In Communal Collectivity
They come for the last of your freedoms.
With sugar glazed explanations.
To accept the taste without explanation.
In communal collectivity...
The few will make themselves untouchable,
By erasing everything...
People thought had been valuable.
And pooling everyone into a one world vision.
And doing this to insure...
Those selected and with wealth,
Will meet as a federation...
To make all decisions,
As a proclamation for humanity's destination.
To those still dabbling in delusions,
With wishes to select the best leader...
To restore their fantasies,
Are still dazed in disbelief!
Those who are aware and 'see'
Must extend our best wishes for their speedy recovery.
The onslaught of reality is amongst us NOW!
And the beginnings of One World Federation rule,
Has begun with the collapsing of the economy!
To leave those deceived left behind like fools!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Have Their Tea With Crumpets
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
He...
Wishes to present to them realities.
And they...
Were raised to feed on fantasies.
With praise they wish the world,
Continues to see.
That greatness hyped with hypocrisy!
But those who have chosen to sip their tea,
Even without him leading them...
Can not believe nor accept,
A change is evident.
With a coming to them that is direct.
Because on just 'credit'...
The economy bleeds.
And those who now seethe,
Are the ones who depleted it!
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
And without his honesty...
They perceive a boundless gluttony,
Will and can come back again.
'What about the thieves?
Who holds them accountable,
For their activities? '
Sssshhh...
That is part of the reality,
They rather see erased from them to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Him Credit For Something
He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!
He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
With a bombardment of truths.
And we aren't accustomed to it!
He wants to inflict us with decisions,
Unlike any made before.
He wants to remove deceit and lies.
And expose us to reality.
To leave that at our front doors.
He dares to reveal an incompetent government.
He dares to be a leader...
Choosing to use common sense.
'Don't be so hard on him!
He has yet to say anything...
About taking away your delusions.
Those he wishes you to keep.
They have been excluded.
Give him credit for something! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues
Had he not destroyed the lives,
Of millions of people...
With deceit and lies.
And arrogant displays of ignorance.
Something he now says...
May have made some empathetic sense.
He was the first to say there was no recession.
Now he wishes to make claims,
That was inherited.
He lead conservative ideals,
To ruin and deplete a robust economy.
And not a word did he listen to others.
Preferring to succeed...
From a position of egotistic needs.
A forgiving people hear and see this.
With grateful wishes,
He and his corrupted followers...
Can not leave soon enough.
To begin a healing...
That will take decades for those who suffer,
To feel and believe!
With few expressing an energy left,
With a smile to lift!
Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity...
Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years.
As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned...
Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth,
Had been miraculously erased...
By a leadership with no remorse at all,
To ever be shown or known!
Demons in motion...
Are not attached to these emotions.
And bitter is the taste left on tongues...
For what to them has been consciously done!
Tricked by the wicked.
And made sick...
Are they to their stomachs.
To know this feeling is made real.
As it exists,
For them to feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lord of the 25th Universe
The power of the almighty dollar,
Has been crushed and vanished.
And the Land of Fantasies...
Has issued the last of citations,
To end and dismiss all delusions!
Those crazed by the shock of reality,
Are sedated...
To slowly free them from their daze!
A truth has arrived upon them.
And the formation of The United Federation,
Of all Earthly nations has arisen.
Joining together to welcome...
Lord of the 25th Universe,
Mungumbé!
As he descends...
From the floating hovering ship.
The width of five miles...
And the length of twenty!
Providing nothing more than cosmic thrills,
To those trying to find this episode referenced...
In their Bibles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wonder Atop the Dunes
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall.
When the air is thick,
And hot with sticky humidity?
Will my Autumn wishes,
Be of those you select and pick?
I like to sit atop the dunes,
At Cape Cod and Padre Island.
I am closer to my thoughts.
When the seagulls and waves,
Exchange as nature wishes.
With sounds that attract,
My need to be distracted.
Then I make eye contact with it.
Pulling me in like a magnet!
And I see you...
This attractive distraction.
Relaxing to instigate,
My delusions of being laid...
On Labor Day.
And throughout the festivities of the holidays.
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall.
When the air is thick,
And hot with sticky humidity.
Will my Autumn wishes,
Be of those you select and pick?
And we discover a great happiness.
Will we be sharing Thanksgiving?
Or comfortable enough to be sitting...
Under the Christmas Tree butt naked.
And exchanging gifts with kisses?
To sweat if we let it get done.
Near the grate of the fireplace.
To quietly lay to hear 'carols' we hum.
I like to sit atop the dunes,
At Cape Cod and Padre Island.
I am closer to my thoughts.
When the seagulls and waves,
Exchange as nature wishes.
With sounds that attract,
My need to be distracted.
And I am...
When I think of how we met.
And I am...
Full of regret,
I did not extend to you an invitation.
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall...
Again?
Will your Summer breeze,
Captivate my thoughts on Fall...
Again?
But,
When again?
I wonder atop the dunes.
When will this move I make?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I be perceived as a faker?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I share this escape?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Could mistakes be made to make up?
I wonder atop the dunes.
When will this move I make?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I be perceived as a faker?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Will I share this escape?
I wonder atop the dunes.
Could mistakes be made to make up?
I wonder atop the dunes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evolving Bond of Oneness
Revisions may not always relate.
When across the board,
A changing slate is constantly updated...
Then erased!
What is taking place is the antiquated replacement...
Of a mindset being conditioned to be controlled.
With a bold leap unforeseen.
As it demeans those living lives in division.
'Global 'this'! '
'Global 'that'! '
Will be on your lips soon.
Revisions may not always relate.
When across the board,
A changing slate is constantly updated...
Then erased!
To do this and not be associated with treason!
Or less patriotic than those on foreign shores.
A global federation of nations come.
Networked to produce that same effect on command.
And then to reannounce the financing of our wishes,
Must be federation approved!
As those with invested assets perserving in the Federal Reserve,
Strengthen the link that binds this evolving bond of Oneness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dominionistic
They wish to rule the world,
With strong fists that restrict.
They want it hidden,
That they are dominionistic.
They believe that they should rule,
Over land and sea.
As if they are supreme authority,
With 'sovereignty'.
And the people...
Dominionistic,
Think they...
Can rule with tough fists.
These people,
Who are like this...
Wish to rule and control.
Yes these people,
Dominionistic...
Think they...
Can rule with tough fists.
These people,
Who are like this...
Wish to rule and control.
They believe that they should rule,
Over land and sea.
As if they are supreme authority with 'sovereignty'.
They wish to rule the world,
With strong fists that restrict.
They want it hidden,
That they are...
Dominionistic.
People,
Who rule with tough fists.
People,
Who are just like this...
Conquer and control.
And the people...
Dominionistic,
Think they...
Can rule with tough fists.
These people,
Who are like this...
Wish to rule and control.
Yes these people,
Dominionistic...
Think they...
Can rule with tough fists.
People,
Who are like this...
Want to rule and control.
Restricting with dominionistic ideal wishes.
Restricting with dominionistic ideal wishes.
Yes these people,
Dominionistic...
Think they...
Can rule with tough fists.
People,
Who are like this...
Want to rule and control.
People,
Dominionistic...
Think they...
Can rule with tough fists.
People,
Who are like this...
Want to rule and control.
Restricting with dominionistic ideal wishes.
Restricting with dominionistic ideal wishes.
Restricting with dominionistic ideal wishes.
Restricting with dominionistic ideal wishes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I created the Women's Federation for World Peace in order to restore all that woman originally lost. You American women don't need a man in the position of grandfather, parents, husband, elder or younger brother. You only need the true Adam.
quote by Sun Myung Moon
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If Wishes Could Be Kisses
(r. alfred / w. farrell)
Baby, if wishes could be kisses
And dreams could make you mine
I wouldnt be a-sitting here
Wasting all this time
No, no, baby, if you call me
Id race down the street
Id be there so fast
Youd think I had wings on my feet
Oh, baby, if wishes could be kisses
Id wish with all my mind
I wouldnt have to make believe
Im in your arms tonight
No, no, baby
I could thrill you if youd let me try
Wed take off together
And wed tell this world goodbye
But I know it just cant be
Unless you feel the same as me, oh, yeah-heah
Baby, if wishes could be kisses
Then Id be first in line
If Im not wrong it wont take long
til youre my valentine
Oh, oh, baby, if you hear me
Make me know you do
If Im lucky Ill find out
That youve been wishing too
A-come on, baby
A-come on, baby
If wishes could be kisses, oh, yeah
Oh, if wishes could be
Woah, baby, if you hear me
Make me know you do
If Im lucky Ill find out
That youve been wishing too
A-come on, baby
Woah, come on, baby
If wishes could be kisses, now, yeah
If wishes could be kisses, yeah
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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We've All Been Greedy
Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.
These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!
We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.
We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!
Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!
Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.
And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.
Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!
Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've
ALL
Been
Greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
Yes...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
Sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In An 'Awesomestruckness
People seem to be dazed,
In an 'awesomestruckness'.
Being peeled away from fantasies...
To witness in disbelief,
An audacity confronting them.
With low credit scores.
And poor returns on money wasted,
They so once adored.
A consuming of delusions,
Has faded their quick to sweeten interludes.
A discourse has taken place!
And the cost of their neglect...
Has soured their protected harmonies.
Along with planned vacations they were to take.
Realities have not left them pleased with this.
Such an 'awesomestruckness' striking...
To endanger their moisturized,
And bitten to lick cracking lips.
An embittered taste begins erasing...
Their addiction for delicious waste.
Even their protests are ignored,
As they scour at the prices...
Of melons they would squeeze,
At local stores...
Beginning to soar.
Scenes with bling and other things,
Are diminishing from their diets.
Nails and wigs with flowing extensions...
Have found many unable to afford,
Even their arched eyebrows to be plucked.
How can this bush above their eyes,
Be ignored?
Panic over antics done...
Has caused some men to go unlifted.
When the use of viagra can not overcome...
Dwindling wallets being emptied,
As they limp stunned.
This awesomestruckness has startled,
Those of romanticizing disguises!
A veil once protecting them,
From reality
Has suddenly been lifted to shock.
No longer can they mock those of the 'have nots'.
Now that they have been dropped...
Like those they had shown no pity!
And many show them none.
As they do a public flip flopping,
In view of everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Past Tense Quick and Imminent
She may be tough,
With the right stuff.
But those viewing from afar...
Aren't quite ready,
To leave their door ajar...
For a woman to mandate,
What for centuries has from women been barred.
She may be strict,
With dictated wishes to end conflicts!
But those accustomed,
To sit on thrones only men condoned...
Are not going to have none of it!
And what she may represent...
Is an illusion that will not confuse,
Barons in control...
Who expect women to do as they are told!
Only one man selected can cool tensions mixed.
And 'if' people were wise,
That man they will pick.
To stop a declining power...
From becoming a past tense quick.
What happens within closed doors on isolated shores...
Is not the reality,
For those of true rule!
Who are prepared to turn their backs,
And leave all nonsense adored ignored!
These are not the days,
To praise a propaganda raised!
A tone of truth...
Comes to cement those of straying ways.
Fantasies have reached their limits.
And those unbelieving will discover this is imminent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burdened Is the One Who Knows Truth
Burdened is the one who knows truth.
An isolation occurs,
One has the nerve to adjust to and accept.
With little delusion left to live.
Some would say comments made like this are negative.
Until the onslaught of reality hits them quick.
And there is nothing positive they see in it.
With wishes to blame others to have it fixed.
To return back to a life that is fantasized.
Complete and sugarized.
But teardropping eyes like these...
Are going to clear when the masquerade is over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Humanity's Home
When its hard to repair you have to be aware
Your deeds will make a change
so think a lot
And use the both
Your heart and your brain
Do your best
To make this world a better place
Don't forget that this world is not your own
Here's all humanity's home
There can be differences between your and your neighbor's thoughts
Your not living here alone
Therefore you've to be concerned
For your responsibity against all
So step back my fellow man and take a deep breath
Before taking a step look to the sky and try to see the beautiful face of God
And be aware don't forget that your wrongs can be your neighbors best thought
No one will survive to the end of the world
We all are travelers here
Today we are here
Tomorrow already is unseen,
so be aware of your deeds
Some can destroy some can build
Some cannot be rebuilt.
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Has Never Existed
Deprive them the ability to afford their dreams.
And pretensions to protect.
Deplete them of fantasies that fed their delusions.
And those impressions made that were the best.
Make real the realities upon them felt to feel,
With a breath to accept and all denials revealed.
What part has Mother Nature played,
In exposing that which has been concealed?
Assist them then with the crushing of all their traditions.
And foundations historically created to believe.
Leaving people to awaken to wonder,
Why they have been on their knees praying faithfully...
To that which has never existed.
Making it easier to control them.
And ensuring no resistance!
As one world with a few who rule expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Merman (Fun Poem 51)
Just beyond the reef
where the little fishes swim
there lives a little merman
and his name is Gunga Din.
He frolics in the ocean
from morning to night,
playing with the mermaids
is his hearts delight.
One day while playing
on the ocean floor
Gunga din found a bottle
with a Genie trapped within.
He opened the bottle
and set the Genie free.
The Genie then said to him.
“Three wishes I now grant to thee.”
“Three wishes? What are those? ”
Gunga Din asked the Genie.
“Wishes are made
for anything you want,
and then I will make them come true.”
“But I have no need for wishes.
I have everything my heart desires.”
“But surely there is something
that you would like most of all? ”
Gunga Din shook his head.
“There is nothing I require.”
“Nothing? ” Asked the Genie.
“Nothing.” Gunga Din replied.
“You see Mr Genie
I have everything I need.
I am completely satisfied
with everything I have got.”
“The oceans are my gardens
to play around all day within.
I have plenty of friends
to keep me company.
So what do I need your wishes for?
I have everything I’ll ever need.”
“But I must grant you three wishes
for setting me free
and If you won’t take the wishes
I cannot be free.“
Gunga thought for a moment.
This cannot be right.
Everyone must be free
to do as they wish.
“Get back in the bottle, Mr Genie.
I’ll take you to some distant sandy shore.
I’ll put you on the beach
for someone to find.
I’m sure in that greedy world out there,
that there is someone
who will take up your wishes
and set you free.
28 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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Poised To Be Teased
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.
And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.
Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As they say, anything can happen in the World Wrestling Federation.
quote by Jerry Lawler
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Cause You Be Da Man!
Why should I forgive you?
Why after all this time,
You come to me to ask forgiveness.
I am not the pope.
The pope did his thing and split.
After his papal visit.
He came to Babylon.
But his message did not entertain,
Their self righteousness.
So he left. Moved on.
To begin the affects of one rule!
Under One Federation of Collected Nations,
We stand.
That will be the order of the land.
Why should I forgive you?
When you should forgive yourself.
For being the perfect tool to be used...
And played like a fool!
To not know this AND accept.
'Yes...
My holy 'Godfather'.
Anything you command.
'Cause you be da man! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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