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Kept In The Worshipping Of Fear

I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.

Those who have turned a blind eye,
To allow this sleaze to slither...
While dancing to the beat and 'weeding',
Have made this investment for their children.
With dividends to rhythmically stay high as a goal.

I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.

And those who have remained on their knees,
Praying to be released from this reality they've created...
Without knowing to 'whom' or 'what' they pray to,
Have brought into their own lives their own set of demons.
To ensure they are kept in the worshipping of fear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Was Delivered

Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you,
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because its true.
Now, I hope you wont object to this,
Giving back all of what you owe,
The fewer words you have to waste on this,
The sooner you can go.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Nothing was delivered
But I cant say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be,
Yes, for telling all those lies.
Now you must provide some answers
For what you sell has not been received,
And the sooner you come up with them,
The sooner you can leave.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.
(now you know)
Nothing was delivered
And its up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made evrybody pay.
No, nothing was delivered,
Yes, n someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then thats how long that youll remain.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beyond The Testing Of Accepting Mentalites

How can anyone learn to avoid or escape,
From those dangers of their own creations.
If...
Those creations and dangers to be faced,
Has origins developed from sensations faked.
By a taking away,
Only that which appears...
On a surface that seems to stay in one place.

And...
Nothing below,
Exposes roots spirited in realms kept...
Knowing without a showing,
An eternal mysteriousness...
Beyond the testing,
Of accepting mentalities...
Limited,
As they were made to exist!

Beyond the testing of accepting mentalities,
Unaware...
They have been watched.
From places...
Manmade time does not start or stop.

And that acknowlegement,
Is not considered to be there...
Aware,
Of such a disrespecting theft.

Leaving those creations made,
To become vulnerable to undergo...
Dramatic and shocking traumatic change.
Within and not there about...
Outside to focus upon,
With an interpreting to satisfy...
Inside their brains.

Only that which 'is' elevated...
Can re-arrange to make change.
And...
One of those changes comes,
To those doers of misdeeds...
Soon!

And...
One of those changes comes to stun,
The doers of misdeeds...
To leave no room for disbelief,
Or debates preconceivng what this is...
For them to assume.

It comes to clarify the truth of 'Its' power.
It comes to clarify,
When that hour...
Upon us all,
Arrives!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somebody, Somewhere Claims To Have Proof

Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.

Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.

Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Where is it?
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Does it exist?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.

Can a duck pass as a pheasant?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof.
But...
Where is it revealed?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof,
Kept hidden and concealed.
Yet...
Somebody, somewhere confuses truth,
That those who 'Do' are not the losers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: The Judgment Day Is Near

Whatever feat great, man performs on earth,
However long a life he may yet live,
Someday, the thread of life is cut my death!
However wise, no excuse can he give.

The Reckoning-day tho’ far is very near!
No one escapes the Lord’s just punishment;
To evil souls remains Hell’s gruesome fear,
Where darkness pitch-black lights the firmament.

No earthling dare be clever with the Lord!
The Maker questions only to the point;
No evil-doers escape His just rod;
The righteous men with bliss, He will anoint.

Help me prepare my soul for Judgment-day
Render Thy Graces plenty, God I pray.

poem by John Celes
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Hes Evil

Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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With High Expectations To Be Forgiven

It never ceases to amaze me,
How those doers of misdeeds...
Can excuse themselves from them,
So easily.

And...
With high expectations to be forgiven,
They forgive themselves...
Before the victim mentioned gives consent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Never Too Late

An influence not received,
By young children unfamiliar with discipline...
In their most impressionable and growing up years,
Is almost impossible to prioritize.
Especially when those disguises,
Have been tried on and adorned.

Listening to a lecture delivered by either mom or dad,
When a sitting behind prison bars...
Has been an effective sentence given.
Aspects then mentioned about moral values...
And the benefits of maintaining good sportsmanship,
Is about as meaningful with content...
As dangling a steak in front of a starving dog.

What purpose is a lesson to teach...
To captivate with imagination,
If the classroom has been long cleared of its students?
And every avenue to one's learning process,
Has been padlocked.

Those who argue it's never too late,
To initiate the implementation of an investment...
With the expectation of dividends,
That will benefit handsomely the lives of their children?
Well...
Not to be perceived as a pessimist,
There are those times when one waits much too long...
To get an effective message across.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sisters of Faith

Sally portrayed a flying nun
Hollywood made a joke of her
Sisters of faith, restore hearts
The place where no one depleting soul
speaks of her

Discipline, comes to children who accept it
I for one have no regrets
From my young mans days
You earned my respect
Helped change my wicked ways

Many hours
Endless prayers
If cakes were made with souls
You've made them with many layers

For evil doers and ney sayers
Righteousness and hope from sisters of faith
Still give children a chance
To feel spirits soar, they look to the sky
Until life on earths final dance
death comes
no more

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXII: Laugh

there's laugh, forced laugh
laugh, gentle rejection without word
laugh, looking sympathy with laugh
laugh but actually doesn't laugh
hiding anger, hiding pain
cheerful laugh but alone inside
why you try hard to impress people?
tired and wounded more
laughing your foolish joke
and crying life in the dark room
laugh for yourself
laugh with your heart
and you'll never regret to try an honest laugh

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The BS-ness of a Theory

Prone to lie.
Prone to seek alibis...
To coverup and deny.
Prone to articulate,
A relevance that deceives.
Prone to believe the BS-ness of a theory,
Planned and delivered...
Will be conceived and passed,
For the masses to perceive.
As reality!
To support and cloak,
Their disguises hidden.
To choke and maim all minds.
While those who suffer from these intentions,
Are left alone in their despair...
And driven to isolation.
While others stand on their backs...
To brag and boast,
Of such affairs!
In these desperate times.
Attacking those of lack with laughter.
With a thoughtlessness they dare to share...
To profit from these misdeeds long after!
How sinister,
Are they...
Who stir their own defeat!

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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It Is A Joke

it is a joke
and it will always be
a joke

that how it is,
it is a joke, my own joke, and i laugh
when i remember it,

i send it to you and you send it back
like a ping-pong ball
it bounces and i see it coming
back to me

it hits me right in my eyes
got double vision, cross-eyed

i am hurt. It is not a joke anymore.
it is here beside
a tear, a bruise, stained and scarred.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like Most People Evil

During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those caught up in their wicked ways...
Will not suspect,
Themselves to be targeted to be repaid.
Like most people evil,
They believe themselves above refute.
Like most people evil,
They believe whatever they do...
Will not return back upon them to haunt.
And taunt them for their rest of their lives.

During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those responsible for the abuse of others...
No matter how these afflictions upon them done,
Those people evil and enjoying it...
Will come to feel and know,
The meaning of pain.
And like most people evil,
What they come to experience for their misdeeds...
Will be attempted to be the blame to claim on others.
Like most people evil in the midst of what they do,
Campaigning to inflict themselves with their own sorrows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Joke

a joke makes me laugh
because of the twist that i have not anticipated

sometimes it is not that way
we may not want it but we even laugh without the twist
without the joke

we laugh because it has become too bitter
and there is no other possible option

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Haunted By Their Own Misdeeds

One should never base their opinion given,
Received from another...
To judge someone else with purposes to defame.
The outcome to them delivered by such actions...
May not return the same to shame.
However...
The chances that the consequences faced,
Seldom embraces them to favor.

Since most people are often haunted,
By their own misdeeds.
Squeezing from their minds,
A comforting of rational sensibilities.
Left to themselves they are.
And abandoned.
To convalesce on their own alone.
And a wish to sleep peacefully at night,
Is rare.
As unfamiliar sounds come to creep in the silent air.

'Who's there? '
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
'I can hear your footsteps.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.

'Slowly...as a stalking panther,
I can hear you coming up the stairs.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.

And when the dawn comes to find them shaking,
Crotched in the corners to hide from darkened shadows...
Lifted.
It is soon discovered,
A door thought locked and bolted had been left open.
Leaving them to wonder...
How many visits like this will be repeated?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children

welcome dear heart of the few, who lives and
drink through out the ages, the race that guide
every phase of the earth, renew and subdue, all
what the world can give

as you go, seldom I hear your sweet yawn! The
little tiger as it cried, the laugh that makes all
smile, the smooth and shinny skin makes the
whole morning bright, the small finger that move
slowly, of which stroll our way so easy, all is a
miniature of what our lives so funny and happy

now the endless ages has gone, you become
one, in the universe, where everyone have to
stand, the wonderful echo of call, I hear it before
and now have come to talk with me on the sand I
want to land

the children of today, wake your own senses, its
you who should lead the way, the you, the I, the
we that will brings unity in the day to come, where
only the children of today has brought reality of
this world we stay

come as you run, the smile the cheer, the
laugh and the fancy joke, to the wonderland are
gone and diminish, be alert the world is so
slippery and the pathway is so dark, lou! the star
above now it shows, for the guiding star always
look below and the eyes that see find it easy, for
the way of the children lives in every pupil
everyone can see

poem by Antonio Liao
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Yes, Evil Does Exist

Yes,
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.

There is a call from those of peace,
To have peace from us cheered and hailed.
But evil has to be combatted.
And to do it,
We must stand tall.
And not crawl on the ground,
Like frightened sand dwelling snails!

Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.

And the ones who chase deceit away,
Must be praised and not diminished.
They are the ones to dare to face the truth.
With a struggle to end evil!
Knowing by confonting it...
Will expose evil,
And the doers of it 'snuffed' out quick.
IF...
We do not succumb to the ways,
Evil plays...
On the minds of those unconscious,
To get its wickedness done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the other hand, I think that the family, the traditional family, has a fundamental social role, because it's there that children are born and the investment in children is the greatest investment a country can make. The benefits of this investment go to everyone.

quote by Rocco Buttiglione
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I Loved the Way You Did It

Hey...
I am the joke.
And you are the teller of them.
Remember?
I do.
I will always remember your laughter.

No!
I do not accept your apology.
I like things just the way they are.
With you believing me to be a joke.
And the laughter those jokes at my expense,
Would bring...
I do not wish it any other way.

You have no idea,
Just how inspiring you have been.
Hey...
I am the joke.
And you are the teller of them.
Remember?
I do.
I will always remember your laughter.
By all means...
Continue.

I loved the way you would laugh at me,
In the presence of others.
Can you still do that?
I loved the way you did it.

No.
Please.
You are spoiling my fun.
Don't apologize.
Laugh at me.
Laugh at me.
I loved the way you did it

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dividends Returned

You deserve, earn and get...
The dividends returned,
From your wise investment.

Treat me,
Like I am your treat to eat.
Like a burst of flavor quinching your thirst!
And I will provide the motivation encouraged...
To flourish undisturbed,
The nourishment from you that purges.

Speak to me in unregretted respect.
And you will never regret...
Or need to worry what from me comes next!
For you I will be direct and uncomplexed.
To leave you never to wonder,
If I have delivered to you my best.

You deserve, earn and get...
The dividends returned,
From your wise investment.

I will give for you to see...
Only evidence believed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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