Instigator
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
Mourning victims,
With salutes and hollow praises...
Something is in that drinking water drank.
Affecting their minds and dazing their heads!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
This one never sleeps at all.
With infested instigations...
Snuggled up and brought to bed!
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
An instigator
Instigating
Instigations fed!
Escalations,
Appear in their sights.
Warmongers hunger to incite fights.
Determined to burn with precise agitation!
Aggrevating civilizations...
With more repeated irritation.
An instigator like a cancer spreads.
Thirsting on conflicts,
To leave many dead!
Mourning victims with salutes and praises.
Something is in the water,
To daze their crazed heads!
An instigator repeatedly...
Will ensure all nerves are on edge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hater
Chorus
Look at the way she dress
Why ya new girl's a mess
See that I was the best
And now you callin' me a hater
Instigator
But I'ma do what I do
To break up the two of you
How come we didn't work
What's so different 'bout her
It's plain to see that I'm hurt
And I don't care if I'm a hater
Instigator
But I'ma do what I do
To break up the two of you
Verse 1
I saw you with your girl
She ain't your type
Your dissin' me for her
And that ain't right
You need to let her go
'Cause I hear the chick is just a hoe
song performed by by Isyss from The way we do
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Something In The Air
Call out the instigator
Because theres something in the air
Weve got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolutions here
And you know its right
And you know that its right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Run through the fields and houses
Because theres something in the air
Weve got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolutions here
And you know its right
And you know that its right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Call out the instigator
Because theres something in the air
Weve got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolutions here
And you know its right
And you know that its right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Initiator Of The Hit And Run
You!
Instigator.
Initiator of the hit and run,
With a lieing done...
To cover up,
Behind the convenience...
Of protective shadows.
Once you have left the scene...
To squeeze it completely,
Of any feeling for you left...
That will again extend a welcome.
You!
Dilutor of truth.
Misfit of deeds.
And deliverer of falsities exposed.
Enough to make a hypocrite freeze,
In disbelief...
After hearing the words you choose,
To describe your malicious intent...
As an innocent absence of clarity!
But in the midst of character assassination,
You are there to direct with effective deception.
You know exactly what you do and to who.
And whom to use too,
To carry forth the venom stung to sting...
Acknowledging which ears to pick that will listen,
To you flip flop your lips with a licking of a tongue.
You!
Instigator.
Initiator of the hit and run,
With a lieing done...
To cover up,
Behind the convenience...
Of protective shadows,
To do what you do best...
As you premeditate another way to dicreetly deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Cool For School
He walks alone under the big city lights
He always knows just when the time is right
He never shows what he's thinking
He keeps it inside
Because he's too cool for school
He comes alive when the sun goes down
He gets it right
You know he's always down
He's got one eye open and his ear to the ground
Man he's too cool for school
He's an operator
He's a real player
And if you mess with him
You know you'll never win
He's an instigator
Enemy eliminator
And when he knocks you better
You better let him in
He's got his own way of getting things done
He's always looking out for number one
Don't try to beat him 'cause he's already won
Man he's too cool for school
He's an operator
He's a real player
And if you mess with him
You know you'll never win
He's an instigator
Enemy eliminator
And when he knocks you better
You better let him in
He walks alone under the big city lights
He always knows just when the time is right
He never shows what he's thinking
He keeps it inside
Because he's too cool for school
Because he's too cool for school
Because he's too cool for school
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booby Traps
Left neglected proximity abandoned
in a field of smiling vicious landmines.
Friends of instigator female friend
specialist sappers declare mine hidden war.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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And With This Thirsting Craved
With a thirsting craved.
And a hunger of desire...
They believed,
In achieving.
And needed this done...
To satisfy,
What they felt inside.
With a discipline uncommon,
They met and rid themselves...
Of obstacles.
And affirmed success,
Would be theirs!
Or they would not rest.
With this thirsting craved.
And with this thirsting craved,
Everyday there were dues to pay.
And naysayers with nothing positive to say...
But would not get in the way of those who craved.
Those who stayed focused night and day, praying!
Until nothing but Sun would beam from their faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fed Rights to Be Victims
Unwed mothers.
Raising kids.
And doing the same thing...
Their mothers and those before 'them' did.
Giving up their love,
To fatherless men!
And doing the best they can,
With no support at all from them!
Bragging punks on the corners stand.
Without clue or concept in their heads...
What it takes to be a man.
Who amongst them,
Comprehends this or understands?
Seeking to be understood.
These shiftless hoodlums,
In condoning neighborhoods.
With emotions kept deep within.
And some of them portraying thugs...
Depicted in video.
On TV and movies screens!
Believing acts to demean young women,
Gives them 'props'...
They can not drop,
Or intend to stop.
And inside their minds they are vacant of purpose.
Separate from...
The meaning of life itself.
Like a can of packed sardines,
Dusting...
On roach infested shelves!
Seeking to be understood.
These shiftless hoodlums,
In condoning neighborhoods.
With emotions kept deep within.
And fed to crave...
The rights to be victims.
They fight against change.
And the repeated sameness of these visions.
Fed rights to be victims!
Discipline with them did not begin.
With them there is a thirsting lust,
That seems to rush to a hushed dead end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Thirst
How to quell one's thirsting wish
is not an easy quest.
It does not happen overnight
and it offers you no rest.
One must be patient and persevere
and allow for time to pass.
Take up knitting or puzzle fitting
and pray your brain will last.
And do you want the thirst to leave
by filling it with bitter drink?
Better to keep on thirsting.
Better not to think.
So I'll keep on wishing
and play the wanton role.
And if life can't excuse me,
I'll be forgiven by my soul.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Stories Of You (Chapter Eight)
Like a book I wait for you,
to read my pages once again.
I put new words in here, and like the old ones,
they belong to you too,
but I wander if you still want them as before.
By these words I stay,
encouraged by the moon, instigator of love,
to keep writing of you
as the great poets, did with their muses.
I'm not a poet, nor do I strive to become one.
You can call me 'the bad writer of his own feelings'.
Today, I fell in love with you (again! ! , It's like a million times already) .
But you are beautiful as a bride, you know!
Out of you I challenge myself to be,
but it's something that I'm not used to do anymore,
since I gave you my world, to rule over it.
Your kisses don't touch me at all,
the stairs that we don't walk
the blackness of no one around us
and the eagerness of every empty elevator,
I belive have left you
as they leave you cold today.
I question my mind as to why I love you, with such pleasure, and don't stop..
but isn't it obvious!
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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Water
Now everybody tells me youre the dogs best friend
Im the cats meow since I dont know when
Im an instigator from a dead mans town
So when did the whole world turn upside down
When did you change your mind, when did you lose the juice
Now where did you get your attitude
When did you give it away, what did the old man say
And how many babies did you kick today
Now how many nights can the full moon shine
How many bottles of water can you turn to wine
When the blood has flowed against the tides of time
And the water flows forever
Hey hey hey!
Now Im gonna build a boat, Im gonna make it float
cause Im getting the chase for a faraway place
Gonna set the sail, gonna catch some wind
And the big red skys gonna be my only friend
With a boat for two, just me and you
You can be my teacher, I can teach you too
Gonna try a few things that Ive never done
Maybe talk to the fishies, maybe have some fun
Maybe shake my pale fist at the angry stars
While I dance a jig under the eyes of mars
When we get to an island where no ones ever been
We can get down and dirty in our animal skins
And I stand with my thing hanging out in the wind
Where the waters sweet like honey
Hey hey yeah hey hey yeah!
Ive been feeling a chill, from the east wind blue
Its been creeping up slow, have you felt it too?
Have you noticed the look? have you felt the feel?
Did it make you blush when the piggy squealed
Have you heard what they say, did you read the news
Said the old mans coming home a-singing the blues
Gonna whack your fanny, gonna tan your hide
Make your ears turn red, make you gonna cry
Now how many children gonna lose their minds
How many crying girls will be left behind
When the dead start walking and the full moon shines
When the dead start walking and the full moon shines
When the dead start walking and the full moon shines
When the dead start walking and the full moon shines
When the dead start walking... yeah
Now everybody sing to the heavens above
And everybody dance to the sounds of love
Wont you clack your teeth, wont you smack your hands
Wont you dig your little heads right out of the sand
Wont you jiggle your butt, wont you wave your arms
Wont you look like you just came off of the farm
Wont you stop your fighting for a second or two
Wont you help your neighbors, wont you do the do
Wont you taste the sugar, wont you eat the cake
Wont you get your ugly mug right out of my face
Wont you tell your brothers and your sisters tonight,
That you tasted the water and the water was right
Wont you taste the sugar, wont you dance the dance
Wont you wake up please, come on out of your trance
Everybody make believe that you disappear
For a second or two, gonna feel so queer
And you left behind all your rage and fear
And it made you feel like water
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The most intense conflicts, if overcome, leave behind a sense of security and calm that is not easily disturbed. It is just these intense conflicts and their conflagration which are needed to produce valuable and lasting results.
People Claim They Want More Peace
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should not be condoned.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people can't leave this alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people should not this condone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
People claim they want more peace,
But peace is not what people have known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mabel Osborne
Your red blossoms amid green leaves
Are drooping, beautiful geranium!
But you do not ask for water.
You cannot speak! You do not need to speak --
Everyone knows that you are dying of thirst,
Yet they do not bring water!
They pass on, saying:
"The geranium wants water."
And I, who had happiness to share
And longed to share your happiness;
I who loved you, Spoon River,
And craved your love,
Withered before your eyes, Spoon River --
Thirsting, thirsting,
Voiceless from chasteness of soul to ask you for love,
You who knew and saw me perish before you,
Like this geranium which someone has planted over me,
And left to die.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Cancellation
The innocence is like cancer,
A cancellation of heaven
Wherever the world.
Cancer is a camera, a post
To be held in the hand.
The cameraman is gifted,
My warming of the shape is plenty.
Boiling and melting,
Snapping and curling,
My cancer spreads
And conceals itself
Until medicine looks at it,
The doctor connects.
Innocence is a way of cancer.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Found In Our Treasured Constitution
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
With excuses made,
About their accepted way of life.
One that incenses the activation of division...
That spreads like a cancer,
To have no ending in sight.
Although they are responsible for conflicts incited,
Like children they are...
Denying they've started any fights.
And yet those who are observing the initiation of all of this...
Do not wish to admit,
They've been influenced by those given microphones...
To air their 'beefs',
That victimizes those innocent.
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
'We have the right to defend,
Any unrest that we begin.
And 'that' can be found in our treasured constitution.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Creature Is This
What creature is this,
That decides to begin explicit conflicts?
Doing things the opposite...
And spreading contagious disease.
That feeds on hypocrisy,
With such amazing ease!
What creature is this,
Existing in our midst?
Allow to persist with displays of sickness!
Poisonous is the water...
And the air this 'thing' pollutes!
Unsatisfied with its reflection seen...
It destroys anything Mother Nature 'salutes'.
What creature is this,
That can not sit to fit in?
Why is it like a cancer spreading,
With no cure to stop its end!
What creature is this,
With a mind that defines?
And looking for a way,
To slay all goodness that it finds!
What creature is this...
Insisting to plant chaos remembered,
And not to be left behind!
What creature IS this?
Making attempts...
To discourage wishes of peace,
It declines!
What beast is this watched...
As it craves with venom seeking to unwind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I beat myself black and blue!
I dragged myself by the collar
To the center of the open field
None was there
Except some birds and insects
Over my head
Floating freely on the lap
Of the wide and high
And kissing the winds
The cloud lets
Soft and passionate,
Below standing
Me the tragic hero
With stern face
And red eyes
Ready to do the action
To punch to kick
To whip and beat black and blue
For the every vices and evils
He had been or used to do
I would not let him go scot free
To come back to me to accompany
So I pushed him into a bottle
And threw him into the river
The instigator, the provocateur
I the alter ego break up with you for ever!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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If They Knew
Ask anyone who is hungry.
And thirsting from it until it hurts.
Whether or not they have concerns,
If the food delivered to provide them nourishment...
Had been grown in Muslim or Christian dirt.
Or which part of the Earth,
Did it rain upon first...
To supply them with water to drink!
Ask anyone who is hungry.
And many in this position,
What it is they think...
About those who decide...
To incite into their divisions.
Ask them if they would rather not...
Feed to eat or sip to drink,
If they knew what to them had not been known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dimmer Gets the Light
...and dimmer gets the light.
Dimmer does it get for them...
The ones in debate,
On how to do things right.
Wondering if they select one thing,
Will those on the left,
Choose to fight with anger...
Until all days ahead turn into night!
Conflicts continue.
And those of brightness leave.
They take a hike!
...and dimmer it gets for those who can not see!
Dimmer until it becomes bitter in the dark.
And bitterness is all that descends!
Splitting all into hatred.
Sending a hatred fed to feed until all are dead!
Dead from a truth dieing from a lack of belief.
And the dimming that succeeds leaves all to bleed,
In agreement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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