In It For The Paganism
In it for the paganism.
In it to trick others!
And to have themselves sit...
In self unction annointing meant!
And dismissing others...
Enthralled and used.
Those enlisted to assist...
In their public 'lift'.
Declaring themselves founders,
Of institutions!
Although deceivers of those of goodwill.
Stealing from them ideas and ideals,
That would appeal...
To the unconsciousness of the masses.
In it for the paganism!
In it for the glory.
In it to label themselves righteous beings.
Yet discovered too late.
After years of painful deceit.
Hoodwinking was their aim.
To have their names proclaimed,
On historic public streets.
With promises of tasty activities.
Tasty exciting treats!
In false declarations...
And sheltering a dishonesty,
With everyone they meet!
Dedicated To:
Those who achieve fame,
By making false claims.
And defaming others...
They denounced to make their gains!
May their souls find an eternity...
Only God determines is just and appropriate,
For those deserving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Public (feat. Nas)
(feat. Nas)
See its this thing (Kelis)
I like bein seen outside
I'm my ride (Your tasty)
I like it everywhere (cookies tasty)
(Tasty)
(Ohh Yeah Let's Go)
He was next to me
I thought i was suppose to leave aroung 2:53
All I wanted to see
Is what would he do if i dropped down to my knees
I wanna play a game
I someone coming it don't matter all the same
Try something fun with me
Let's take our clothes off all over the balcony
Let's get it on in public
Just let it go I promise that you'll love it
Oh daddy don't you wanna be my soldier
Ooh let's get it on in public Ooh
Don't try to run from me
I'll make your toes curl up and make your body scream
Come take a walk with me
We can do it over there by all the trees
Drive this car real fast
I'll lay my head down and ill make your body blast ow
Let's get it on in public
Just let it go I promise that you'll love it
Oh daddy don't you wanna be my soldier
Ooh let's get it on in public Ooh
Let's make a movie baby
Can we get away with it (Open your legs) (I'll be your animal)
All lights on
I like it when we do it to this song
Let's make a movie baby
Can we get away with it (Your so nasty)
All lights on
I like it when we do it to this song (Talk To Me)
[Nas]
The pussy in the mouth, that is the question
Like Shakespeare but my erection is the case here
I ain't got time to drive you all the way home
But instead i can drive you to a club bathroom or a resturant mens room
Then I can zoom in your woon
We both get what we want
Then we can assume
We doin what we want
Smokin that bud and chillinc12
song performed by by Kelis
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If I Do Invite The Eating Of Leftovers
Leftovers or once tasty treats
If there is anything used,
I would prefer to have near me...
Is a pair of old shoes,
I've taken off my tired feet.
Leftovers or once tasty treats,
I seldom eat.
Even if they happen to be delicious.
And If I do invite the eating of leftovers...
I initiated the cooking and generated the heat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is popularly called fame is nothing but an empty name and a legacy from paganism.
quote by Desiderius Erasmus
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Caught in a Moment
Were I ever more enthralled
In that moment I caught her full beauty
That soul, that heart, that spirited nature
The way she carried herself
The look in the eye, a glare transfixed
The curl of a smile like a hook holding
I fell victim to all she possessed
And in me she could claim all
For never before had I felt like this
More drawn to such beauty
That I saw before the body and face
A nature, a spirit, a heart to behold
A mind to challenge my own
I had felt the pining of strong desire
Known full well the sting of lust
False love and false declarations
But this, nothing like this
I had never been more enthralled
In the moment I caught her full beauty
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Familiar Stitch
There are people everyday,
Who make false claims.
Putting the blame for something done,
On someone else.
To then pretend their complete innocence.
A pattern develops.
And this is witnessed.
With false claims made to damage others...
Eventually admitted.
After a pattern sewn...
Shows a too familiar stitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lies
Promises are void if given under false pretense
It is like making a bad joke at your own expense
You delivered words that came smooth and easy
While in reality they were worthless and sleazy
Your voice remained steady but delivered lies
I do not know what you gained with your disguise
Was it just your own ego that you were feeding
Or was it control you are after when misleading
You showered me with plans and none were true
I'm glad I did not fall and put you under review
Still I wish you the best and will not hold a grudge
Because you will get what you deserve I judge
It seems pathetic that you needed false schemes
To make you feel more of a man in your dreams
There was no damage done and I let you off fast
After all it is your loss and the test you did not pass
(dedicated to Duncan Tanner Jr.)
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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If They Have Time Like You To Waste
You would like to find something hidden,
In my background.
To expose and despise.
Wouldn't you?
Something you discovered,
To prove my life is based upon lies!
Wouldn't you?
Graduating yourself from whispered gossip,
To embarrassing full public announcements...
Wouldn't you?
But what is there to prove in those activities that you do?
Especially when I've been several steps ahead of you!
Making sure everything I've done is there!
And easy for anyone to find.
If they have time like you to waste.
And a mind that generates in dim space.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My candy man
So sweet so tasty
That car-a-mel man of mine
My tasty love treat
poem by Paola Elizabet Mateo
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Do not be misled by what you see around you, or be influenced by what you see. You live in a world which is a playground of illusion, full of false paths, false values and false ideals. But you are not part of that world.
In view of our public pledges, we public officials can never again go before the public merely promising election reform. The time for promises is past.
quote by Charles Edison
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It's almost seems as though there's a battle going on between the public and all the fast-food establishments, and, believe me, I think it's very tasty food.
quote by Regis Philbin
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I Was Not False To Thee
I WAS not false to thee, and yet
My cheek alone looked pale;
My weary eye was dim and wet,
My strength began to fail.
Thou wert the same; thy looks were gay,
Thy step was light and free;
And yet, with truth, my heart can say,
I was not false to thee!
I was not false to thee, yet now
Thou hast a cheerful eye,
With flushing cheek and drooping brow
I wander mournfully.
I hate to meet the gaze of men,
I weep where none can see;
Why do I only suffer, when
I was not false to thee?
I was not false to thee; yet oh!
How scornfully they smile,
Who see me droop, who guess my woe,
Yet court thee all the while.
'Tis strange! but when long years are past,
Thou wilt remember me;
Whilst I can feel until the last,
I was not false to thee!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Are you offended by the word 'offensive'? If so..
‘Cell-phone and sell’ is the new money-maker;
‘taking offence’ vicariously is the new morality…
switch on your mobile if you’re near
any ‘celebrity’ – best of all, backstage
or nervous from the make-up room;
you may catch some phrase that’s not meant
for your ears; or a private word that causes offence
between two people, but privately;
then put it up on YouTube; sell it to the Sundays;
the world can share it; and shiver with righteous delight
in ‘taking offence’; maybe a reporter will catch you
in the street so you can add your shock-horror quota
to the public outrage at a private word..
oh for the days when the gusty breeze of humour
blew these words away; who remembers now,
when the nation revelled in ‘Love Thy Neighbour’ on the telly
and ‘nig-nog’ and ‘whitey’ were thrown about;
(When will they dare to broadcast a repeat?)
or even the days when ‘Paki-bashing’ drew attention
to our vicious prejudices; and we could feel genuine shame;
or the time when ‘niggardly’ was practically banned
because it sounded like an insult?
If we go on like this, being called a ‘Northerner’
will imply some insult; as would ‘Southerner’…
As the cannibal chief said when he popped
a tasty missionary into the curried (oops, sorry..) stew:
‘It’s all a matter of social context, Rev…it’s
nothing personal…’
And whatever you’re called when you’re grown-up –
remember: it never hurts like those playground names...
or worse, nick-names that stuck for years…
from those of your own age, who
yesterday or tomorrow, might again be chums..?
Somewhere in Australia at this very moment
someone called Murdoch is calling someone just like me or you
a ‘whinging Pom’…remind me to take offence, would you?
Then I’ll sound off to the Sun…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Quick Fix Remedies
I find it absurb and totally ridiculous,
That those who profess to be in the dark...
And clueless,
As to why these days...
That find them entwined,
In an assortment of dilemmas...
Have discovered they are beset,
With mental, physical and financial regrets!
As if the steps they have taken,
Were unconsciously made...
By an hypnotic inducement,
That tricked them and enslaved.
Demanding today they are as if entitled,
To have quick fix remedies...
That will come to sweep them free,
Of their ability to self inflict their own ailments.
'Oh...
To 'bah' with a humbug is tempting! '
And they are the same people,
Who refused to hear or listen...
To those they depicted,
In character assassination campaigns...
As being unpatriotic, nationalistic mavericks.
With a choosing to ruin their reputations.
Well...
Who amongst those self righteous types,
Are in the streets everywhere...
Declaring their displeasures now?
And...
Aren't their activities,
Focused on the disparities of life?
Isn't this something once done years ago,
That was once declared...
A challenge to their way of life?
And they had turned their backs on those,
Doing 'then' what they felt had been right!
'Oh...
To 'bah' with a humbug is tempting!
Even if the holidays are not in sight.
But these times are so ripe for this expression.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Die Hard Ignorites
So accustomed they were,
To ruining the lives of the doers.
With the making of false claims.
And doing their best,
To dismantle goals of good deeds...
And achievable gains to aim.
They the people grew to know no shame at all...
Or have no concern about their future.
These folks were die hard ignorites!
With a teaching done that taught them,
To fight amongst themselves.
And that was done with tremendous success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meant to Be Included
Values and standards!
Are they goals to maintain.
A way of life,
Kept sustained to remain.
Or are they ideals out of reach.
Wth a hope that one day,
A practice accepted...
Will not be preached.
Values and standards!
When created,
What was the intention.
To reflect mindsets,
In public display of pretentions.
Or were diversed cultures,
Meant to be included in this 'plan'.
Since no worthy growth has been detected.
And fellowship and goodwill seems to have been arrested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Held Prisoner In Underground Bunker 5.10.2008
Reading Stephen O’Brien, stating radio and
television are advised by governing bodies
to treat clairvoyance skeptically as
pure entertainment
Preventing the unthinking public from considering
its far-reaching claims, a public made up of
disciplinarians whose freedom has been
taken away
All held prisoner in the underground bunker of
their mind’s dungeon - the media providing
the imprisoning
ideas…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Paganism is wholesome because it faces the facts of life.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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I did not find Liverpool ugly. Her stately public buildings, broad streets, public squares, and noble statues redeem her from the charge.
quote by M.E.W. Sherwood
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