On a Diet of Madness
Just to prove
They did not have respect
For themselves or others...
They killed themselves!
In more ways than one.
As if that'
Was suppose to attract,
Some attention.
All of their lives...
They had been fed,
On a diet of madness.
They were programmed to see themselves,
As disposable treats.
Feeding on what they could not resist.
And encouraged by an environment,
Of thirsty self righteous excuse makers.
Sipping slow and digging deep,
Into awarded grant funds!
That kept them...
Sufficiently an insignificant entity!
And,
Recycled stale news.
As the call for 'unity' used!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digging A Ditch
I'm digging a ditch
Where madness lives
I'm digging a ditch
Where my silence lives
I'm diggin a ditch and when I am through
Digging this ditch I'll dig one for you
Digging a ditch
As black as cold
Digging a ditch
Where I can hide my soul
Digging a ditch
Where my secrets stay
[The Newer Version
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band from Busted Stuff
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Let's Just Suppose
Let’s just suppose
That over four thousand young men
Got jobs and got married
Became normal Americans and then
Let’s just suppose
These same young men of our new generation
Stayed home and avoided
Nightmares and mutilation
Let’s just suppose
Over four thousand lives were sadly expended
In a hostile land, so far away
In a war built on lies, and is yet open-ended
Let’s just suppose
That many untold billions in funds
Had over four thousand of those young men
Building our country, in lieu of bearing guns
Let’s just suppose
That instead, billions were spent on education
On infrastructure, medical research and homeland defense
Lives better spent, to build a better, stronger nation
Let’s just suppose
That the mad minds in our administration
Had Instead, kept those heroic young boys
safe at home, while still defending our nation
Let’s just wonder
amidst all the war-wager’s noise
Was this one man…Saddam Housein
Worth more than four thousand of our young boys?
Let’s just suppose
This madness we could suspend
All stand together and say “enough is enough.”
We’re not the world’s policemen
This madness must end!
Let’s just propose….
To bring our young men
Back home.
poem by David Whalen
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If There Is Division
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.
A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diggina Ditch
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone,
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with diggin your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives.
Digging a ditch,
Where silence lives.
Digging a ditch,
For when Im old.
Digging a ditch,
Where stories told.
Where all these troubles,
That weigh down on me will rise,
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone.
Where all these worries,
That hold heavy on my heart,
Will die, will die, will die...
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone.
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with diggin your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives.
Digging a ditch,
Where silence lives in here.
Digging a ditch,
And when Im through digging this ditch,
Ill dig in for you.
Where all these disappointments,
That grow angry out of me will die.
Where all these habits,
That hold heavy on my heart will die.
Unto your dreaming, when youre alone,
Not what youre sure be or what youve become,
Just getting heavy on with digging your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives again.
Im digging a ditch,
Where silence lives.
Where all these troubles that weigh down on me,
Will rise, will rise, will rise, will rise...
Unto your dreaming, when youre alone,
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with digging your ditch.
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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A fool’s discourse
Am I the fool for not killing this fly
That persistently harasses me now?
Is my respect for life absurd, awry?
Should my philosophy be disavowed?
Isn’t all life a very sacred thing?
You say, yes, but a fly! A billion die
Each day! Ah! But most die on the wing.
My belief is ‘live and let live’, and why?
Nothing is insignificant to me.
Suppose for a moment you are that fly
And programmed to pester me endlessly?
Must I kill you in a blink of an eye?
Until Man respects life of every kind
Our future holds no hope for humankind.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop the mind games
You were always too wild a beast to tame
I suppose I have myself to blame
for falling into your mindless traps
Now crying and sitting on your lap
Your powerful grip
has set a spell on me
on this particular love trip
I can only now but weep
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
They have the same pattern
The are always the same
I suppose I have myself to blame
You pick up the phone
Then tell me you are speaking
to another lover for fun
Its only my jealousy you get in return
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my trust
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my time
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my self respect
Need I forget to mention
You never pay attention
to me in public
Telling me to wait
For a better show in private
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
Why don't you be brave
be straightforward
Tell me what you want and what you don't want
May be something good can still be saved
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Conservative People
Conservative in their ways and in their thinking they do not embrace change in any way
They fear change as a threat to their existence as conservative through their lives they do stay
They resist change as if change is quite harmful as things were they wish them to remain
Their flawed values of rank and class distinction are things that they do fight hard to retain
Conservative people change not known to welcome on any change they like to have their say
They crave respect for their old ways of thinking whilst respect to those who want change they don't pay
No thanks to them that changes are occuring since they want to keep us tied to the past
They cannot accept that time brings with it changes that nothing as it was does seem to last,
Conservative people always in abundance their type never have been known to be rare
They live in Villages, Towns and in Cities you can meet their kind of person anywhere
To them change is something that should be resisted to the old ways with reverence they do cling
They fear change as much as they do fear the reaper as if indeed change were a dangerous thing
Suppose it takes all kinds to make up humanity and conservative people will always fight change
They look on people who to them are different as those who are untrustworthy and strange.
poem by Francis Duggan
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From We To Me
Growing up, I recall a close family unity,
Reaching through out all the community,
From mountain top to valley and glade,
Everyone rushed to their neighbor’s aid,
In the beginning it was we, our and us,
We were created to be righteous and just,
Being taught we should love one another,
Everyone is really your sister and brother,
Siblings of the same family we can claim,
A different Daddy but our Father is same,
Though different we are equal one and all,
We must obey the Creator’s supreme call,
Some have drifted to it’s all about myself,
Out of life what’s there for me on the shelf?
Thinking turned from we to its all for me,
Truly an error of ways it’s very plain to see,
I want the very best clothing, house and car,
The Father watches their actions from afar,
Far from the truth, only one counting is me,
Hear the call for unity, from me back to we!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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The Encouragement of A Tragedy
This life is full of 'drama' every day
With blind eyes we let it melt us away.
A tragedy is but both a life best and worse experience.
Some would call this by that name.
It is the exaggeration that makes it good or bad.
An abnormality in repetitive motion.
Over and over like a life boat in the ocean.
Attention sickness is what I call it.
It is no longer told because it causes pain.
But instead it used a draw in pity.
It is used as an excuse to do something,
or act a certain way.
The reality of it should always be treasured.
But the over obsession of it should never be encouraged.
Or come with a smiling acceptance that it usually is given.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Just To Attract Attention To Themselves
If you have that look as if you are 'up' to something,
And people are suspicious of you.
Do not be offended.
You may be one of few,
Not looking 'down' on everything.
And you stand out as a few others do...
In a negative environment where those positive,
Will always be 'suspect' of doing something...
Just to attract attention to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consistent Bitter Lipping
Out to steal another's thunder,
Those seeking the spotlight complain...
That one who solicits an attention,
Isn't deserving of it.
And...
Such attention should be given to them to claim.
Obsessed with their possessed jealousies,
Nothing from those envious gets done...
But a consistent bitter lipping!
With an ignorance to remove,
Those of influence from their environment.
And when that succeeds they plead for unity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Respect
Respect,
Always everybody looking for some
Respect,
Who do you think youre gonna get it from
Respect,
Anybody here deserving of none
Respect,
Tell me what makes you think
Youre not the one
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
Respect,
Why be concerned with
Public adulation
Respect,
Pat on the back crying
For attention
Respect,
Finding out what it really
Means to me
Respect,
Honor comes only after
Humility
song performed by by Extreme
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If I were sufficiently romantic I suppose I'd have killed myself long ago just to make people talk about me. I haven't even got the conviction to make a successful drunkard.
quote by John Dos Passos
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Wonders Of Mother Nature
Mother nature
Oh mother nature
How beautiful and lovely you are
With such a tender loving care
Mother Nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
Our dearest mother nature
Our amazing mother nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
If nature allows can I please ask you a question
As a mother
How come you killed your young?
How come you made your fellow mothers cry?
How come you took away their joy?
You took the only thing that made their lives blossom
You suppose to make life beautiful
Mother Nature you suppose build
But how come you destroyed homes
Mother Nature you suppose to make the world a good place to be in
Yet you have turned the world to be a horrible place
Mother Nature as a mother you suppose to warn your young when the go astray
Not to destroy them
Yet you destroyed and killed them
You suppose to symbolize new beginnings and that there’s always hope
Yet you came and shuttled people’s lives and dreams
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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If Law makers are law breakers
At times law makers are law breakers
They enjoy within, let others suffer.
Rule makers keep the rules in pocket
They escape of being its subject
Rules made are not transparent
not implemented too with honest.
In order to ensure law is implimented
truly and honestly.
Bonus punishment should be awarded
if breached by implimenting agencies.
(c) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Do not name your children Paris, Britney, Ashley, Justin, Jesse or any other populist favorites because, in 20 more years, there will not be a child in the world who will want those names, the epithets for tired old wrinkled prunes with faded tattoos and droopy piercings, vestiges of a culture no longer sufficiently consumerist to warrant attention or interest from the taste-makers of the day.
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Taught and Never Misunderstood
My parents encouraged
My sisters and me
To be who we are.
To see our lives the way it was seen,
From our individual visions!
Without illusions...
Yet kept with dreams!
However...
That did not mean that we stopped
To fight amongst ourselves,
For things we did not produce!
Especially if they were providing the feast,
And we had yet to pay our dues!
They were unique,
In teaching us how to appreciate
Lives with free air...
And treats to eat without a dime invested!
That has been a sobering message.
Taught and never misunderstood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Entity
Just because IT can not be seen,
Observed to criticize to pass judgements to demean.
IT is there...
For those aware and trust IT!
For those whose faith
Has not been shakened,
IT is there!
Gathering those in confidence of IT and ITS presence.
IT is there...
Each time injustice is enforced upon us.
With eyes from heaven unseen but touched!
Even though lies may escalate
Fakers who seem to win!
The awesome power of this Entity
Will not abandoned those feeling trapped and closed in!
IT is there and has begun to show
The battle for peace is not over and can be won!
This Entity is here!
This Entity has come!
To prove who loses...
When all is said and done!
IT is there.
IT is here...
To prove powerless sinners should not be feared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hazey Jane
Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what you're doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for.
Hey slow Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.
Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.
Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if it's only in your hazey way.
Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see,
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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