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Now Look At Them

Remember the days,
When they banned together.
To collect in suburbia.
Teaching their children,
How to hurl indignities and profanities...
At those deemed minorities!
In some 'backwater' communities,
This is still today done!

But now look at them...
The scripture quoting, Bible thumping self righteous.
They are tearing each other to shreds.
Over values they claim had been God sent.
Perhaps they misunderstood God's intentions.
And what God meant...
From their interpretations that has taken them,
To now call each other abusive names!

Showing just how nasty a people they can be.
Although quick to identify heathens who sin.
And yet...
They would never see themselves,
As judgemental witches...
Stripped to give quick lap dances,
In the dens of hate mongering warlocks!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick

Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.

Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.

Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.

Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hollow Rituals

When they were young,
Adorable and cute.
You announced to me...
That they were 'your' children.
And I respected that.

Now that they've grown older...
Opinionated, loud and abusive.
Lazy and disrespecting.
Impatient with no time to listen.
You do not hold yourself responsible.
Nor accountable for their actions.
In fact you are quick,
To rely on your selective memory.

Remember...
I was there observing,
Those lessons taught to them you did teach.
In a loud judgemental roar...
You sometimes to them preached.

And your self righteous activities...
Are there to be observed in church!
And you tell me you can not remember,
Your own pastor's sermons?
Although you dress impeccably...
As if this is rehearsed!

That is why I find it difficult,
To follow hollow rituals.
Or believe anyone feels...
What they sing in spirituals.
With voices raised in serious praise!
For them it is just a routine...
Without depth and very little meaning.
Like a 'buck' that is passed...
And has lost its worth.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blasphemistic Emoting Hypocrites

Turned off I am,
By those in church voice.
Softly spoken scripture quoting,
Folks who approach...
Those with souls to save.

~They seem to be all over the place,
These days.~

Passing out their leaflets,
Depicting the end of life as known.
With pictures of Sunbeamed disciples,
With wings and halos worn and overblown.
Blazing away and being lifted up by the rays.

And when these folks are safe,
In shelters behind closed doors.
They pick up their phones,
To gossip with neighbors.
To talk about the minister.
And who in their churches,
Is disliked and ignored.
And what 'they' don't condone.

Yet they cuss out the children,
Who loudly play on the streets.
Calling them sinning heathens...
Then threaten to call the police.

Flipping through their Bibles,
On Wednesday during Bible class.
Singing in the choirs,
And unwrapping candy snacks.

Making noises throughout the sermon.
Giggling with whispers passed.
Then when asked to attend meetings,
To get things done in the community....
Excuses from their mouths come out.
No time do they have for unity!
Not for their minds to grasp.

But praise God that they've been asked!

Turned off I am,
By those in church voice.
Softly spoken scripture quoting,
Folks who approach...
Those with souls to save.

Passing out their leaflets,
Depicting the end of life as known.
With pictures of Sunbeamed disciples,
With wings and halos worn and overblown.
Blazing away and being lifted up by the rays.

Going through the motions...
Emoting hypocrites,
Devoid of spiritual motive.
And blasphemistic...
These self righteous loyalists.

Devote not one shred of consciousness...
To rituals routined.
Without a depth of feelings connected.
At least none believed,
Either meant or seen...
To be convincing.

'You can't tell me nuthin' bout Gawd.
I study! '

~But do you know how to pray?
Something is missing in your conveyance.
A delivery is heard.
But a comprehension of it needs 'your' attention.~

'Excuse me?
You I don't see in church at all.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moral Fiber

Moral fiber?
Those self righteous,
Profess to know what that is.
They are quick to identify who does not have it.
And produce laws to limit,
How people should live.
These moralists,
Who uphold values that do not today exist.
Prove when they are busted,
For being frustrated sluts...
They too have problems digesting 'correctness'!
When they are aware,
As they prove with their own lusts...
All that wholesome self righteousness,
Is a bunch of nonsense they have made up!
And for what?
To suppress those they can with rules...
When they are the ones who are not of trust!
Or live enlightened lives!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accusations As To Who 'Sins

People love to use the Bible,
To use for descriptions...
As to point out those of us who are 'heathens',
With accusations as to who 'sins'.

But every symbolic symbol viewed,
Shows a group of men...
Enjoying themselves at a supper said,
To be their 'last'.

No one depicts them as 'homosexuals'.
Or the one woman who appears as a lesbian.
Since this would immediately label anyone,
As a 'blasphemous' attacker of their beliefs.

People love to use the Bible,
To use for descriptions...
As to point out those of us who are 'heathens',
With accusations as to who 'sins'.

But,
If we are all indeed 'sinners' with temptations teased...
Who are those professing they are not?
With invitations to heaven...AND, get in with misdeeds?

'That turf is too controversial.
And may offend those self righteous.'

There is nothing like conforming,
To existing beliefs.
Or using the Bible to interpret literally.
Afterall, so many people have more than one.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick

Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?

Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.

Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?

If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.

Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!

Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitterliciousness

Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.

The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.

Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.

These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.

The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.

These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.
And be praised for the blood that oozes.
No matter whose it is!
Or to whom their deeds are inflicted.

These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
On hint!
And that is the focus of their principle.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can't Get This From A Seminar

You can't get this,
From a seminar.
Or fit this quick,
In a seminar.

Or manifest,
To digest.
From notes to be tested.
In a seminar...
To piece together.
Or pick apart.

This has to be seasoned.
And marinate in love.
Ingredients must cement,
Intentions meant.

No you can't get this,
From a seminar.
Nor fit this quick,
In a seminar.
To piece together.
Or pick apart.

This has to be seasoned.
And marinate in love.
No you can't get this,
From a seminar.
Nor fit this quick,
In a seminar.

Ingredients must cement...
Intentions meant.
Ingredients must cement...
Intentions meant.
No you can't get this,
From a seminar.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember the Ridiculous?

Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.

Remember the heights achieved by those self righteous?
The ones who quoted from scriptures and knew what sinning meant.
The ones who declared a separation of church and politics.
And spoke of family values and deplored decadence.
With hints they were chosen and others lived to be blasphemous!

Rewind these actions and tell me this...
Whose standards vowed are at a crisis now?
Who authorized the lives we live?
While standing by to watch...
Chaos rise to become prioritized as top notch!
With excuses to make and pointing fingers to give!

Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.

And those making the most noise today...
Protest loudly in disarray!
In groups to influence and convince in their dismay...
They represent the people who are of conservative ways.

Remember the ridiculous?
When terrorists were thought to ride camels...
And not be Ivy league graduates,
On shores who condoned and promoted this!
With only greed and the economy as the main interest.

Too bad the borders can not be secured,
By those who are staunch racists!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

Baby do you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong I seem bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby sometimes I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I have my share
And that's me one thing I never wanna do
Baby
Don't you know I'm human
I have thoughts like any other one?
Oh when sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little thing
Some simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Please don't let me be misunderstood

song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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What I Hate

i hate bitchez
i hate school
i hate annoying people...
i hate fighting
i hate drama
i hate doing crimes..
i hate myself for every mistake i made.
i hate being bad
i hate showing off...
i hate when people make fun of me
call me names
hit me
push me
and do bad things.
i hate bullies
and the number one thing i hate is life.
i hate being sad because it only tears me down.
i want to go awy and never come back
and explore a real beautiful life experience.
i want to be perfect.

poem by Ryann Holland
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I'm Frazzled

Frazzled by the foolishness turned on,
And the quality that's gone...
As the people try to pawn,
All their values quick.

And I'm frazzled by the...
Hopelessness that's fed,
Accepted without care...
By the people everywhere,
Sobbing in their pits.
And within their pits,
Holding on with tightened grips.

Oh I'm frazzled by the despair that I see.
I'm frazzled by the frowns surrounding me.
I'm frazzled by the acceptance of all this.
And no one will admit,
This is sick!

And I'm frazzled by the sight of all of it!

Oh yes I'm frazzled by the...
Foolish turned on.
And the quality that's gone,
As the people try to pawn...
All their values quick.

I'm frazzled by the quality that's gone,
As the people try to pawn...
All their values quick.
This is sick.
And I'm not 'hip' to this one bit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Next To Collect

You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
Tomorrow no one knows,
Just what to expect.

You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.

You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.

You may be next to collect,
Just accept you are blessed.

You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.

You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.

You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.

You may be the next to collect it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Notice...

You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.

You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!

You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.

You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.

You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.

You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.

People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.

Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.

Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!

People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.

You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.

You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!

You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.

Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.

Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!

Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations of Life

Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!

A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.

They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.

They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.

Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.

Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!

And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!

And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Is The Beat Of My Heart

Written by lewis mark
Lead vocals by james young
If its my time to die today
Please God oh make it fast
Balanced on this point for a year and half
I just dont think I can last
Theres a man whos laid to rest
The man who gave me my start
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
So please all you people
Dont you grieve for me
The blood in my veins is black and I cant bleed
Ive suffered the pain
And all I can face is the dark
Oh, lord, quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Now my bags are almost packed
The trains about to depart
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
If its my time to die...

song performed by by Styx
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When You're In a Better Mood

Give me a quick kiss before you leave.

'No.
I did that last night.
Remember?

On both cheeks,
When I licked them.
I'm not into half moons.'

And I am not into quick sex,
Half stepped either.

Call me later when you're in a better mood.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Leet Me Be Misunderstood

Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see I'm mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Ya know sometimes baby I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes it seems again that all I have is worry
And then you burn to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I get more than my share
but that's me one thing I never mean to do
Cos I love you
Oh baby
I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
some little fooling thing
some simple thing that I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard
So don't let me be misunderstood

song performed by by Nina Simone
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What This 'Oneness' Means

No one born into this life,
Has been sent to evaluate...
The creations of God.
Or the work of the Angels,
With distorted interpretations.

There are many who have the ability to quote.
But few have the courage to live and accept...
We all are part of the experience.
None are here to inspect and reject,
That which God has selected as HIS best.

Upset are those people,
Choosing to divide and separate...
Based upon ethnic values,
Assumed by a few to make them great.
From an isolation in which to generate their hate.

Upset are those people,
Who congegate to celebrate...
What others need to fulfill their lives.
With limited possibilities.
They place upon others,
With an inflicting done...
To disguise and hide their own insecurities.

No one born into this life,
Has been sent to evaluate...
The creations of God.
Or the work of the Angels,
With distorted interpretations.

There are many who have the ability to quote.
But few have the courage to live and accept...
We all are part of the experience.
None of us have been sent,
To dissect into segments...
The intentions of what a 'Oneness' has meant.
Or to any of us what this 'Oneness' means.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden From The Masses

The religions of Satan claim that they are teaching you the Bible!
And, they say that the Laws of the Creator are done away with;
because, the majority of the people are now caught up by the webs of entertainment! !
Which is now destroying each person's mind today;
However, the truth is hidden from the masses because,
They fail to learn and understand the ways of life as written in the very Bible they read.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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