Living High and Mighty
There are no halls of 'justice'
Where the elitists and those of greed feed.
These folks feel entitled to manipulate laws.
And choose to screw who they do at will.
Everyday they play with lives,
As their constitutional right!
Believing they are above the law.
To change with addendums...
At the desire of their own appetites.
And they only represent themselves.
Living high and mighty...
As their pockets swell!
Knowing themselves too well,
To be untouchable!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over The Top And Unneccesary
Let's face it!
We live to know some animosities felt.
It is an experience of living a life,
Teased by a variety of choices...
From which to pick and choose.
And some adapt to adjust.
While others can not seem to stop.
Many dissatisfied,
And craving just to feed a need to greed...
Will always feel themselves to be entitled,
To what others have.
No matter what they've got.
Even if their actions to get it...
Are over the top and unneccesary.
Let's face it!
We live to know some animosities felt.
And those who carry their immaturities,
To the heights of extreme...
Will always feel they are justified,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Even if this means demeaning the lives of others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Screw It All
Screw the World
Screw my friends
Screw the lies that never end
Screw my mom
Screw my dad
Screw the way I feel sad
Screw my teachers
Screw my school
Screw the life of one man's rule
Screw my clothes
Screw my nose
All it is is a fake pose
Screw my body
Screw my face
Screw all the parts below my waist
Screw your life
And Screw mine
Screw the rich who drink and dine
Screw the poor
Screw the sick
All it is is a load of gick
Screw my money
Screw my car
Oh my God, I'm so sick of it all!
poem by Artemis Zeus
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Public Safety
You have no 'constitutional' rights,
To police protection.
The police are there to uphold the 'law'.
Public safety...
That's all!
And 'if' it has been determined,
That 'law' has been broken...
Guess who is going to jail?
That is certain.
Those 'laws' will prevail!
People yelling, 'Protect me and mine! '
Will find themselves ignored,
Most of the time!
Police are trained to deal with you psychologically...
However,
Your individual needs...
Are not theirs to feed!
Your rights to protect yourself is best.
And that's why the streets are full of such unrest!
IF you have problems with this as it is...
Know what those laws are!
And why crime has risen...
Bringing folks to tears.
And your individual feelings,
Are not part of constitutional business!
You have no 'constitutional' rights,
To police protection.
The police are there to uphold the 'law'.
Public safety...
That's all!
And your taxes 'may' be used,
To fill a pothole!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe So...
does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...
does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...
does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...
do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....
but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...
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When The Money Is Right
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
But when it fades away,
People feel and looked disgraced.
As if embarrassed and filled with hate.
And with an emptiness inside that takes place...
They then create racist activities,
Seething to draw someone's blood to bleed.
With an irateness baited to please.
Shown with those of insecurities...
Without resources from others to squeeze!
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
A selfishness bites...
Whether money is right,
Or not!
Oh...oh!
Oh...oh!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right,
Few have sleepless nights!
With dreams of making,
And taking it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Untouchable
I thought I had...
Been untouchable.
And then you came...
With a touch,
That got inside of me.
I thought I'd come,
To leave alone...
But meeting you,
Came to change...
So much those possibilities.
And maybe if you knew,
What it felt to feel denied...
You'd know what's been there,
Deep inside...
Trying to quiet those sighs I hide.
You don't know what it's like...
To be the one untouchable.
No!
If you knew what that's like...
You would touch me,
All the time.
Knowing what it is I wish.
And knowing what is wished I miss...
You could replenish.
And more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Comes Knowing
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you think he is oblivious to the obvious?
And living in a preferred time zone.
Comforted by hidden insecurities...
And deluded by the absence of practiced truths?
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you believe,
One who has been made to feel an 'outsider'...
Does not perceive,
Who receives him as he is!
Amongst those who are quick...
To ridicule him with their negative judgements.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
And...
He is guided by the 'Divine'!
In time,
You will discover that.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
And knowing he does...
What will and must take place,
To clean up disgraceful traces left,
By those who have lived their entire lives unchallenged...
Thoughtless.
And,
Born to feed their greed!
Prepare...
For the 'We Can and 'We Will'
Winds of change to blow,
Dramatically across the land!
And free of addicting pollutants.
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These Elitists
They have concerned themselves,
More with the vote...
And not the folks.
A splitting done in Washington,
Between those conservative and liberal.
As people are living lives...
Trying to survive.
And caring less who is democratic,
Or republican!
And whose ego thrives!
While humanity lives in a suffering.
Through an economic downturn,
Procrastinators bring.
There is a quality of life rapidly evaporating.
And those in the know...
Realize this is not what they chose!
A fighting between those of selfish means...
Has some caring less who is being burned.
As long as they keep divisions seen and in vision...
With an outdated bickering...
To mask a secret thieving.
That progresses the magnitude,
Of a tremendous mess.
And what is really needed to diminish the status quo...
Is a massive psychiatric treatment that is bestowed.
And heeded to administer immediately.
Upon the minds of these elitists.
Crazed to represent days,
Long gone that even then made no sense.
Not if it led their followers,
To today's demented conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chubby Mugs
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is endearing!
And to do this and feel entitled?
Clearly mentally and physically,
Handicapped...
Are these folks who do that.
Although those who choose,
To be politcally correct...
May become upset by others expressing,
Their direct assessments.
That seem harsh and openly stated,
With a degree of disrespect.
However,
The ones with their chubby mugs...
Are offensive to the eyes.
As well as to those who are health consciously wise.
If people are adding pounds their bodies don't need,
Who pays for this...
Ultimately?
You and me.
We have to step aside to have these FAT folks,
Accomodated unnecessarily!
And there are already enough excuses made,
To raise and pocket taxes!
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is something to be endeared?
And to do this and be entitled too?
At 'my' expense?
As if looking like a bloated float,
Is something to prove?
With a diminishing of what I value?
And that is my good sense...
I had to experience with my 'own' ignorance?
I simply do not think so!
Living waddling like this,
Is not the right way to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Your Spirit Right
Practice.
Active,
Prayer...
Everyday,
You can!
Be active in the practice,
Of prayer...
Everyday.
You can!
Care less about the he said,
Or she said...
Conflicting pickers of fights.
They'll keep you awake with sleepless nights.
Be true to your practice,
In active...
Prayer,
Everyday.
You can!
Erratic tactics,
Keep captive...
With distractions,
To minimize your pride.
Don't worry about their appetites...
For doing things the wrong way.
You stay on the side of what's right,
Now!
Practice.
Active,
Prayer...
Everyday,
You can!
Be active in the practice,
With swift actions of your prayers...
Everyday.
You can!
Get your spirit right!
Let backbiters do what they do.
You can choose not to approve!
Just keep your practice,
Active...
In prayer,
Everyday.
You can!
Don't worry about their appetites...
For doing things the wrong way.
You stay on the side of what's right,
Now!
Practice.
Active,
Prayer...
Everyday,
You can!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justice Or Peace
How can be a difference between peace and justice
I never knew there could be a difference
Among these two essential points for survival our world's
I always thought they complete each other
Humanity's world has got destroyed
How can the world bear all these woes
But if ill be asked to choose among those
Justice or the peace
I would choose the peace
Because without peace lives stop surviving
As well as the world
But what's the meaning of justice
It's the difference among our thoughts
Thoughts if neglected lives will be survived
But when the peace deserts our lives
No one will stay alive
So for what is your justice when it will take lives
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Tomorrow Never Knows
Turn off your mind, relax
And float down stream
It is not dying
It is not dying
Lay down all thought
Surrender to the void
It is shining
It is shining
That you may see
The meaning of within
It is being
It is being
That love is all
And love is everyone
It is knowing
It is knowing
That ignorance and hate
May mourn the dead
It is believing
It is believing
But listen to the
Color of your dreams
It is not living
It is not living
Or play the game
Existence to the end
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
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Turn Of The Screw
Do you feel the turn of the screw?
Pushing harder, breaking through
It's better than you ever knew
Now it gets to take care of you
I won't go and tell it
Don't bet you're due
It swings enough to know the truth
It even left you black and blue
Never stop when there's nothing left to do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
You never thought what they say could be
One night alone and you would see
I think you'll take back all those doubts
Now you know what the talk was all about
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
Turn, Turn, Turn it around
Turn, Turn, Turn it here on the ground
Turn, Turn, Turn it around
Turn, Turn, Turn it here on the ground
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw1
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Delivering Such Sugar Free News
So many have been living in that state of denial,
The keeping of statistics is impossible...
To monitor the population,
Affected by the overwhelming numbers seen.
And...
They want their needs met.
And 'now'!
As if the feeding and leeching of greed,
Is an eternal proposition.
Someone has authored their existence.
And they want it kept exactly that way.
Free of re-writes.
And flourishing with superlatives.
Living to fantasize has been kept the priority.
Truth printed in crayon and scented with mint,
Is not acceptable for them to believe it.
They protest their right to be continued to be lied to.
These folks have become addicted to lies!
With a moisterizing to clear them from any blemishes.
Apologizing to them,
For deceptions presented all their lives...
Offends!
So many have been living in that state of denial,
The keeping of statistics is impossible...
To monitor the population,
Affected by the overwhelming numbers seen.
And sweeping their consciousness,
Is an increase of delusions.
They actually believe,
Just the status of having a good credit rating....
Affords them opportunities,
To bleed blood from a rock.
And they can descend with gold filled pockets,
From mountaintops!
What they have been feeding on is incredible.
Anything fed to them has been edible.
And the one selected...
That should be 'elected'.
Forgive the misperception.
And the one 'elected' to deliver reality...
Has become despised,
For the flavor chosen to present the message.
Anything but a directness is rejected,
As disrespectful!
Although a fashionable decadence,
Is marketed to represent their standards valued.
An arrogant and 'all-knowing' demeanor?
Looking into the camera and giving it to them straight...
With no chaser?
NO WAY!
That will upset this bunch.
They are not accustomed to anyone,
Delivering such sugar free news!
They want it spiced.
And if it's alcoholic...
The better will be the reception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Other Point of View
People are fearing,
Their lives spent in sheer greed...
Comes to an end!
Retail sales are fading.
And folks are paniced,
About money spent for the holidays.
Nothing is mentioned,
About getting their spiritual acts together.
Or reaching for another way,
To express a gratefulness.
And these are the folks left to suffer.
Since they have no other point of view,
Than to feed their hypocricies...
Attached to selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyday Anywhere
Everyday anywhere,
This world is dying very slowly;
Everyday anywhere,
This world is ending very slowly;
Because, everyday anywhere our sins are being exposed!
Everyday anywhere,
This world is sinking very slowly;
Everyday anywhere we are preparing for war!
And everyday anywhere we do kill each other;
Because of the hatred in our hearts! !
Watch the news around the world and see what goes on,
But everyday anywhere we claim to go to church and pray;
And this world is now sinking because of our sins.
We need peace than the bullets of war! !
And everyday anywhere we claim to pray in our various churches;
But everyday anywherew, we fail to obey the written down Laws.
Everyday anywhere,
The world is ending gradually on us;
But the written down Laws are guided by the peaceful solution,
So, let us think twice and change for the better.
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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!
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Let's Play Nice
Let's play nice.
No need for spinning wheels,
Or the rolling of dice.
The pie secretly sliced...
Could be tasty for all.
If we stopped tossing chips,
With no thought to their fall!
Let's play nice!
Why gamble on bets..
To entice more regrets?
If those at the table enjoy eating cake...
Make sure there's enough,
For all to take a taste.
Why spoil or waste,
A gathering that takes place?
Let's place nice...
And allow for open dialogue.
Excite all appetites that come,
Forget about etiquette, rules and laws!
Let's play nice!
Put a smile on these 'tight' jaws!
Even those who seem to always win...
Appear to be frowning for no reason at all!
Let's play nice!
And break down those uptight walls!
Loosen up and let's go skipping...
Down those dull and dim-witted halls.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Moral Diet
A validation as we hit the ground.
Yes that does hurt.
Just open your mouth and eat a little bit of the dirt.
Chew it on up and ingest.
Swallow it on down.
Call it moral fiber.
A psychological diet.
We must learn to live with it.
Just another part of our life.
The bricks keep piling up.
Soon the wall will map out what use to be our history.
The creative creatures that never made it.
No one voice could save them.
Even with, most logical reasoning.
Worshipping the dead, wasting the living.
Why should we feed you, what can you do?
Just maybe I'll be the one save a entire population before to late.
We do not know who the hero will be.
How could we, but still there is this ignorance in the form of greed.
It is not a valid excuse.
Other must suffer for your unending desire for power.
A need to manipulate and control.
But where we fail is always in what we don't know.
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Lost Within Themselves
Lost within themselves.
Those living between one extreme,
To the other.
Those who feel to accomplish,
Means to be seen.
And partaking in everything...
That gives them a social status.
Shallow though the importance,
It still delivers in their minds...
Depth and meaning!
To be 'among'
Who themselves get nothing done!
Lost within themselves.
And that which is for them achieved,
Has to come to them as a compliment.
Since they believe they are the ones...
To bless others by what they do,
Without seeking approval or agreement...
Or from anyone consent.
These folks feel entitled.
Instead of receiving a spanking...
They had been lectured to about life!
They live their lives for attention only,
And weak they are to deliver deeds...
With content.
Lost within themselves!
And absent of a concrete identity that is shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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