awaiting for someone to come hold their hands.
Not only is this possible.
It is a followed procedure.
Is it possible that those who show,
Themselves clearly out of their minds...
To find acceptable excuses to make time after time.
And how it is someone else attracted them to sit...
In acceptance of this.
As they lacked a motivation to ignite their behinds.
While they seek to define,
Ways to excuse their involvement.
Need you ask?
Is it possible,
That such laziness...
Can rise to unquestionable heights of power unresisted?
Yes!
It is quite possible.
Although defensive are those maintaining...
The insecurity of their sensitivities.
And expensive it has been,
To keep their wishes protected.
And the torment of reality,
Away as an enemy to diminish and defeat.
All of this is possible.
Even for those who have yet to awaken,
From generations of deep sleep.
This is part of their entitlement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Elected, Liked and Popular
Someone has to be held responsible,
For allowing people to make wrong decisions.
Someone has to be held accountable,
For allowing people to dismiss their values.
And adopt standards that unleashed upon them...
An onslaught of disrespect.
With a lack of discipline...
Their blind mindsets enjoyed and accepted.
Someone has to be held responsible,
For the blatant theft and rise of crime.
Someone elected, liked and popular...
To lead and guide them out of shadows,
Should have had their interests protected.
And their choices made,
More closely inspected.
With a voice of concern...
Their way of life has been neglected.
And they someday will pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Was Right
God was right when he made the women
Because men built house for the women to live in with their families
And he included a kitchen
But God knew that if the house had a kitchen the women would be better The whole night cooking for her family
And God knew that the kitchen was the perfect place for women
God was right when he made women so that they can have babies
And feed the babies milk from her breasts and change all the babies Diapers everyday
Because the only way babies communicate is by crying
And all the babies needs their naps
God was right when he made the women
So she could be there to do the family laundry also
And women's job is never done at home
Because as long as she lives she will be the slave of home
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Ball
What it ain't y'all?
Welcome 2 the Crystal Ball
Got any notion about the way things are? Give 'em up!
Come on y'all
(Ball) {repeats in BG}
Ooh wee! (Party!)
(Get up, come on)
All pound on the 2 y'all
Shake the weakest peach (Get off and party y'all)
If U got a weak heart, split now
We got 2 be funky
Everybody, say it
This is your Crystal Ball (Get up and party) (Yeah)
One time, say it (Ball)
(Come on, get up and get down, yeah)
Check it out if U want 2
Listen 2 a brand new sound
Peachy beat and harmony
Shake your body down
No time 4 attitudes
No, we don't wanna fight
All I wanna do is get yo' peachy stuff
And have some fun 2night ... people!
(Ball) {repeats in BG}
Ouch! (Come on) Come on, Ball
(Party) (Come on) Yeah
(Get down) Come on, come on, yeah (Ball)
Jam in the 3 y'all
Ain't no couples allowed
Unless U wanna do it right mama
And get married like a bull and cow
No time 4 attitudes (No time)
I said we don't wanna fight
All I wanna do is get pumped mama
And have some fun 2night ... people!
Ball, it's a party
Everybody get loose
Ball, shake your body
Just like a goose... goosey
(Ball) (Ball) Everybody
(Ball) (Ball) Ooh aah
Oooh wee!
Say it y'all, come on (Oooh wee!)
(Yeah, come on, get up)
(Join the party, get up, get up, yeah)
What it ain't y'all?
Welcome 2 the Crystal Ball
U got any notions about the way things are?
Give'em up and come on y'all... oh!
Any peaches in the house?
Sing with me y'all, come on
Whoa!
2 funky, say it again
Whoa!
Yeah ooh
Woo!
This is your Crystal Ball
All 4 fun, fun 4 all
Ow! Ow!
Crystal Ball
Alright, everybody on the one y'all
I want U 2 say "Ball"
(Ball) {repeat in BG}
Say it like U mean it, come on, say it
Woo, yeah
Say it y'all, come on
Baby?
Baby, do U wanna? Yes
This is your Crystal Ball
All 4 fun and fun 4 all, woo!
Keep singing y'all {x2}
Come on
What U wanna do? {x2}
Woo! Yes
Oh! Don't try and stop me!
Hit me girl!
Welcome 2 the Crystal Ball!
{crowd noise segues into "Joy In Repetition
song performed by by Prince
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Sonnet 17
in art the Kosmic Vision is free to indwell,
Kosmic Sense find visionary expression,
but no art form that Vision may tell:
Vision is free, from art laws in exemption.
art may reflect, but never compass Vision:
Vision, unlimited, is of unlimited scope:
Vision in art is a finite communication:
infinite Vision eludes laws of finite art.
Kosmic Sense is a new frontier of mind:
death to self that contact requires:
when self to limit of self is defined
self dies, and in Kosmic Self suspires.
in purgatory, self rises to heaven's brink:
then, limit defined, to purgatory must sink.
poem by Doug Bentley
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You Have Raised These Weeds
I don't make this statement
To have you agree with me...
I make this comment,
Because this is what I see.
You can't raise children to be men and women!
The children of today have been spoiled
By what has been given!
They are nurtured like a plant or a pet
Around the house.
They are fed much nonsense and reflect,
What we have put out!
If it's garbage in our minds and garbage that we eat...
What do you expect to find on the streets?
Pansies and Roses?
Lilacs and Hibiscus?
Pruned trees and bushes...
And manicured lawns we sweat to treat?
If you have not encouraged your 'crops' to grow,
How do you expect your harvest to 'glow'?
You have raised these 'weeds'...
And that's the point I want to make!
You ignored advice from the 'gardener',
And that has been YOUR mistake!
Those choking 'vines' that grew from your home
That have driven you to heartbreak...
Have been your responsibility,
And it now shows upon your face!
And now you want them to leave you alone?
These 'creatures' are yours...
Reflecting what you have condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Colorful Visions
There's a vision in my head
that surfaces while in bed.
And then when I awaken
the vision's gone.
It's beautiful to see
and when it comes to me
I feel as if it's here
but it moves on.
The vision's always fading
with colors bright, then shading
until I cannot see them
for it's dawn.
I anticipate the vision
and make a bold decision
to stay asleep
and trap this phenomenon.
But soon my eyes are open
and I find myself just hopin'
but once again my vision's
not there anymore.
Kaleidoscoping colors
where have you gone
every time I have that morning yawn?
It arouses me, undrowses me
and makes me sad to find
that I left it all behind
in that sleepy place for dreams.
And so it is it seems
wakefulness surrounds me
and I am left forlorn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Mind's Eye
In this world you will find it does mostly seem
that ignorance and darkness both reign supreme.
But to one who has a clear, discerning and penetrating eye
this isn’t the case even though others may question: why?
For the one who sees with the eyes of wisdom
there’s a higher intelligence working in freedom
that underlies and pervades all we see of nature
which is also one of an infinite, almighty stature.
The cosmic forces, energies or powers that rule this world are
all much the same elsewhere in the universe no matter how far.
The magnitude and scale of things surpasses most people’s vision
though the underlying similarity found may be subject to derision.
We have some means at our disposal to see things without the naked eye
and this may involve using sophisticated equipment to penetrate the sky.
There is a saying we have all probably heard that ‘the sky’s the limit’
which indicates vaguely the extent to where we can go physically in it.
But there is also another way to see, which can be done with the mind's eye,
that requires an inner awakening on a higher level, beyond the normal sky.
Various other people great and small have spoken or written somewhat about it
and is what in part the telescope, television or clairvoyance are products of it.
There are other worlds and a bigger sky
that one can see within their mind’s eye.
First one has to clear away those obscuring clouds
of ignorance and darkness that cover it like shrouds.
poem by George Krokos
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Exposed Behinds In Arrears
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Excuses with abuses have been ignored and accepted.
A process of ignorance has us all infected.
Accountability?
What is that?
Is that a new fad coming back?
And who is proposing it?
Those detoxed and now off crack?
Irresponsibility is a thing now that is the rage.
Of course folks are demented.
Who amongst us now is not absolutely crazed?
Bill collectors everywhere,
Are being pestered by the banks.
And they are dropping from the skies like flies...
Being caught in lies,
Tanking with worthless alibis.
'Naked is the beast...
That has nothing left to feed or eat! '
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Exposed behinds in arrears they show!
Using bounced checks to pay their bills.
Spending welfare money...
And shopping to supply their ills!
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Believe it!
These are conditions...
From compositions,
Played and heard!
But much too late to rearrange!
What had been due...
Is now too insufficient to correct.
Believe it!
We are up to our necks,
In a morality debt.
That has satisfied those who are virtueless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flying Without Wings
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all you life
And when you know how much that means
When you find that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know
Which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
song performed by by Westlife from Westlife
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A Visitor Amongst The Unconscious
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
Yes...
That is exactly what it is I do.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are all over the place!
Like...
Denial.
Decadence.
Thoughtle ssness and disrespect.
'Hey buddy?
Yeah you.
Watch your step!
There is a child in diapers,
Following you.
Don't you hear him calling you 'daddy' too? '
I marvel at the way,
Folks skip with a leap over reality.
To embrace with a welcoming,
Any sign of deceit that is greeted warmly.
With an ignoring of those hungry and homeless,
Surrounding them on the streets.
As if this pasttime entertains,
To become remembered as a bitterness...
Eventually endeared as sweet.
And pretend,
Most do...
As if this is part of the scenery.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are as common as pigeons.
Or garbage on the streets...
People accept as signs of affection!
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
That is exactly what it is I do.
And feeling very much...
A visitor amongst the unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extremely Rude
I have nothing against those mentally challenged.
I experience being challenged mentally on a daily basis,
Myself.
And accepting invitations to participate,
Is not on my top ten wish list.
Although,
It seems I am solicited regardless of my wishes.
And my only defense I use is to offend...
Someone who perceives,
My defense mechanisms beg for their ignorance.
With a showing of my disrespect they ask from me,
And I am made to feel obliged to deliver...
What they request from me and they get.
Since to ignore them,
Feeds the giving of their agitation.
'You are extremely rude.'
I find that to be a coincidence.
Since my rudeness would have never been shown,
If you had not insisted upon its appearance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wounded Soul
Vision through a crystal ball becomes a past tense.
A child witness bare and to become a man of arms.
Lead if you dare, with wealth comes despair.
Waking up from the nightmares and atrocities unwarranted.
But still they are there.
A poison that will forever thicken the air.
Some are choked out while others make it through it just barely.
Sleeping with one eye open.
Trust no one, not a way to live.
But what if one doesn't have a choice.
A forced obedience as you say.
Do we blame the innocent, of becoming not so innocent.
When it is the way one is raised.
Patriotic, to whom first your country or your people?
Sometimes it's hard to imagine for an American like me to understand what you actually went through.
But I do and we all should, because it could stop it from happening.
Good men who do nothing out of ignorance, are foolish men.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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