It's Just Another Day
Another senseless public shooting.
Another day to depict someone crazed.
Another dismissing of entitlements and rights,
As to the reasons why people...
Are running for their lives in broad daylight,
While a society diminishes with blinded insights...
To blame their quality of life on kept delusions.
And one who leads as responsible,
For the increase of their madness.
It's just another day,
For denials and deceptions to be accepted.
It's just another day,
For those who cheat, lie, deceive and abuse,
To make claims of any wrongdoing.
It's just another day,
To defend acts of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Withering Rights
On my mind are these times.
With their withering rights.
And those who fight for entitlements,
Without one day spent...
Feeling obligated to answer a call of duty,
To protect and defend them.
While losing a vitality of their 'rights',
Overnight!
And visably shrinking to shrivel,
From their sight.
Leaving most people to feel uptight.
Like spoiled little kids...
Denied their demands for candy.
And on my mind I find,
A comfort still exists...
To rhyme it all with reason,
For purposes to increase my happiness.
And on my mind,
Regardless if it is accepted...
I am going to keep it real for myself.
Regardless of withering rights.
And those deciding to fight for them.
I owe it to myself,
To reach for heights.
Since in my sight...
They will not wither to leave me wondering,
Why this was allowed as I stood and watched.
My rights to life my life as I like,
Are not going to wither.
My rights to dream,
Are still mine to accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gun Toters
Does a madness...
Labelled as it is and justified,
Continue to protect the rights of those...
Clearly crazed with ignorance.
And sending signals of racist intent.
With given and granted sentiments,
To do things documented...
As a tradition,
That is becoming more demented!
Gun toters define for themselves,
What is liberty.
By the rights to wound and maim.
And make claims of self-defense,
A government amendment...
They uphold,
And have not gone against.
With a purpose to hunt anything that is deemed,
Game for sport
And other games supported...
To distort,
Reasons to sell...
And cavort if licensed.
An unapproved I.D.
Could get one a weapon...
Over the internet easily.
To market on the street...
In exchange for drugs.
Or something even more devious,
Secret and discreet!
Does a madness...
Labelled as it is and justified,
Continue to protect the rights of those...
Clearly crazed with ignorance.
And sending signals of racist intent.
Be granted sentiments,
To do things documented as being demented?
Some laws followed today,
As rules in dusted books...
Were clearly devised,
At a time when geese would fly...
At shot by Quakers.
Seeking meals to satisfy!
Now reasons to keep guns under pillows,
Mattresses and near to the bed...
Says a lot about insecurities.
And the fear in people's heads.
They get no sleep...
Awaiting a prowler instead!
Gun toters define for themselves,
What is liberty.
By the rights to wound and maim.
And make claims of self-defense,
A government amendment...
They uphold,
And have not gone against.
Only to witness their children die...
From needless accidents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lifted From This Treason
You've been dazed.
For invested reasons.
Those who are crazed...
Have been taught,
To keep their thoughts
Kneeling on knees.
Saved!
And lifted from this treason.
These acts that attack,
And hold others back...
Are criminal at least!
Freedom has been fantasized,
As a prize denied...
To those restricted.
Others with their eyes opened wide,
See hypocrisies and lies...
As ways to increase defeat!
you've been dazed!
And amazing is your capture.
You've settled for so long,
For the wrong...
And believed that this was right!
saved!
And lifted from this treason.
These acts that attack...
While holding people back,
Are criminal!
Spreading disasters and disease.
God has ordered 'angels'
To show the world...
He is not pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Uncanny About It
It is just uncanny.
And quite a mystery to me...
Why acts or violence,
Inequities and disparites...
With a rise of racial tension,
Could exist to affect the lives of so many.
How can you explain this movement,
That seems to have come...
To change all of our lives so drastically.
'What are you talking about?
Is this another rumor?
Or a new TV show?
Everywhere I go,
People choose to exaggerate or embellish...
The slightest thing.
If people didn't live accepting their denials,
We'd all be living a better quality of life.
And there is nothing uncanny about it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Leads To Madness
Do I feel alright?
Ill go antwhere you say you wanna to take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
cause I feel alright
Ill do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me, far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay
Weve been up all night
Tryin to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin
We wont give ourselves away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Do you feel alright?
An can you see me when youre lookin in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart dont pay
Run away-ay-ay
Dont you give yourself away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our lova leads to madness
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Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
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The Man Rides His Horse
To snare a thought from the deeper mind
Carries a message for the young and old;
This avalanche of my desire is created
By the acts that are mastered by the few.
Then philosophers force their barrels of beer,
The thin men are of the public orders,
The thick men are short and about the aorta
Of the heart, for they are essential beings.
Balanced minds recreate for the majority,
The puzzles are torn into fragments,
Denials are afraid of denials,
And forces are like whole avalanches.
Towards the city a man rides his horse,
They gallop, but he races for his force
Is about the traps in a society,
Fully the society is relentless.
A mind reacts relaxed, with the worst worries,
This agile mind of anger, shall ask for incidents;
The same acts of mine are afoot
With an art of rest - that is the fastest remedy.
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Unified Understanding
People wish to keep their entitlements.
But unwilling to have a dime from them,
Invested to be spent.
People want their quality of life maintained.
Without a sacrifice from them solicited.
Although they approve with recommendation, ,
The sight of others suffering.
People self righteous and self centered,
Think of this life...
As their means to profit and benefit exclusively.
And when their delusions are crushed by nature...
That's the only time they seek,
A unified understanding with a giving to get...
From others...an undeserved empathy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overblown
Remember when this nonsense began,
And you said that it didn't...
And dismissed it?
Remember when
The affects of this started,
To ripple in the wind?
And again you said I was demented?
I don't deny being patriotic then,
Or speaking my mind for unpopular causes.
Publicly crying and singing the blues?
I did that and receive shoulders that were frosted!
But never did I once,
Think I would see these days...
When ignorance would become popular,
And foolishness was praised!
Never did I think,
Values upheld would sit on the brink.
And tumble in the valley ushered there by the crazed!
Watching as I do,
A quality of life I screamed to save...
Be disrespected and accepted,
As it is in this way!
Remember when this nonsense began,
And you said that it didn't...
And dismissed it?
Remember when
The affects of this started...
Rippling gently in the wind?
And again you said I was demented,
'Retarded! '
Remember me saying your denials will come to haunt?
And your stubbornness is nothing for you to flaunt?
Remember me trying to pull you aside?
Trying to shake you awake...
Before this madness created an outbreak,
That will rise?
Remember when you told me to leave you alone?
Well...
You have finally gotten your wish,
And this unconditional chaos you allowed to grow
Unresisted...
Like your unattractive hips!
With you and others like this,
Who are blinded in surrounded 'crisis bliss'...
Has overblown!
'That' is the message you did not get,
But sits condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endorsed Remorse
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And everytime I hear these excuses,
Made in the defense of these social misfits...
I've come to realize how quick some are,
To apply their comprehension...
For a call for all,
To forgive their embarrassments!
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And psychologists are called,
To calm a public fed on decadence.
With attention to examine...
Their lifestyles spent in ignorance,
But no one should pay at their own expense.
And with accepted intelligence,
The media gives them time to explain...
How certain people amongst them live...
Suffer from stress,
That makes them temporarily insane.
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And the business of depicting their enemies,
Continues with alerted threats.
Yet no one with this deluded mindset,
Is described as a terrorist.
With a face splashed over the news,
With a demeaning of their ethnic heritage...
Exclaimed to diminish and to disrespect.
But...
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And all need to empathize,
In reminded sympathy
With the giving to him...
Our endorsed remorse.
Especially in 'his' hour of need!
'Huh? '
He is not responsbile.
Our lack to befriend him...
Has resulted in his acts.
'And the others? '
What about the others?
They have the look,
We have decided as guilt.
They have that guilty presence...
They and the rest of their ilk.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erodes In Substance And Diminishes In Value
When the physicality of things seen,
Determines a respect given to another...
As a means that expresses one's point of view,
About a life lived and the quality of it...
Is also the determining factor,
Why many can not see a way of life...
Trapped by insights limited to materialism,
Erodes in substance and diminishes in value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unquestioned Madness
An escape route from reality has been discovered.
Those cherishing their delusions,
Have come to sigh a breath of relief.
A last minute effort to smother them with truth...
Was discovered to be too cruel.
Too much of it on them released!
And too traumatic an event...
Causing the advent of a massive anxiety,
Carefully prevented.
'Sales revenue and holiday shoppers,
Must be protected!
They must not suspect...
A way of life lived is not accepted.
Shower them with Christmas scents,
And gifts to pick throughout all seasons.'
Fantasies have been extended...
With unlimited pretensions granted for all.
Accountability has been dismissed!
With permissions of accusations,
To inflict those innocent...
With encouragment.
And to become less appalled,
By those left in gutters crawling.
'Free coupons and rebates?
A momentary payoff for those being ripped off!
But kept flooded with delusions! '
This is the bliss that is wished by those sick!
And raising their voices to insist a boasting lift to this,
Unquestioned madness existing.
Is a quality of life needed,
To feed addictions to defend!
And nothing on Earth will keep their beliefs from them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Leads To Madness (Alternate Extended Version)
Do I feel alright?
I'll go anywhere you say you wanna take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
'Cause I feel alright
I'll do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay
We've been up all night
Tryin' to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
'Cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin'
We won't give ourselves away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Do you feel alright?
And can you see me when you're lookin' in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart don't pay
Run away-ay-ay
Don't you give yourself away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
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From A Growing Observation
Anyone living today,
Lost in between false identities...
And not knowing from which of the many delusions,
To pick and keep...
With standards valued slipping from their reach,
Are more than just confused...
In times that seek clear and unclouded visions.
Since those who have long chosen paths to walk,
With a faith communicated and with less talk...
Are not the ones these days,
Found following anyone crazed.
Or teased by promises to taste slices of apple pie.
Those who have chosen to label them as such...
'Crazed with strange ways! '
Seem not to know 'who' they are,
Or for what purpose they exist to hustle, bustle and rush...
To live lives for materialistic reasons to impress,
Throughout each season!
And from a growing observation of those evaluating,
These 'priorities'...
Appear to be a fading cause to provide one happiness.
Although...
Quick they are to defend their chaotic existence,
To announce themselves as, 'Followers of God's wishes.'
Really?
Well...
I hope God forgives the rest of us,
For interpreting His or Her 'wishes'...
With a seeking of a better way to live our lives,
That has a lot less upheaval and no turmoil.
But thank you for the invitation anyway.
We've decided we'd rather have God judge our ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet- The World Is Still Uncivilized
Jumps a woman, in her husband’s pyre!
People called it the practice of ‘sati’;
When women are doused alive, set afire
What is the stage of today’s society?
In orgies and arson, the world today,
Takes away the lives of more innocents;
And emotions high, leads to violence;
So treacherous life seems each day, some way.
And men are killed in cold-blood in daylight;
This world does not seem civilized as yet;
Where is our liberty and human rights?
Man behaves worse than animals, I bet.
Can we remove these evils in some way?
Lord, show us in future, a better day
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Perhaps It Is This Lack Of Discipline
Perhaps there was a sense of responsibility,
Others and myself had perceived as a duty...
When we enisted into the military.
As young men with initiative.
And wanting to prove we had accountability.
Perhaps too it was the knowing,
At the age most of us were 21...
Some of us had married and experienced,
Living away from a known comfort zone...
To begin living lives in other environments,
With a making of a home and on our own.
And perhaps that has been,
The reason for my impatience...
With those who today complain,
About decsions they've made to lay on others blame.
Without having the courage to adventure forward,
To adjust to something new and embrace the change.
And perhaps it is this lack of discipline,
Welcomed by immature grown men and women...
Who believe they are owed entitlements,
Given without earning them...
With demands and claims,
That so many today are clearly insane...
And spoiled by their prioritized delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I prescribe a purgative a rant
The body politic is ill
in urgent need of medicine
It seems that M.Ps lack the will
to exercise self discipline.
They claim to act within the rules.
When they make dishonest claims.
Which proves they are short sighted fools.
Some say the system is to blame
But I for one do not agree
I think each person has to use
The same standards of honesty.
The systems open to abuse,
which does not mean they have to cheat
Although it’s obvious some do
The time has come for a complete
review of rules; long overdue.
Who made the rules? The same M/Ps
who benefit from laxity
Who seem to do just as they please
and have no fear of penalties
The body politic is sick
and it grows sicker every day
This is no time for rhetoric
we have to act without delay.
Expose the loathsome parasites
who now wax fat in secrecy
and curb their greedy appetites.
It is the only remedy
The public is entitled to
demand an end to secrecy.
Insist all claims both old and new
be subject to close scrutiny.
10/05/2009 http; // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
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