Of the Soporiferous Kind
And those who love to war have nothing more,
But troubled endings.
With strategies exposing a host of insecurities.
To keep the heat of fear in place.
To ensure suspicions are never erased.
And those who digest thoughts of terrorists...
Knocking down their doors,
To split their throats and wrists.
Choke in horror from nightmares dreamed.
As they look over shoulders prepared to scream.
And those who can not fall to sleep in peace...
Are kept haunted by visions from themselves released.
With purchased weapons hidden under beds.
Believing everything heard and to them said.
As they witness neighbors going out of their heads.
While relatives and close others...
Wish them dead!
'How cryptic! '
Would you prefer it to be less realistic?
Or sweetened with a narcotic?
Either way...
It can be numbed up for you.
'Good.
I'm of the soporiferous kind.
Induce me that way.
Gently! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To ensure him peace
He does not fevour terrorism,
Nor support terrorists either.
However, he is not to betray them
Who represent his religion.
He himself is not a terrorist
But terrorists are of his religion.
He is not against any faith
But feel secure in his faith.
He will fear to give clues
And prefer being neutral.
Terrorists have him as their shield
And render the world helpless.
.
If he is harassed or appeased
To nab the hiding terrorists
Is the dilemma the world is in.
It should not be too late for it.
He should join hands in public
And discourage the terrorists
And help the world retain its peace.
Yes, he must ensure himself peace.
06.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hello, How Are You?
this fear of being what they are:
dead.
at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.
a dog standing behind a fence.
a man silent at the window.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Evidence Is Obvious
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
They say, 'Nothing is near us.
We are kings/queens of the universe! '
But their restrictions limited by inflictions...
Can not see,
We have been monitored constantly!
'It' is already here!
That powerful force...
We are told does not appear.
With abilities beyond,
What we hold dear!
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
The evidence is obvious,
As we are told to ignore truth...
And concentrate on terrorists!
With the assistance of strategists,
Doing their best...
To manipulate what we see and digest!
Proving there is no death!
Perhaps a transference of indifference...
We shed!
To lift us to other dimensions instead!
People are seeing 'things'!
That can not be describe as white,
With blond hair!
Green or blue blood shot eyes!
Goodbye reality!
There are just too many holes...
In the ability to maintain,
A stability going down the drain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are Our Neighbors
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Knockingdownwhatcanbefoundtogetnothin gdone.
Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Made Us
Their motors will purr into the night; what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
Deceived by reality’s hold; they rest into the break of day
Into the break of day their motors will purr
Upon the urban and rural they pour, devouring hopeful thoughts
Their movements shuffle to the pace, of the faintest of the hearts ticking
Steady they stop for the readying engagement; a droning mist seems to rest
A droning mist seems to rest upon the urban and rural
Hushingly so the children stretch, ready for a life of unintended living
Scarlet eyes bore into their heads, signaling the sign for extermination
Descend they do into the doors with weapons to the children’s heads
With weapons to their heads the children stretch their arms
Synchronized are their screams, synchronized the weapons fire
So their motors will purr into the night, what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
So that droning mist will forever rest; upon those children’s pillows
poem by Brooklyn Joy
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Visions of Terrorists Dance in My Head
We are Americans went nuke in 41
We are Americans we have the biggest gun
We now fight a war of attrition
We underestimate all our competition
We fight to maintain our hegemonious crime
We really don't care if we get there in time
We build a new weapon that kills before threat
We send in a soldier who isn't dead yet
We send in a soldier who comes back to life
We send home an alien to impregnate his wife
Visions of Terrorists soon walking our streets
Visions of Terrorists soon buying our meats
Visions of Terrorists dance in my head
Clinton and Rushdie will leave us for dead
Visions of Terrorists torture my brain
America, the collective, is going insane
(written June 10,1995)
poem by Beau Golden
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Dirt Diggers
The dirt diggers seek to smear.
Only to discover they uncover their own miseries.
Exposing their evilness and their insecurities.
For everyone to see!
And find they are themselves shattered.
Despised!
And haunted by paranoia.
In fear of their own shadows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak Gently
Speak gently! -- It is better far
To rule by love, than fear --
Speak gently -- let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! -- Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: --
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear --
Pass through this life as best they may,
'T is full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring -- know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! -- He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, 'Peace, be still.'
Speak gently! -- 't is a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
poem by David Bates
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1: 00 am Prayer.
Oh Lord, before I close my eyes
On this troubled world,
Let me posses peace in my heart.
Make me witness such kindness and love,
So my eyes fill with tears of joy.
Turn fear, avarice, violence and racism,
Into a another past in time.
Deep int a new understanding.
Stop our brothers and sisters from
Dying in a dying war,
And raise hope for the hopeless.
Give peace to the troubled.
Let us remember that we are separated,
By fear, hate, poverty
And the politicians of a corrupt World.
poem by Willow Moon Pearce
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Allowing Us To Clear Our Heads
What I have done,
Personally...
To ensure the new neighbors,
Adhere to policies that have been in effect...
For many years,
Is to suggest and recommend...
Their children not smoke pot in the front yard.
Or put their trash on the curb,
For the garbage men to pick up the next day.
What I have done personally,
Is to show them how to put their trash...
In garbage bags FIRST.
And even though it has been slow for them to catch on,
The rest of the neighbors and myself...
Have agreed to meet the new residents,
In their backyard after midnight behind a closed and locked fence...
When all of the kids have been safely tied to their beds.
Allowing us to clear our heads and live together in peace.
'And you say you have a prescription for this? '
~I begged my doctor to find a medical need.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Lumping In Their Throats
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Nervous servants see this coming.
Some slip through exits.
None are humming.
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
Gagging on fresh canteloupe,
Dressed in bathrobes in the castle.
Loud knocking on the doors disturb...
Hired belly dancers' tassels.
And the naked thieves who fed on grapes,
Watch the vice squad and cops rushing.
While the herdsmen hustling antelope...
Smoked their dope on the hills,
Without a hassel.
And from the castle windows seen,
Crooks sliding down ropes!
Some in mink coats.
Clinging onto bling...
While exposing 'other' things!
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
And all those who had trusted a few...
Didn't know the few they trusted were police too.
They knew that they had been screwed,
When the canteloupe they gagged on...
They saw the antelope chew.
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Without their suits and ties to disguise...
How could they hide their naked thighs?
While the smoking of the dope supplied...
Came from the herdsmens' tribe!
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
~~~OH! ~~~
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
While they sat soaked.
~~~OH! ~~~
And jailed they mope!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No more fear
No more fear of survival refuse to live in fear of myself any longer.
No more fear of never being respected or acknowledged by you for who I am.
I will not sarcoma to my fears any longer for I am stronger then I ever dreamed and I will no longer allow my fears to hold me in limbo.
No more screaming in silence or crying with no tears for the end of my silence is here.
No more putting myself through torture for I am ready to heal, my new growth is all around me and I am unsure of what I fear.
No more fear of not being loved for the people who loves themselves has any fear.
No more fear of the unknown for my eyes are wide open and the sky is very clear.
I will only place God Before me for I only exist with him and only he can set me free.
I had fear of being alone, then fear of what could be but I long to face the fears and it does not control me.
No more empty feelings for I know just where to go I will get on my knees, and ask God to bless my soul and take the fear away from me.
No more will I not be heard, if I need to yell or scream it I will say it the way I want but until I am treated right have a voice and I will not have fear of being heard.
No more will I not stand up for me or fear of what was meant to be, no more if being mislead, lost or even feel like I should be dead.
No more of this silly game will I play I love me and maybe you should do the same, I am that woman who has held a family together, who has made you only exit in my world and now no more.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Battles Too Long Fought
They are determined to be right...
Without sleep and plans of strategies,
That continue to fail!
Day and night...
They fight against the power of God.
And still they will not cease.
They are convinced they will win.
Even though the signs of doom,
Are fast approaching upon them.
With a script prepared in Hollywood,
And lives dispensible
To keep a tilting ship that sinks...
No one dares to inform the commander,
The days previewed seem few and shrink!
That God is closing in with the ultimate weapon
To end an egotistical drive to prove themselves,
Totally insane and deranged with insecurity!
Humanity is on the brink of nonexistence.
Placing all of God's creation in jeopardy!
And they say this mission is HIS 'will'!
Although the power of God...
Has always been directed,
In silent and peaceful ways!
The only peace that comforts and stays...
Saves a troubled soul from within!
These warriors are troubled!
And it shows far and wide,
With battles too long fought with intent...
To spread a diseased mentality outside!
Although some passengers aboard,
Scream ignored with fears and hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stacked Upon Their Own Shelves
Observe and see for yourself...
Those of competence imposing rumored threats.
As the ones who are exposing their insecurities,
Do their best to unravel at the seams...
In foolish protests to recreate fantasies they dream.
They begin to show signs of despising themselves.
And nipping away at their own neighbors,
Because of what they've purchased...
To keep stacked upon their own shelves.
And barking loudly in anger their dissatified choices.
Crumbling quicker than overbaked cookies kept.
Their minds have gone.
All common sense has left.
And they expect what they've done to be corrected.
And it gets harder to keep them envisioned,
Objectively and focused as a people to respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Dreamed
If I dreamed a dream
To top all others
It would include
Peace among brothers
If I dreamed a dream
That would last forever
It would include
Success in each endeavor
If I dreamed a dream
Of unfaltering love
It would include
The sunshine from above
If I dreamed a dream
Of never growing old
It would include
A kind heart of gold
If I dreamed a dream
Of laugher and wit
It would include
Sides that never split
If I dream a dream
Of my choosing
It would include
The hair I am losing
7/21/09
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Love starvation
Drenched in hate, suffocated in lies
Listen to my thoughts, see the fear in my eyes
My lonely life so love deprived
Self destructing heart, suicide
Away with the fairies, flying up with the birds
A struggle to sleep, gotta scream to be heard
Visions of death leave me disturbed
Desperation for hope, emotions all stirred
Blood-soaked visions, love-starved heart
Yearnings of suicide tear my world apart
Scared of the future, never been smart
Life was stuffed from the very start
Keep to myself, don’t wanna offend
But when I’m alone I’m scared of the end
Slicing my arm with no chance to mend
As I cut up the love of my one real friend
poem by Tess Connor
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Kidnapped
Restful sleep,
In safe and peace filled chambers.
Undisturbed by nervousness,
A trusting mind succumbs.
A consciousness secured and reaching...
As trees with branches home to leaves,
Blooming in the cleansing that Spring brings!
Kidnapped sensibilities!
Tossed and locked behind frosting freedoms.
Kidnapped credible loyalities!
Doubts pop like crops of killing weeds,
Strangling to smother a freshness once received!
Joyful children skipping free.
Under cloudless sky and beaming Sun!
Guardians watch within steps without concern.
In conversations full of promise!
Kidnapped smiles replaced by common frowns.
Playgrounds abandoned as swings decay with rust!
Suspicious neighbors spy...
As all try to make some sense of this!
Kidnapped in nightmares brought to life and frightens.
Trapped secured,
Enduring insecurities!
Paying the price for the kind of life,
Appearances kept expensively on a downgrade!
Restful sleep,
In safe and peace filled chambers.
Undisturbed by nervousness,
A trusting mind succumbs...
Slipping into assisted medicated dreams!
Free and released from conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cupid Turned Stroller. - From Anacreon
At dead of night, when stars appear,
And strong Bootes turns the Bear,
When mortals sleep their cares away,
Fatigued with labours of the day,
Cupid was knocking at my gate;
Who's there, says I? who knocks so late,
Disturbs my dreams, and breaks my rest?
O fear not me, a harmless guest,
He said; but open, open pray;
A foolish child, I've lost my way,
And wander here this moonlight night,
All wet and cold, and wanting light.
With due regard his voice I heard,
Then rose, a ready lamp prepared,
And saw a naked boy below,
With wings, a quiver, and a bow:
In haste I ran, unlock'd my gate,
Secure and thoughtless of my fate;
I set the child an easy chair
Against the fire, and dried his hair;
Brought friendly cups of cheerful wine,
And warm'd his little hands with mine.
All this did I with kind intent;
Said, dearest Friend, this bow ye see,
This pretty bow, belongs to me:
Observe, I pray, if all be right,
I fear the rain has spoil'd it quite:
He drew it then, and straight I found
Within my breast a secret wound.
'Tis done, the rogue no longer staid,
But leapt away, and laughing said,
Kind host adieu, we now must part,
Safe is my bow, but sick thy heart.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Is There a Right Time
Is there a 'right' time,
For you to know my love?
Midnight reaches only please you,
When there is a need
I am expected to feed!
But my love isn't there,
Just to fake the making.
Or waiting in a place,
For you to embrace and take it!
Inside I am dieing,
Feeling someone else
May have you elsewhere sighing!
And I will not guess...
As I choose to lay my suspicions to rest!
Give me reason to leave.
Give me something that says...
Your love for me is dead!
Instead of cold shoulders,
And a heart that doesn't touch!
Is there a 'right' time?
Turn on the light,
And express how you feel.
I don't want to have to shut down.
But I am prepared to show my back...
Before I turn you off!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fall Down Gently
She was only a girl, it was nobodys world
And she told me shed lived for a while
I was only 16 but I knew how to dream
I still dream though its way out of style
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all, down at all
We were took by surprise
As we looked at the size
Of the man that we all called the lord
Just between you and me
Well there werent much to see
What with helmet and blood-stained sword
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all, down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all, down at all
So it was somebodys world
And I was only the girl
And I told you Id be here for a while
cause when youre only 16
And you know how to dream
You keep dreaming til the dreaming gets wild
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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