Must See
To keep a people pre-occupied with fear...
Is to have their routines and traditions suspected,
Of being threatened.
Create visions that will keep them awake,
By entertaining their consciouness...
With something that brings them,
To the edge of their seats!
Like those scary movies that allows no sleep.
Hype and tease their peacefulness,
With something that leaves them with no rest at all.
And label what is created as a 'Must See'...
To be witnessed and believed!
With an advertising of it kept marketed,
Done nonstop to keep them reminded!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its That Fear
It's that fear
Ooo very scary! !
I bet you don't know it
Keeps you worried
It's that fear...
Very loud in your ear..
But not everyone could hear
It's that fear
Why? Y u even here
Leaving people in tears..
It's that fear
Born and raised
Can be of denial
Struggles, family or revival
It's that fear
That keeps consuming..
Consuming us in out! !
Eating us away...
It's that fear
The fear we hate
Come to us in pace
In life circumstance
It's that fear
Can anyone hear?
Like a monster or dear?
I wish it was fair..
it's that fear
Some say never fear
But in the back they tear
Overwhelmed can't even dare
Trying to overcome the fear..
It's that fear
The fear which keep us
Us alive and awake
Awake from unexpected
Awake to fight against
It's that fear
I want all to hear..
You and me here..
We need to chase Mr. Fear
We could make it
Make this a better world
Without the fear
The fear of loss
The fear of famine
The fear of war
The fear of poverty
The fear of religion
The fear of recognition
Why are we in fear...?
Can't it be there not here..
It's time to chase him out there
Leaving us in peace in here
It's that fear
The fear which is not only mine
It's that fear for all
The fear we both hear
Hear from different angles
Hear in different times
We all just don't want him here...
The fear we both imagine
An illusion body..
Could affect your goals
Never entertain that fear.
And Still You Sleep
'Tap Tap Tap',
Goes the pencil on my desk,
The book crashes to the floor,
And yet still you sleep,
Yet again I have failed,
This quest to keep you awake,
Softly you begin to snore,
And I laugh,
For this has happened before,
And is likely to happen again,
From across the room I make,
As much noise as I can,
Without calling attention to myself,
And still you sleep,
So for now I give in,
And let you sleep,
For though I have threatened,
That something will be thrown,
I can not bare to do so,
So I watch you sleep,
And wait until you awake,
So that I can warn you,
That you must stay awake again
poem by Mandy Author2
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Summer Can Sizzle Hot
The eating of 'crow' and humble pie,
Is not so easy...
For one young with stars in their eyes.
Especially if the cranking up of hype is believed.
Who could avoid,
Wearing such loftiness on their sleeves.
With TV and the media all up in one's face.
And flashbulbs from cameras...
Paparazzied all over the place.
I would believe I could walk on water too!
Wouldn't you?
Especially if you were given visions,
Of wearing a crown instead of disgrace to boo hoo.
The eating of 'crow' and humble pie,
Is not so easy...
For one young with stars in their eyes.
Especially if the cranking up of hype is believed.
Who could avoid,
Wearing such loftiness on their sleeves.
But when a season ends,
And the attention leaves...
There are tears and loneliness,
No one sees as one grieves.
And a Summer can sizzle hot...
When reality sets in on shoulders to drop.
'Did you get that from King James? '
In a way.
From my own observation.
And more of a whiff of it from Revelations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Leave Intriguing
Who released what to who and why?
Still does not explain,
Who initiated the process?
And that which has been released,
Had to have had a point of origin.
With someone's approval...
No one has yet to investigate.
Or...
Should it be left said,
A desire to have that exposed!
And that does not make,
For good espionage...
To leave intriguing.
Since entertaining imaginations,
Has its purpose...
To keep people on the edge,
Of their seats!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
ON THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
On the edge of the edge of the edge
There is nowhere to go-
Home is lost,
And all the distances have broken down-
One cannot move
One can only fear-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
Falling is fear-
And holding one’s ground
One step at a time
Is a small miracle
One is not sure
One can make alone.
On the edge of the edge of the edge-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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It's like why people read scary books or go see scary movies. Because it creates a distance. They're scared, but they're not going to get hurt.
quote by Vincent D'Onofrio
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Autopilot
I can sleep, but I won't rest
I'll try to rest, but I'll only sleep
My dreams were once my escape
My nights held my happy days
Awake, I was depresed
Alseep, I had energy
I'd cry myself to sleep
Then I'd cry no more
Spreading my wings
I'd laugh under night's sun
Flying around the world
I'd make a hundred friends
Throwing fire and ice
I'd defeat all my enemies
Then I would wake up
And happiness fled
Walking through autopilot
In a world that wasn't real
Looking but never seeing
I'd cry under day's moon
Existing but never living
I'd avoid everyone
Closing my eyes
I'd hide from any enemies
I once rested
In the chaos of my dreams
The loud sleeping happiness
Was better than the quiet waking sadness
But things have changed
In a moment, a lifetime
Awake, I am content
Asleep, I am upset
If I sleep, I dream
When I dream, I fear
Running in terror
Crying in death
I see faces unkown
And know pain unfelt
I once looked for sleep to find rest
Now I avoid sleep so not to lose rest
My heaven became my hell
My hallucination became my shelter
I do not sleep, I do not rest
Tired, but I am happy
A new kind of autopilot
Which existance is worse?
Awake, I fear sleep coming
Asleep, I cannot wake
Never resting, only existing
Life on autopilot
poem by Juvela Obi
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From Which Two to Choose
Does this sound remotely logical...
That someone sitting,
In their home...
Alone.
In a quiet peacefulness,
They feel has been earned.
To wish upon themselves,
Havoc, chaos and twenty four hours...
Of nonstop conflict?
To wilfully admit a wish to invite 'that'?
And plot to destroy their own peace?
Are people that lonely?
I can be driven to the edge,
To make a decision...
Whether I prefer happiness,
Over walking on clouds of joy.
Those are my choices...
IF I was given any two,
From which to choose.
However,
ANYONE given the opportunity,
To choose between a root canal done,
Without anesthesia.
Or falling to sleep after a few glasses of wine?
AND...
They can not make up their minds?
I admit,
For someone like this...
PERHAPS that would be a tough decision to make!
IF they had no other experiences in life.
And they are in need of assistance to decide,
From which two to choose.
As for me?
I'd go with the hangover.
With an early morning ringing of the telephone,
Gone ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Become Suspected
1-2-3-4
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsession
We sit in your room
So dark and strange
With yellow candles
Burning straight
Outside it rains
So silver and bright
A glaring light
Crashed into the sky
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
We stayed awake at night
With vision so unreal
We stayed awake at night
With visions so ideal
Its got a hold on me
Its got a hold on me
Smiles and voices suddenly changed
Eyes and shadows on a distance too short
Is there someone who I know ?
Is there someone at all ?
Is there someone who I know ?
Is there someone I called ?
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
Its just the way it should be
Its so right as rain
We stayed awake at night
With vision so unreal
We stayed awake at night
With visions so ideal
So when the rain comes running in your eyes
And the wind shakes the forest leaves
We stayed awake at night
With visions so unreal
We stayed awake at night
With visions so ideal
Its got a hold on me
song performed by by Xymox
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What For Them Was Isn't
What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!
Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!
What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!
Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.
What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.
But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality.
There are good people and bad people in this world.
People who create crimes and the people who stop crimes.
People who start fires and the people who put them out.
People who inflict injuries and people who fix them.
Villians who destroy the world and Superheroes who save the world.
It's scary to think life isn't like the movies.
Good doesn't always prevail at the time.
But, I believe that Good always prevails eventually.
The Winners Write History.
poem by Michaela Cooper
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There Is Still Some Time Left Before the Dawn!
To those who dare to defy convention...
Shut up!
To those who intent to awaken and shake,
Those in pretentions they can not break.
To those conforming to a higher consciouness...
Shut up!
There are those still asleep,
As they cheat and play roulette with their lives!
Shut up...
They might hear,
Something that stops their addictions!
And the nonsense uncovered in their false traditions.
Shut up...
There is still some time left before the dawn!
And those who know what is going on,
Are trying to get a nap.
A rest before delusions end...
To begin the cracking of those minds that snap!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Threat
Is it there or not?
A credibility slips away...
Yet fear continues to be marketed,
Without a hint
It will decline or stop.
A drama created to scare with baited hate...
Shows backstage antics,
Of those players who manipulate!
And the curiousity of the audience...
Has removed them from the edge of their seats.
As the director huddles with the cast and crew,
To introduce 'THREAT' as serious...
With less sweetness and a tension that creeps.
But those behind this performance are finding...
Themselves in heated sweat.
Receiving eyebrows raised from a backlash,
Unexpectedly they sense
Will soon come and upon them be dispensed.
And a lockdown begins!
Forcing those attending...
To sit and prepare for an updated end.
As armed guards from the stage seal exits...
To enclose all viewing this retitled, 'UNDOING'.
'The popcorn machine has been removed!
Those grooving and finger popping...
Prepare yourself for shocks unstopping!
And your delusions for scenes,
Of a serenity that beams...
Can now be dropped for a taste that mocks,
A perception that comes close to confinement! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Label me Not
Label me not
because the color
of my skin.
Label me not
whether I'm fat
or thin.
Label me not
because of my
religious belief.
Label me not
whether I'm strong
or weak.
Label me not
because of
my disability.
Label me not
just except me
for me
Basically we just created our own label, but again we just did it to document our own music and create our own thing, so the major labels were just always out of our picture, we're not interested.
quote by Ian MacKaye
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Maria's Lullaby
An extract from a poem written for my grandchildren to Brahms Lullaby
Sleep; little mice sleep
Mother will watch over you
Shut your eyes and don't peek
Tomorrow the skies will be blue
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
No harm will come whilst I am here
The sun has gone down by the peak
When the day dawns it will appear
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
Your father is watching the house
That no owl or cat dares to seek
Harm to creatures or mouse
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
Tomorrow you run and play
Now is not time to speak
When you awake a new day
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
Rest now for your own sake
Shut your eyes now be asleep
I will be here when you awake
Sleep; little mice sleep.
poem by Thomas Golding
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Forest Of Berries
The forest expected it, the woods create,
A storm has arrived with the leaves;
Wind blew and created, the leaves turned,
Bellies adjusted to the food.
What were berries? The berry is wonderful,
For the strawberry is the best.
A forest of leaves crazes me, as no other,
Never in too many lives does it create.
Tomorrow it lies with leaves and more,
The best berries are for me, the law;
When are you expected to dance?
The hour is near when the berries are present.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sustained and Embraced as If Tradition
Who am I to call the mindless pitiful?
Or refer to their lack of sense,
As having a uselessness.
Afterall...
Their use is most effective.
And their needs are marketed quite well.
Their purpose is to prevent progress of all kinds.
Including those who have some kind of mind to be used.
But clearly can not!
In an environment of self abusers.
Since a suspected thought connecting,
Would mean a forward movement.
With an awakening witnessed.
And it is advantageous to keep people like this...
As far away from the thinking process.
To instill the quality and purchase of BS,
Has made an affect as a broadcasted major event!
With a certainty it is supported as well as maintained.
And this indoctrination...
Ladies and gentlemen,
Is as religious as a movement can get.
Sustained and embraced as if tradition.
As all are duped,
On the politicing of religion and its comfort...
To twist innocent minds to uphold distorted beliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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