It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Do This With That As a Skill
His ability to leech.
And do this to reach heights...
Is remarkable.
And to do this with that as a skill,
Is phenomenal.
He should live to leech forever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You See Life With a Wish to Leech
You,
Are much too negative.
And you wish to impose it,
Upon those who oppose it.
You,
See life with a wish to leech.
To satisfy selfish whims.
You are in it to gain.
Not to lose but to win.
And there is nothing wrong,
With desiring success.
But you wish it to be given...
Believing the taking of it,
Brings you a happiness.
You,
Are much too negative.
And you wish to impose it,
Upon those who oppose it.
You,
See life with a wish to leech.
To satisfy selfish whims.
You are in it to gain.
Not to lose but to win.
No matter who you choose,
To endure your sufferings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are Not Of This Earth
We are not of this Earth.
Just to leech and feed our greed.
We are here to serve...
As observers.
For a purpose to gather information.
And to resist temptation.
No one is 'exclusive'.
We are all inclusive.
Although some become seduced.
By the 'illusion' to use and abuse.
But this Earth we take for granted...
Should not be slighted.
To enhance blight!
Or incite racial fights to divide.
To conquer over others.
And to reduce them to limitations...
To control at their disadvantage!
We are not of this Earth.
Just to leech and feed our greed.
We are here to serve...
As observers.
For a purpose to gather information.
And to resist temptation.
That ultimately increases,
Suffering and the affects...
Of complete and total devastation.
That a chaos breeds,
And leads to a demise...
Coming to us next!
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Beneath the Surface
If you dare to look into
A world where you may not be you
Then go ahead and feed the leech
That absorbs all its jagged teeth can reach
For the reflection takes all you are
Every bruise and jagged scar
And puts them for you to plainly see
Or, at least, so it believes
For the mirror can only steal
What one chooses to reveal
As every secret, every story
Remains privately concealed
So, yes, the mirror may have its chance
To take you face with just a glance
But your soul will still flourish indeed
With no outside sources crippling
The gentle spirit within the scars
That can grow up towards those hopeful stars
While beneath the surface still remains
An image no leech can sustain
So if you dare to look into
A world where your face is not on you
Smile while the clueless glass shows what it sees
Never knowing the beauty that lies beneath
Drugged on Status and the Superficialness of Looks
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
Drugged on status and the superficialness of looks.
Giving themselves over to bad diets without insight...
With a lack of discipline,
That now has caught up to each one of them!
Addicted to worshipping false gods and 'things'.
Believing confessing 'sins' will produce for them wings.
Distorted by their own reflections,
They believe their neighbors envy!
And sickened by myths...
To limit the lives God has blessed them with,
They sit reduced to produce their own sorrows in ignorance!
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
And none could care less,
How to spell 'shallow' or address it!
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Those Who Declare Themselves Proud and Beautiful
They don't speak to them
Because of what was said
To a family member,
Associated to a relative of a friend.
And that friend is rumored to be gay
On the down low and cheating
With the first cousin's lesbian wife.
And the commuters could care less
About any of this as they trespass
To collect and run.
This has all been a setup...
To leave the inner cities,
As a place they do not wish to live
But leech!
Gang wars on turf those fighting don't own.
Drug confiscations done...
While everyone is spied upon!
Either filmed by street cameras,
Or illegal phone tappings...
By those who satisfy their justified immorality!
And the commuters could care less
About any of this as they trespass
To collect and run.
This has all been a setup...
To leave the inner cities,
As a place they do not wish to live
But leech!
Every street has at least one church,
To praise something that's said to represent 'God'.
And no one thinks it strange or odd,
These areas of high crime produce higher illiterate rates.
With illegitimacies of all kinds taking place...
And fostered!
Those elected to terms take turns debating fates.
Handing out pamphlets to those who can not read,
Write or recite a word understood!
But it's 'all good' in these depressed neighborhoods.
Since the people aren't aware,
Just how valued their presence is there!
They are used to fund all of the profit to them...
For them never comes!
But supports activities for those 'assigned'
To enrich their lives with grants and subsidies!
And the commuters could care less
About any of this as they trespass
To collect and run.
This has all been a setup...
To leave the inner cities,
As a place they do not wish to live
But leech!
They don't speak to them
Because of what was said
To a family member,
Associated to a relative of a friend.
And that friend is rumored to be gay
On the down low and cheating
With the first cousin's lesbian wife.
And this is the life lived by those
Who declare themselves proud and beautiful!
Devoting time to diversity...
With federal funds in communities,
Outsiders decide who qualifies!
In acts that are clearly apartheid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed But Having No Purpose
If this was exclusively about me,
I would not for you choose to bleed.
Or unselfishly give my time.
There is a sacrifice made.
This has nothing to do,
With a personal escapade.
Or an ego to parade...
To manipulate one's state of mind.
Although I do admit,
There is some pleasure I get out of it.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
To commit with devotion to what one does,
May be interpreted as a seeking of attention.
But if another benefits from what is done...
Is one more concerned as to who receives credit?
When a wholesomeness is shared and no one regrets it.
I often wonder about this.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
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A skilful leech is better far, than half a hundred men of war.
quote by Samuel Butler
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In Fear
Iain De Caestecker, Alice Englert, Allen Leech
from In Fear (2013)
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Parasite
you must be a good man
you still smile
as the leech sucks your blood
and it is bloating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The leech
A leech sucked up blood
From my body until I
Poured some salt on it
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Imitation Game [Sandwiches]
Benedict Cumberbatch, Allen Leech
by Graham Moore from The Imitation Game (2014)
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Look, ye hook
Don't like itch you leech
Out, I will not click but kick
haiku by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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With An Edible Feeding of Nonsense
Some people believe they are above and not equal.
With abilities to steal and thieve.
But all of us on Earth have come...
From Earth to leech.
And I am fascinated!
Some people have this 'thing' about their rights.
And they select which groups are not qualified.
But I observe us here breathing together,
The air that God supplies.
And I am fascinated.
By what is perceived.
I'm fascinated...
By the afflictions that lead to limited beliefs.
But not long do I stay in that frame of mind,
With my own life to live on a mission to satisfy,
My own curiosities.
And I've got plenty of them.
With less time to spend among those enriched,
With an edible feeding of nonsense prescribed...
To devour.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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despot rants - no trust
bestowed on boudoir and chest
leech beast beaten
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Continually finding excuses for taking a small glass of brandy and water.
quote by John Leech
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Usurp and Stay a Fixture
No matter what others may think of me,
I am here for you.
And if I did not mention them,
You would not know they exist.
Not in the way I do.
With them I have had it; I am finished!
You are on my priority list to assist.
And they are scavengers seeking to leech.
With the feeding of nonsense kept in reach.
Hoping to devour someone's time.
To usurp and stay a fixture on their nerves.
And with their minds to use and torment as they wish.
'Use syrup and stay makes absolutely no sense.'
Do worry about it.
This exchange of dialogue is apparently not for you.
But thank you for being here for the practice of it!
You have proven,
That eye contact does not necessarily mean absorption.
'And I thank you for underestimating my intelligence.'
No problem.
Anytime.
You are most deserving.
However...
Aside from that,
I've got your back.
And I do mean that sincerely.
We need each other.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of a Much Needed Self Evaluation
Your creation has suffered,
From a disrespecting neglect.
And an absence of trust!
That's why it crumbles.
Not from threats you fear.
With desires and wishes,
To keep 'this' protected.
As others you demean...
In jeering and taunting scenes.
Unpolished and rusting.
Ignored and collecting dust.
And this is what you believe,
Seeds the feeding of jealousy?
This is what you perceive...
Others desire as a must?
So deluded are your addicting lusts.
So self righteous...
Are your own beliefs you cuss!
As you leech without benefit,
Of a much needed self evaluation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Different Twigs On Rooted Trees
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
If one accepts the meaning of consciousness,
Life given to live will display...
An array of qualities,
Humanity blesses us to receive.
This Universe beholds many complexities,
Out of our control.
Although we demand with selfishness,
To insist we can rule and suppress...
What we choose and refuse what is detested!
Feeding a continuum of conflict and unrest.
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
And 'not' the creators of upsetting conflicts and diseases,
Left!
Like pests.
And not the self righteous 'saviors' professed!
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
However...
Too many of those are still enclosed,
In shells too hard!
And too thick to birth from the surface to bloom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Dust To Dust
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
To leech with a feeding.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
Until that leeching fed is done.
By you...
And me!
And...
Everyone.
Leechers!
Creatures!
And thieves under the Sun.
We be sighted to be unseen,
To hush when that moment comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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