No One Seems To Be Pretending
Quietly,
A legitimized insanity...
Has been secretly induced.
It has to be.
Since there is nothing else left,
To explain the rise of stupidity.
Has there been an innoculation performed,
To reduce the appearance of common sense?
A poisoning done of logic has taken place.
And is obvious as an abundance of nonsense...
Has clearly arrived,
And making felt its presence.
Remember those days,
When calling anyone ignorant would offend?
The joys of those days have gone.
Ignorance is 'in' and quite fashionable.
And marketed as a prized possession.
No one dares to leave their home,
Without displaying they are equipped with it.
Quietly,
A legitimized insanity...
Has been secretly induced.
It has to be.
Since there is nothing else left,
To explain the rise of stupidity.
And no one seems to be pretending,
That a loss of a thinking process is temporary.
To scream something profoundly intelligent,
That reeks with absolute truth...
Today,
Would land on deaf ears...
Plugged permanently into listening to rap music.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of Control
No offense!
But defense mechanisms,
Have yet to be invented.
When stupid people,
Exhibit an excessive stupidity...
Consistent with ignorance,
That numbs the common sense...
Of anyone holding onto beliefs,
There is not an epidemic...
That has arrived and secretly released.
CAUTION!
Something we can not see,
Affects us as we breathe toxins in the air.
Many are dismissing this,
As if this is a fashion statement.
Something on the scene that attracts all human beings.
With no reprieve!
Like infectious laughter.
Quit!
And examine this for what it is.
A passing fad this isn't.
This...
Is becoming accepted behavior.
This...
Has potential to craze and manipulate.
This...
Is madness personified.
This...
Is more threatening,
Than identified terrorists...
Said to be at our doorsteps.
Operating from distant shores...
To impose themselves upon our interests.
This...
Is a reflection,
Of what has been tolerated.
This...
Is not a passing sickness.
With a cure to be announced...
Between sexual aids marketed on TV.
This...
Is a disease that is spreading.
And out,
Of control...
It is!
No offense!
But defense mechanisms,
Have yet to be invented.
Stupidity it is!
And out,
Of control.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Or 'Not' To Be Crazed?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is that the question to be raise today?
As a craziness seems very obvious,
To be a part of these head splitting days!
To Know Or remain secure in ignorance?
There may be some advantages...
In not trying to comprehend an insanity,
That has descended to begin without end to it.
And those who make attempts to hide a knowledge...
Should burn all credentials,
With a mindless foolishness...
That is frolicked as if to gleam from being polished.
If everyone is upset,
By a mess that is clear,
Why be the one left...
Who 'appears' to be sincere?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is not a question to be raised today?
To be sick of dealing with nonsense...
Is like soliciting for membership to an unending parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !
As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !
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Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.
Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reluctance To Comprehend Basic Concepts
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
Anyone focused on speaking above one's head,
Has already shown a reluctance to comprehend...
Basic concepts.
And that is revealed the moment their mouths open,
With the first word spoken to impress.
And the words that follow next,
Are remarkably more hollow.
With nothing to digest from the emptiness.
And disconnected is the mind from the lips.
As observed by anyone's eyes consciously witnessing this.
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
But then again...
To do this and not offend.
And be able to fit in without attracting attention,
Is a gift that comes with unlimited potential!
And one that is given with blessings,
That amazingly goes unnoticed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misguided Misdemeanors
Even though the rush of ongoing tragedies,
Seem to be the result of accusations,
We are a people in denial.
Let us not abandon the strength we maintain,
In keeping our delusions.
To leave and ignore those insisting,
There is a need to examine our way of life,
With a proclaiming of our relentless stubbornness...
To drastically change our ways of doing things,
Midstream.
It would be pointless to adopt to adapt,
To such needless measures.
We can always rename these 'common' incidents,
We seem to daily face with such frequency these days...
As misguided misdemeanors.
Remember this...
We are not here to validate,
The painful affects and presence of our ignorance.
Let us ensure that all pretentions we keep,
Are safely kept protected to guarantee...
Our insecurities will never be revealed,
To be interpreted as admissions of weakness.
'But how can we explain the increase of insanity? '
We will continue to label these mavericks misfits.
'An entire population of people? '
There is no need to sensationalize.
These isolated incidents stirring in the minds,
Of a few disgruntled people.
There is no need to exaggerate the mundane.
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And all of us should be focused on the economy.
With the acknowledgement,
Of who we have chosen to place blame.
'All of this is becoming quite disturbing.'
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And it is extremely important,
We do our utmost best to keep medicated...
Through this strenuous and gut wrenching process.
Knowing...
Our values and standards are being attacked and tested.
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Cemetery
Those who left remain here quietly.
Politicians who gave false promises,
And the deaf, dumb, blind and cripple who lived peacefully?
Even though the teacher, preacher, black-marketed, singer, musician.
And all are listening to the living fools.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Quietly Making Noise
Quietly making noise
By: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin
1993
Oscar wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
And no one ever calls me hear
Travelin by myself these days
Im into jazz and felt berets
Far from that old eastern shore
Searchin for strange metaphors
I dont want to be another victim of fashion
No I dont want to see my name in the paper each day
Hey you can leave that to the young turks
Theyre handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzis down laguna way
Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels
Subterranean lullaby
Met an african prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat
Hey I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowin
But inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
You know rhythm and motions a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Glasspacks on an hot mustang
A telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yes
Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophones, monotones
Speak with a voice Ive heard before
Its a lasting impression
A gypsy expression you cannot ignore
Were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Yeah, were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)
Pissin off the old kill-joys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Were quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Thats right, ooh yeah
A whole lot of beautiful noise
--spoken:
Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys.
Everybodys a drummer tonight. all right. let it ring now, let
It ring.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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There Has to Be 'Something' Left to Salvage
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity.
Something with a fingerprint on it...
That says with uncertain proof,
He even knows what that means.
Something besides lies and deceit done.
And a legacy that will state...
He saved the land from terrorists that would come.
Or came and claimed to have stunned.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity!
He and his followers would like to see,
Him vindicated...
For making decisions that will lift his name up...
And away from the gutter from a greed satiated.
There has got to be something,
Other than corruption and smut!
Smothered and dipped in utter ignorance.
And an ending of a greatness one country 'had'..
He and incompetence has left in rags!
Since he and what he has created...
Leaves a democracy in devastation.
And one sad man who secretly grieves.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something other than a directed bitterness...
Shown with an openness.
And criticizes a failed leadership.
That would be difficult to disguise,
For those who witnessed it...
And despise.
To leave it and him unscathed.
What in the days and years ahead can be said?
Many are left sickened.
More are left dead!
And those who are wounded...
Will never know a peace to come,
In their heads!
And he will leave behind much to grieve.
Whether he belives what he did was 'just' or not!
He was not of the justice frame of mind kind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally Sick
When imbeciles are encouraged,
They take pride in the mounting of ignorance.
Listening to others is a joke to them.
They have ridiculous actions figured out!
Planning escapades with supporters...
They find a way to make common sense
A challenge to keep afloat!
For those who have long divorced themselves
From nonsense!
Even though they vote...
To discover themselves choking,
On ethnic jokes provoked!
Watching folks accept being duped and doped!
And it is the burden of those with senses left,
To find fresh creative ways to explain
'How' they could allow such bullshit to exist...
To sustain and maintain.
As they become more addicted
To pretending they too...
Aren't mentally sick!
Although they follow fools
Whether poor or rich,
Out of habit!
Showing signs they are clearly insane,
With their empathetic static!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around us….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !
We can’t escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and annoys us…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
Why so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! ! !
So tell me, The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
How long will it go on….? ? ?
The answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live…..,
As long as humankind will exist…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Truth Is Making Its Presence Felt
Truth is making its presence felt.
And there are so many,
Who have never dealt with it before.
Believing it to be destructible.
Like a steel fence built.
Or a wall to dvide,
Contructed of concrete.
Truth is as powerful as the air supplied,
One needs to breathe.
And born to ignore it...
Does not ceases its existence!
Truth is making its presence felt.
Much like Mother Nature has...
To those who have a concept,
That the Earth upon all leech...
Is not a living, thinking being.
And how this goes misunderstood...
Is beginning to awaken those asleep!
Truth...
Is making its presence felt.
And an acceptance of it,
Has not been left to debate...
For other choices to make.
Whether the message or the messenger,
Is disliked...
Will not soften the bite of truth.
Be prepared to swallow it!
Or be eatened up and gobbled!
Truth...
Not more variety of delusions,
Is making its presence felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Religion is induced insanity.
quote by Madalyn Murray O'Hair
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Do You Remember
Do you remember when you said I wasn't listening to you,
But you know that I really couldn't.
Do you remember when I asked you to repeat what you said,
And too me you said that you wouldn't.
Do you remember when you got mad at me daily for my hearing,
And I told you that you shouldn't.
Do you remember when I flew thousands of miles,
So that I could Just to be with you.
Do you remember also when I flew you here to my home,
So that we could become just two.
Do you remember when I did or went wherever that you wanted,
And all you really had to do was only to ask me to.
Do you remember how I went into deep, deep debt,
So that I could get you all that you did and do own.
Do you remember how I said that everything of mine was yours,
Which included my heart and also my home.
Do you remember how you then mocked and laughed at me,
When collectors would come and not leave me alone.
Do you remember when I prayed to GOD for our love,
Every single day and also every night.
Do you remember how happy and proud I always was of you,
And all you had to do was stand at my side.
Do you remember all the argument that you started with me,
And with me you would love to argue and fight.
Do you remember those many plans that we had made,
But never alone but while we were together.
Do you also remember how I would always say,
That you and I would always be forever.
Do you also remember as I still do and that I always will,
That once again you secretly chose some other.
Do you still remember the many sins that you've done,
And also the many lies to me that you had spoke.
Do you still remember the times that you weren't in our home,
Especially the times you weren't there when I had awoke.
Do you still remember those many times when you just hid away,
I wonder still if your conscience ever did choke.
Do you still remember and of course I always will, ,
How you have done this again and also once before.
Do you still remember how you had use all your other men,
So that you could get what you were looking for.
Do you remember how you lied and how you used them too,
Maybe that's why you always left for a different shore.
Do you remember the vows and promises that you made,
And once again in front of GOD and in the presence of man.
Do you remember how you would always be at your mans side,
While you were holding onto another mans hand.
Do you remember all those promises you made and then broke,
I wish truly that you I could understand.
Did you also know that years or even days from now,
Your eyes will begin to grow a bit dimmer.
Did you also know that about that same time from now,
Your heart will rebel and will begin to shimmer.
Did you also know about that same time GOD you will meet,
And then did you also know, that GOD too will also remember.
Randy McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Unclouded Day
Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies
They tell me of a home far away
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day.
Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow
In the city that is made of gold.
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day.
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day...
--- Instrumental to fade ---
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Stupidity
Stupidity, woe's anodyne,
Be kind and comfort me in mine;
Smooth out the furrows of my brow,
Make me as carefree as a cow,
Content to sleep and eat and drink
And never think
Stupidity, let me be blind
To all the ills of humankind;
Fill me with simple sentiment
To walk the way my father went;
School me to sweat with robot folk
Beneath the yoke.
Stupidity, keep in their place
The moiling masses of my race,
And bid the lowly multitude
Be humble as a people should;
Learn us with patient hearts, I pray,
Lords to obey.
Stupidity and Ignorance,
Be you our buffers 'mid mischance;
Endoctrine us to do your will,
And other stupid people kill;
Fool us with hope of Life to be,
Great god to whom we bow the knee,
--STUPIDITY.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Process
Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '
Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.
'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'
You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?
There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's life that matters, nothing but life — the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all. But what's the use of talking! I suspect that all I'm saying now is so like the usual commonplaces that I shall certainly be taken for a lower-form schoolboy sending in his essay on "sunrise", or they'll say perhaps that I had something to say, but that I did not know how to "explain" it. But I'll add, that there is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.
quote by Dostoyevsky
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Love Potion
Chorus
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
End chorus
I'll wait for you by the fireside
Even if it takes me all night
All night would certainly be worth
Getting rid of this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll sit with you, alone there
Sharing stories and trading laughs
Those laughs would all be worth
This pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
Later on we'll sit there, old as dust
And you'll wish you could have willed me away
But I'll hold you close as we die
These days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
I'll brew you a love potion
Even if it takes me five days
Five days would certainly be worth
All this pain you've secretly been giving me
But you didn't know it
At the end of life I'll wish to bring
Those old days back from the dead
Relive them over and over again
When I brewed you that love potion
And it took me five days
Five days were certainly worth
All that pain you blasted me with
But you didn't know it
And now you know it
It's too late, you fell in love
You fell in love potion
Like the one I brewed for you
I Plead Insanity
I cant be responsible
For anything I do now or say now
I get too excitable
To control the way I behave now
Im afraid of what Ill do
If I find myself alone with you
Its just a crime of passion baby
Dont hold it against me
Im innocent
Im just out of my mind
I plead insanity
Whoa, Im so mad about you
I cant think straight, I cant see straight
I plead insanity
All I do is obsess about you
I cant work days
I cant sleep nights
I plead insanity
I know that there are rules for this
And I plan to break every one of them
And if I go too far tonight
Baby you can be my alibi
And if I act irrational
Im not responsible
For anything that happens here
Dont hold it against me
Im innocent
Im just out of my mind
I plead insanity
All I do is obsess about you
I cant work days
I cans sleep nights
I plead insanity
I plead insanity
Whoa, Im so mad about you
I cant think straight, I cant see straight
I plead insanity
All I do is obsess about you
I cant work days
I cant sleep nights
I have a fantasy...
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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