Keeping Identified One's Own Insecurities
Those who preach their racist ideals,
Isolate themselves within a biasness...
To inflict restrictions and discomfort.
Keeping identified one's own insecurities,
Does not an expansive mind make.
Or invite inspired enlightened solutions.
A limited consciousness is exposed.
And creates its own defeating challenges.
With proposed enforced limitations.
Weapons made and sold to incite division,
Eventually has its own consequences.
With a convincing to choose power over thought.
There is a need to agonize others into fear.
While a self destruction,
Is noticed.
And appears!
Too late...
For a successful awakening that could heal.
'You talking 'bout White or Black folks?
Or both? '
This is about the destruction of humanity!
Whomever is declaring to be qualified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Racist Point Of View
If I was a white man,
My intelligence...
Would not be considered arrogant.
Nor would I be noticed flaunting my pride.
Or be thought of as a novelty!
But because I am black.
And factually identified with a liking of it.
I am thought to be a fool.
Because I have multiple experiences.
And most folks who like their perspectives kept,
From a racist point of view...
Think all black folks they call niggers are fools.
With a proudness to display their ignorant redneck status.
And being called a cracker they love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance Leads To Comprehension To Digest
Acceptance leads to comprehension to digest.
To learn and progress with an understanding.
It has to be difficult to achieve for anyone who believes...
A picking to choose their own experiences,
Leaves them with an expanded vision.
And many eventually pay exorbitant fees,
Just to keep their limited perceptions isolated...
And unfulfilling,
To discover their lives have been deprived of adventure.
As others choose their lives to live free of enforced restrictions.
'I'm very impressed you have a PHd.
However...
Why do you leave your shoes untied?
Aren't you afraid you invite a 'trip'?
Or had you thought about this to prevent a fall? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walk In the Light
We must fight...
With a resistance,
Against the darkness.
That stranglehold on faith,
Creates obstacles made.
Keeping fear accepted...
Yet unaddressed.
As we collect conflicts,
To protect a duress...
That stresses without rest.
To isolate in separateness,
Has outdated its usefulness.
Like wars started to conquer...
But leaving a seething that breeds hate.
Assuming a destruction brought to others...
Raises consciousness,
That baits a greatness to become admired.
And by who?
We must fight...
With a resistance,
Against the darkness.
We must choose to walk,
In the light.
Absorbing the rays.
With a wish to reflect them!
As if this brightness feeds.
And united as a people...
We can free ourselves,
From the love of shadows.
And barbaric acts kept practiced,
To end them.
Encouraged by new beginnings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You And Adjustment Will Soon Be Introduced
You want a return done to what you miss,
Don't you?
A return to ideals of prosperity.
The kind that dismisses...
Whomever you choose to isolate from your greed.
You want to look down upon others,
To uplift your insecurities.
And a returning back to what you miss...
You feel will accomplish this.
However...
Even if you clicked your heels together three times,
Those scenes will never again for you be replayed.
These days call for adjustments to be made.
And guess what?
You and adjustment will soon be introduced.
And I may be mistakened...
But I see a lifelong relationship developing.
You might be asked for your hand in marriage.
Do you like to ride or be ridden?
Some are not so fortunate...
Especially those expecting to get it both ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is An Indifferent Cruel and Stupid World
It is an indifferent cruel and stupid world-
The Ayatollahs preach genocide
And a hundred nations are hosted by them-
The U.N. Secretary General dignifies them by his presence
Though they have consistently deceived and lied to him and his predecessors-
They preach a medieval exclusive fanatic narrow-
minded doctrine of world domination
as they conceal their race for weapons of mass- destruction
and are traded with and toasted by the Chinese and Russians-
They promise to continue the Nazis work by other means
And the allegedly non- aligned do not contend with them
Shame on these racist haters
And shame on their collaborators
Shame on Humanity
For our having such contemptible creatures among us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Intended For Humanity
That which has been made to believe...
And that which is a 'divine' perception given,
And received.
May conflict.
And restrictions are enforced.
To endorse a conformity.
What is intended for humanity...
Has been based upon interpretation.
Mostly by those who have chosen,
A direction to impose.
And which beliefs would be condoned.
The Earth we inhabit,
Has always been a sphere...
Allowing life to breed and leech upon it!
Before explorers discovered this fact,
This world had one time been considered flat.
Did earlier civilizations like the Eygptians know that?
And where did their knowledge come from?
Many thousands of years...
Prior to religious zealots decided to adopt fears,
To entice and develop separatism and division!
Decisions were made with 'supernatural' precision.
And yet...
Humanity continues a quest to comprehend it all,
Beyond our current 'fenced in' limitations!
With a certain 'breakthrough' that comes...
To enlighten and heighten our selective consciousness.
Note:
'Zealot' as interpretated by the Merriam Webster's
Collegiate Dictionary-Tenth Edition
Zealot: (1537) A member of a 'fanatical' sect arising
in Judea during the first century A.D. and militantly
opposing the Roman domination of Palestine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Locating Weapons Of Mass Destruction
Who is responsible?
Responsible for globally
perceived as general
flouting of United Nations
Security Council resolutions?
As our esteemed world’s
solution supposed
pre-eminent
peace-keeping body?
What’s up?
Where is de problem?
Where solutions?
Iraq agreed to UN searches.
Weapons of mass destruction
were US Bush administration;
fabricated sold news wholesale
justification for invading Iraq!
Saddam never possessed WMD’s
in close to huge stockpiles
never found never existed
coalition forces used WMD’s!
A single combat ready
stalking American aircraft
carrier is a supreme fleet
strike mother load
weapons platform
of mass destruction!
Splitting image from the poem ‘Flouting UN Security Council Resolutions? ’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Obvious and Demean
Who decided how we 'should' live,
Is deserved?
And the way we live...
In the pursuit of less conflict,
Is insignificant?
What few with 'pull' and 'balls'
With injurious intentions for all...
Collected to connect,
To upset
With disturbing peacelessness?
More obvious and demean.
More of this rise in hatred seen.
And...
More of a correctness comes to intervene.
It is yet seen,
But comes.
And for those who see it coming closer,
It shows.
Who decided how we should live?
In prefabricated fears to defend with deceit?
The greedy?
Of selfishness needs to fill whims,
To discard on the fields of disrespect!
Like their own children,
They feed lust, filth and cheating...
As a way in life to succeed.
With a harboring jealously that hides,
Internal insecurities.
Now..
They make attempts,
Trying to convince...
With restrictions of physical borders,
Constructed and fenced.
And...
These are those of them,
Who steal and claim power with such recklessness?
With an accepted seductiveness for desires to inspire,
Chaos!
And believe by confessing it,
Gains them a visit from the Pope?
And he comes...
Provoked!
And he told them.
All was well...
Until the few of incompetance,
Decided to whip up tricks to depict
Leadership to lead us into unending battles!
To instill,
Their version...
Of a living hell.
And doing it just for their own demonic ways to thrill.
Themselves.
And now with new inventions to restrict.
Any noncomformist ideas to circumvent...
To avoid with common sense,
What is being done.
They prepare...
Choices they announce:
'Either run away further into doubt?
Or stand to make a call for change!
If you dare.
And if you do it will be done our way.
Black? White? Hispanics or others...
Chosen to dislike as we incite division.'
Whether they proceed to succeed or fail.
Will be on their diminishing consciousness.
More obvious and demean.
And...
More of a correctness comes to intervene.
It is yet to be seen,
But comes.
And for those who see it coming closer,
It shows.
And those who oppose what is being done...
Run!
But to where?
Since when it comes,
It comes to make it clear...
It comes from everywhere to silence fears,
And dry the tears from whomever they may fall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Determination
A self determination,
Could be applied more effectively...
If those hired to oversee communities,
Found their jobs to leech elsewhere.
And left those qualified to do it...
To inspired themselves,
With their own wishes and ideals.
This would be much more appealing,
Than having outsiders,
Decide and choose the fates of others.
However...
Keeping those subservient,
Has benefits for many.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Iraqis are not threatened by the Turks or by the Iranians or by the Saudis and they tell me that these are not weapons of mass destruction, they are weapons of self-destruction.
They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Women) The Other Side Of Laughter
w. m. d. ”s does not mean weapons of mass destruction
But! Women! Men s destruction.
They attract you with their looks and charms
And bodies that will put you in “ self destruct”.
But to them that’s not enough.
They want to control your mind from
Now till the end of time.
Like a hamster in a play pen
With a beginning but no end.
You climb on that “spinning wheel of life”
And run like hell
While they watch and laugh
And ring that bell.
They are truly men s destruction!
And I think that’s the way it will always be.
(Ha-ha enjoy it women of the world)
poem by Louis Rams
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If The Intention For Peace Was Reached
The madness that is there,
And some have declared...
Is for them in the sharing of it!
Is there for them to declare,
Ruin upon humanity.
If it is recognized for what it is,
And attempts are made to prevent...
An existence of it,
Is a legitimate undertaking.
Only,
And if...
It is not presented,
As a natural occurrence.
It isn't!
There is nothing natural,
About the spreading of a disease.
Prevention would not be mentioned,
If the intention for peace was reached.
Conflicts, chaos and division....
Have been made neccessities of life,
By those wishing to inflict,
A desperate attachment they have...
To self destruct!
And those validating a destruction,
To maintain a peace...
Worship the wicked ways of demons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seen Without Weapons
Awaken with love in your heart.
And a willingness to show it.
Those who choose to arm with armor...
Aren't as strong as the tree that is witnessed.
Or the Sun that shines bright.
When seen without weapons to defend.
.
Even the laughter of children,
Can melt a frigid shoulder!
And as I grow older...
I see the power of love maintained.
With a strength that remains,
To heal all wounds
When the fields supporting battle...
Have been deserted!
Doomed by undeserved fear.
And realized...
From eyes that have ceased,
A search for conflict!
Landscapes left in destruction...
Leaving evidence of hate,
Provide no comfort!
Nor peace of mind that stays!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talking About Us
(j. spinks)
Late last night I was sitting all alone
You were there on the end of my phone
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
In my mind I just wanted you there
Run my fingers through your hair
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
Late last night you know I needed you there
I was sitting kinda back in my chair
You were talking to me I was thinking bout us
All I wanted was to see you undress
I could picture you more or less
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking ? bout us oh, la, la, la, la
Oh oh la, la, la, la
Last night it was getting kinda late
I got the message and you knew I couldn? t wait
I was thinking ? bout you you were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
That? s you and me babe
I was thinking bout you you were talking bout us
I was thinking bout you you were talking bout us
song performed by by Outfield
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Talking 'bout Us
LATE LAST NIGHT I WAS SITTING ALL ALONE
YOU WERE THERE ON THE END OF MY PHONE
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
IN MY MIND I JUST WANTED YOU THERE
RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I CLOSED MY EYES COS I WAS OUT OF CONTROL
FROM FINGERS TO THE TIP OF MY TOES
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
LATE LAST NIGHT YOU KNOW I NEEDED YOU THERE
I WAS SITTING KINDA BACK IN MY CHAIR
YOU WERE TALKING TO ME I WAS THINKING 'BOUT US
ALL I WANTED WAS TO SEE YOU UNDRESS
I COULD PICTURE YOU MORE OR LESS
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I CLOSED MY EYES COS I WAS OUT OF CONTROL
FROM FINGERS TO THE TIP OF MY TOES
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING ?BOUT US OH, LA, LA, LA, LA
OH OH LA, LA, LA, LA
LAST NIGHT IT WAS GETTING KINDA LATE
I GOT THE MESSAGE AND YOU KNEW I COULDN?T WAIT
I WAS THINKING ?BOUT YOU YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I CLOSED MY EYES COS I WAS OUT OF CONTROL
FROM FINGERS TO THE TIP OF MY TOES
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
THAT?S YOU AND ME BABE
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
song performed by by Outfield
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Saddam Hussein has been tenacious in his pursuit of weapons of mass destruction and, unless he is removed from power, he will eventually harm our nation and our allies. Every moment we delay allows him to grow stronger.
quote by Richard Shelby
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Liberals should not overplay this weapons of mass destruction card, because you want me to tell you the truth? Most of us are not going to care if they don't find these weapons of mass destruction. It's enough for a lot of us to see those kids smiling on that street again.
quote by Dennis Miller
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Look How Limited And Dim That Point Of View Is
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Remember those cowboy and indian days.
And the cavalry lead by John Wayne...
Saved every studio making movies,
In old Hollywood.
And our sense of greatness,
Was raised to new heights.
We taught our picked enemies how to fight!
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And in denial many wont admit it in public.
As if their mindset does not reflect their ideals.
It does.
Any human being can feel the insignifance of it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Look how the punching of holes in a once floating boat,
Sinks it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And many just lay on the beach to tan.
Without knowing a thing about swimming!
Or which deeds to uphold in respect and demand.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And I'm just observing it.
Not passing judgement on this at all.
I choose not to stall my forward pace.
I choose to widen my perceptions...
As I move my mind into a broader space.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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