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Imploding

A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those receiving their assignments,
Perceive themselves 'bags of chips'.
The ones strutting around...
As if to have a few dollars more,
Gives them the right...
To demonstrate evil appetites.

Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.

Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.

A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those abandoned without receiving,
Proper benefits.

And the growing of the imploding,
Begins to collapse from within.
Those who perceive they are above misdeed,
Start to get a taste of what they can not believe.
An undoing of a web they set.
That traps them in a net of regret.
To suffocate themselves until there is no breath left,
From which to breed the breathing of deceptions done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Pain Begun Begins to Mend

When the pain begun begins to mend,
The sky is brighter.
The clouds then start to drift.
The rain dries and the thunder stops.

When the pain begun begins to mend,
A freshness occurs.
The Sun invites a rendezvous.
Just to sit with it,
And feel...
A soothing come over you.

When the pain begun begins to mend,
And you are there...
Ready to be healed,
Feeling a once broken heart...
Being pieced back together,
Completely.

When the pain begun begins to mend,
You are prepared to forget.
Wanting to forgive.
And wishing to be forgiven.
When the pain begun begins to mend!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These 'Paying The Consequences' Days Being Paid

They are all over the place.
There is no escaping from them.
Acknowledging their presence...
Is all that it takes.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.

They are...
All over the place!
Deceivers, heartbreakers...
And conflict makers.
Backstabbers igniting,
Divisions with infighting.

Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.

Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.

Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.

Hasn't the rise of ignoring disrespect,
And the lack of discipline...
Taught anyone 'anything',
About what ignoring 'something' begins?

I bet many are learning...
What paying the consequences means for them.
These 'paying the consequences' days being paid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cooks County

People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
So remember when youre looking for trouble
That trouble is already busy with weaker men
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
So dont you abuse that body
Itll snap without assistance my friends
The song goes on
Ill sing again until the music enervates
The song goes on
The sting of pain will dull and finally fade away
The song goes on
Through centuries of history it reverberates
The song goes on
On curving comets track the music makes it way
This song is so long
It ends up where it begins
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
So dont let them run too far from home
Youll be alone for sure on that you can depend
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
So put away that switchblade knife
Tighten up the knot thatll help this bloodshed end
The song goes on - the song goes on
This song
Is so long
It ends up where it begins.
People are suffering
Ill say it again and again
People are hungry
Ill say it again and again
People are lonely
Ill say it again and again.

song performed by by Who
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Cooks Country

People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
So remember when youre looking for trouble
That trouble is already busy with weaker men
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
So dont you abuse that body
Itll snap without assistance my friends
The song goes on
Ill sing again until the music enervates
The song goes on
The sting of pain will dull and finally fade away
The song goes on
Through centuries of history it reverberates
The song goes on
On curving comets track the music makes it way
This song is so long
It ends up where it begins
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
So dont let them run too far from home
Youll be alone for sure on that you can depend
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
So put away that switchblade knife
Tighten up the knot thatll help this bloodshed end
The song goes on - the song goes on
This song
Is so long
It ends up where it begins.
People are suffering
Ill say it again and again
People are hungry
Ill say it again and again
People are lonely
Ill say it again and again.

song performed by by Who
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Left...Behind! As Two Thousand and Ten Begins

Left...
Behind!
Those who have closed the doors,
On themselves.
Those seeking to find pieces that make sense,
From a decade that has ended...
In two thousand and nine.
And as two thousand and ten begins,
Not one of them is prepared.
A freshness is there,
But they are not!

Left...
Behind!
Doing the best they can with minds,
Shattered!
From a correctness that in itself,
Was splitting apart.
In divisions they decided,
With complete with righteousness.
And those who rode the stormy seas,
Unafraid to let go...
Are bestowed with enlightenment.
As if this was meant to be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Texture of the Mix

The texture of the mix...
Does not sit well on many lips.
Barriars are being broken.
An unspoken mending begins to end...
Divisions and conflicts supported.
With a marketing twist.
Abandoned by many.
While others have druthers,
Not to birth more of it.
And...
Has left the taste for those who wish,
More substance and less ghosts,
To boost and boast...
Empty and expensive visions.
As a loss of cost effectiveness...
Has proven ineffective,
For those intentions meant.
As knuckles grip,
To expose an absence of hemoglobin.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Collected Madness Accepted

As you read this...
The wicked witches have brewed their fix.
Conflicts have addicted an avoidance to mix...
Those who adventured to trick with splits,
And those who prefer to be left in quiet sits.

Agitating divisions have increased.
Relationships have since decreased.
Backbiting has found itself on the rise.
And the shallow minded now are the ones to cry!

As you read this...
Those of higher consciousness continue to resist,
An obvious planting of encouraged dementedness.
And a struggle to hold onto values crumbling to the ground...
Scattering those responsible,
For a quality of life lost...
Never again to be ever found.

Since a racistness supporting a separateness...
Had followers believing,
This greed they fed would leave them receiving...
The benefits of threatened interests!
And it has...
Left them!
In a unified and collected,
Madness accepted!

Inflicted to intervene with rumors of peace.
Sold to protestors to wear on tee shirts...
Marketed and released!
For a price to pay.
As you read this day after day.
Numbing these events...
That come to stun and are here to stay!

Unless those brave,
Confront them with mental strength.
To condense them,
And erase them away!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opposite Begins

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.

People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.

They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.

Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.

That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Them 'That' Begins

The real reason unemployment statistics,
Are dropping?
To keep mouths closed,
And delusions from stopping?
And favor those who believe things are great!
With an economy flourishing in fantastic ways!

When the days of unemployment compensation ends...
And there are no benefits to monitor,
To send to a family of five or maybe ten?
They fall from radar!
They become the hungry and the homeless!
And for them 'that' begins!
The greedy are still the greedy!
The treachery and deceit are still tools used...
For fantasies to continue on mindsets to transcend!
As lifestyles of us all,
Dwindle!
To uphold beliefs a relief comes to release tensions!
And honesty will never be!
Nor the truth to those deceived...
Mentioned!
But...
It will certainly not be avoided in this season!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Thin Threading Done

Desperate measures taken,
To improve what one has neglected...
Only reflects upon one's incompetence,
One has refused to accept...
In the strictest of a private confidence.

And a downward spiral,
That begins to gather steam...
Makes the blaming and excuses done,
Show one who lacks in self esteem.

Yet if nothing at all is done,
Chaos and confusion is then welcomed.
And when a fabric once tightened,
Appearing as one cohesive scene...
Begins to unravel,
To expose a thin threading done of its seams...
Divisions created can not replace,
A complete and total reconfiguration...
Of what took years to admire,
But updated to appear as a second rated fake.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Buddhist Christmas

sitting on the bed
with my old blind dog...
breathing in, breathing out...

breathing in suffering,
all the suffering of the hungry,
the homeless, those in prison....

those ravaged by war....
of the lonely, those filled with despair,
the angry, the fearful, the lost....

breathing in deeply,
wrapping it all in snowlike stillness...
and then breathing out....

breathing out compassion,
total, unconditional, free compassion...
the oneness that feels every feeling,

hurts with every hurt,
prays with every need....
not judging, not holding back,

asking for nothing in return...
just breathing out....
and listening with gratitude

to the heartbeat of my faithful dog...
to the heartbeats of all that live...
lost inside life itself!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The New Flesh

i can take it
sideways
sometimes
some things
feel like
i'm on the other side
waves
of every feeling ever felt
...screaming
hold it close
(so) i can taste it
i've watched this scene a thousand times
and in my head
this is how it all begins
yes, i am becoming
and this is how it all begins
what did you expect?
this is not an exit
this has begun
i can almost see
the blackest eyes
the new flesh
a new disguise
...welcoming...
please
give it to me
i can take it
give it to me
i can take it

song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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How Can Anyone Be Convinced

How can anyone be convinced,
That the banging of their head against a wall...
Has no affect emotionally,
On the ones who may be on the other side of it.
Nor would they care if they are not there,
If someone spends the time to inflict their own grief.

Frankly, the doing of it is rare these days,
Since people are prone to share their agonies...
With those close and claimed to be loved.

How can anyone be convinced,
If they chose to sit on a picked fence...
That anyone paying attention to this,
Hasn't already accepted...
Another one they perceive as being crazed.
And going out of their way to prove it.

Why do the self-centered always believe,
People are patiently waiting to feel their pain?
With feelings they have that can be easily numbed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Not Worthy to Deceive

If I came to the aid of my neighbor struggling...
Would I be then declared a socialist?
If I offered shelter to those homeless and hungry,
Would I be a liberal?
With an agenda that was 'leftist'?

In these United States,
When I was taught to pledge alligence...
To a white and red star encrusted flag.
I believed myself and others together...
To be patriotic and of this we were glad.

But as I look upon this land,
With a separateness done.
And racism to overcome!
I'm stunned by the selfishness,
Of those whose interests...
Are only to feed their greed.
And leave others on the street,
With nothing to eat!

If I came to the aid of my neighbor struggling...
Would I be then declared a socialist?
If I offered shelter to those homeless and hungry,
Would I be a liberal?
With an agenda that was 'leftist'?
And would I care if the 'haves'
Stop to stare at me as if I were trash?
And when they prepare to go to sleep at night...
Are they aware I rest peacefully,
With my eyes closed tight?

I doubt it.
They perceive of me,
As someone not worthy to deceive.
And certainly I'm not a 'conservative'...
Motivated by division and isolated by greed.

'Remember when political choices,
Were either Republican or Democrat?
Now there are subdivisions with divisions within them.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forming

Rip them down
Hold them up
Tell them that
Im your gun
Pull my trigger
I am bigger than
Rip them down
Hold them up
Tell them that
Im your gun
Pull my trigger
Im bigger than
Mr. prez in his big white house
Listen he sez were coming out
Infiltration, were numbing your minds
Concentration, weve done time
Rip them down
Hold them up
Tell them that
Im your gun
Pull my trigger
I am bigger than
Rip them down
Hold them up
Tell them that
Im your gun
Pull my trigger
Im bigger and never step down

song performed by by NOFX
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Angels With Dirty Faces

I need this to get me through
can't resist and don't want to
believe it I know it's true
I can't beat and don't want to try
perfect hell
it's more to me than you ever will know
down here where the rest of us fell
waste away with nothing left to show
while I'm in this perfect hell
obsession has begun
possessed by destruction
how did I get so low
believe me no one knows
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions
on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction
thin blood I'm bleeding my pulse won't stop racing
just as my heart explodes
no chance that I could win
too hard to not give in
I just don't feel the same
cause I'm the one to blame
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I need this to be myself
it feels like I need some help
it's too late to save myself
or it's just in my head
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense

song performed by by Sum 41
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift

When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If With Truth It Bites

Experiences.
Come to sit within.
What one does with them,
Depends upon the stripping that begins.
To remove that which one knows is untrue.
Deceit for them is not accepted or quickly served.

Experiences can not be exchanged,
For refreshened outlooks to eliminate...
What has been gained.
And perhaps that is the reason,
Those with experience...
Maintain and sustain a growing wisdom.
Many fail to solicit if with truth it bites!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Stone Begins To Turn

I come here for dr. king
Who gave the people a precious thing
He found a light in the darkest hour
And the strength for speaking truth to power
And in the years since they shot him down
You see changes that once were a dream
Begin to come around
When the walls have begun to crumble
When the laws have begun to burn
When the winds is singing freedom
When the stone begins to turn
And I come here to praise mandela
And to send this message to his jailer
Your walls may hold the man inside
But theyll never ever hold back the tide
cause in the years youve shut him away
A generation has grown where he stood
Theyre gonna see the day
When the walls have begun to crumble
When the laws have begun to burn
When the wind is singing freedom
When the stone begins to turn
We come here to sing for freedom
And to send our voices to the ones who need them
Freedom for south africa
And justice for nelson mandela
cause in the years theyve shut him away
A generation has grown where he stood
Were gonna see the day
When the walls have begun to crumble
When the laws have begun to burn
When the wind is singing freedom
When the stone begins to turn

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Deludify

'She was apparently healthy.
But how did she die? '

As those question themselves...
While viewing the body of a woman,
Who had been mummified and die...
Over three thousand years ago.

And it would seem to me,
That this woman had died from the death.
Perhaps she was healthy when she lived...
But those questions to me seem so inept.

Like the adsurdities expressed,
By those wishing to leave realities unaddressed.
Even though they are obvious to see...
People wish to heighten their fantasies.
And 'deludify' them,
With pretense and sweetened ignorance.

Note: Deludify? One who deludes an obvious truth,
as it is accepted by conformed 'normality'.
Normality? That which one had before truth deludified it
by the use of deceit! Deceit? Lies told to persuade one's belief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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