Opportunities Given To Correct Their Steps
Tethering on the brink of obscurity,
Their implosion begins.
With a trimming down to size,
Of their fantasized whims.
No longer the prize...
Of lives lived on the back of lies.
There were numerous opportunities given,
To correct their steps.
Mistakes gone unconfessed...
Has led them to the beginning,
Of this looming abyss!
Their final test.
With the protesting of loud voices,
Proclaiming in persistence...
As a choice made to produce unrest.
Without the contemplating done,
Of the consequences welcomed...
By blinded visions,
Hidden by bleak and stark decisions.
There were numerous situations,
When Mother Nature came to intervened.
But a disconnection from their realities,
Has caused natural disasters unprevented...
To assist in an awakening,
From their foolish scheme of things.
Only to leave them in a firmer grasp,
That grips tightly onto foolish dreams.
There were numerous opportunities given,
To correct their steps.
Mistakes gone unconfessed...
Led to the beginning of this looming abyss!
Their final test.
And...
With the protesting done of loud voices,
Proclaiming in persistence what is mostly missed...
A listening to comprehend has escaped.
With no priority chosen or given credance by them.
But a demeaning with a speeding done...
Has come to enhance their own dismal end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.
quote by Dean Koontz
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No One Gets The Prize
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
No one, no one gets the prize
No one, no one
No one gets the prize
We were best of friends
It all began
He came in to town and changed the plan
I knew she felt, the same as me
Which one of us would it be
Just in fun, fight begun
Before long a web of hate was spun
She pretended same as me
Oh, but friends again wed never be
No one, no one gets the prize
She told him lies, and I told him lies
No one, no one gets the prize
She schemed and dreamed and told him dirt
That I was wrong for him
I told him all the boys shed hurt and I would number them
He was the ray of light that made our hearts live
But either one of us knew really how to give
So we scandalized and criticized
And then we learned how to despise
No one, no one gets the prize
She told him lies and I lied, I lied yeah
No one, no one gets the prize
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Back off
Tried to steal him, tried to steal him
Tried to steal him
Runnin behind my back
Tried to steal him
Tried to show him where it was at
Watch it now
No, no I wont take second place
No, no tell him to his face
We were friends for so, so, so long
Messed around, now hes gone gone gone gone
No one, no one gets the prize
No, no
No one, no one gets the prize
I wasnt alive, a love thats satisfied
No one, no one gets the prize
It wasnt fair, the love I couldnt share
No one, no one gets the prize
No, no
No one, no one gets the prize
No one, no one gets the prize
She lied, I lied, we lied
No one, no one
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Innuendoed to Convince
Fear not being completely honest,
In an atmosphere reeking of deceit.
You...
Of those wholesome sensibilities!
Eventually your intergrity will be identified.
And those who lived their lives mystified by lies...
Will discover their decay.
Deluded and fantasized.
Teased by sweets and compromised.
But has delivered no long lasting peace.
With wishes they had turned away,
From a hollowness enjoyed each day.
Sought on a daily basis.
Preferring a more solid existence employed.
At least one less pretensed.
Or one wished had been less annoying!
And lived to prevent from being destroyed.
By threats of terrorists or homophobic racists!
Since one day they will come to realize,
Their own lives lived...
For them nearing the end,
Has made no sense to defend.
With a rumored conscious intention.
Innuendoed to convince,
A fulfillment of some kind has taken place.
Even at the expense,
Of their sheltered and isolated misunderstandings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total Upheaval to Fantasized Beliefs
What is going on?
A reality refused existence.
And an overwhelming presence of it,
No longer given the option of being deluded...
By those who excused the inclusion of it.
What is going on?
The blatant attacks on deceit, lies and corruption.
A disruption of the lives of thieves and their alibis.
And an exposure to their incompetent influence.
What is going on?
A total upheaval of fantasized beliefs.
And the creaking sounds of sneaking creeps,
Attempting to leave the scene of their crimes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Should 'You' Care?
Why should 'you' care?
Uniforms were adorned,
To ensure your way of life and peace enjoyed...
A longevity.
While you slept peacefully at night,
Feeling safe in a serenity sacrificed...
By those who spent their lives fighting,
On battlefields.
Protecting 'your' entitlements to rights.
You did not earn.
But expected.
And yearned as you dreamt,
Of a lush life lived.
Why should 'you' care?
Everywhere your arrogance is on display.
You show disrespect to those who fought...
And have returned back home to stay.
Soldiers who should be embraced...
Look into faces reflecting disgrace.
Offering nothing but homelessness and hunger,
As a replacement for their bravery.
Why should 'you' care?
No blood that flowed or dripped,
Came from one wound belonging to you to reminisce.
Not one nightmare relived in anguish,
Comes to you to revisit.
And while you decide to dine out or shop...
Thousands are living in nonstop agony.
Because of you and your selfish whims!
Not only should you care.
You should be made to feel the pain,
Of a true patriot.
One who has done more for less.
To enable you to invest in self righteousness!
Deluded and fantasized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasized By Lives Deluded
Fantasized by lives deluded.
Where will their minds go?
When all of their beliefs,
Have been depleted.
To release them to realities...
They've been taught to fear.
And takes away those choices,
To isolate
Behind locked doors!
Their eyes charaded,
With disguises and masquerades...
Now can no longer be kept closed!
Or escapes to shelter them,
From the beast at the feast...
They enjoyed without limits.
This beast creeps within their consciousness.
And bares exposed sharpened teeth.
Preparing them to eat!
They see this...
As the gates of a way of life,
For them once lived...
Crumbles to rust and has been disposed.
Where will their minds go?
With no amusements left to show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Terror-struck
I am afraid
I am going back and back.
I see you with
Numerous forms, bellies
Mouths, eyes, size and forms.
I see you all sides
You are the universe
With no begining
no middle no end.
I am going back and back.
I am happy
I am with you always
And all the quarters are
Entirely filled by you alone.
I am afraid
Without you
I am terror-struck.
I lost my control
And lost peace.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Lifted From This Treason
You've been dazed.
For invested reasons.
Those who are crazed...
Have been taught,
To keep their thoughts
Kneeling on knees.
Saved!
And lifted from this treason.
These acts that attack,
And hold others back...
Are criminal at least!
Freedom has been fantasized,
As a prize denied...
To those restricted.
Others with their eyes opened wide,
See hypocrisies and lies...
As ways to increase defeat!
you've been dazed!
And amazing is your capture.
You've settled for so long,
For the wrong...
And believed that this was right!
saved!
And lifted from this treason.
These acts that attack...
While holding people back,
Are criminal!
Spreading disasters and disease.
God has ordered 'angels'
To show the world...
He is not pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Obscurity
My life works hard around obscurity it orders my life
My life is a blessing it defines obscurity in my life
Would there be no obscurity there’d be no life
There’d be no me there’d be no exhilaration
Fretfulness, absorption, anticipation love to lust, lust to love
life to death, death to life pain to hurt, hurt to misery
It’s all a obscurity creativeness, endowment and talent
To my poetic life what would there be a obscurity
poem by Dr Shamim ali
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is Inevitable
Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth.
When it is revealed,
Can no longer be concealed.
Or interpreted for something it is not.
And regretting not to have embraced it,
When that opportunity comes.
To have it faced,
Does not change the integrity of those
Who have known and lived the truth.
When opposition displays its evil.
Although,
Those who have based their lives.
On lies told as they lived,
Are the ones haunted by their misdeeds.
Observed as seen.
Leaving truth shown to be spoken and known,
Eventually winning all battles!
It is inevitable that an evil is chased away.
Once the masquerading of it has been exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talk Talk
I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concern my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
I have to hide my face
Or go some other place
No!
I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
Stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides and gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size
I can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be what everybody has
Against me! (ooh! ooh! ooh! yeah!)
Now here's my situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Shame
(sung with hal ketchum) written by neil diamond and hal ketchum
(check it out
Im a little man
But youre my woman
And together well be strong)
The end of the road, is lonesome and cold
Aint no place for making a stand
I got too much of you on my mind
Too much time on my hands
Some people say there just aint no way
We can hold on and see this thing thru
I dont care what they say
They never loved one like you
Shame, it comes in every size
Touches many lives
Knocks on many doors
Shame, Ive seen it in your eyes
Hurt you with their lies
But words dont count at all
Because I dont care what they say
There aint no shame in loving you
I remember the day that I drove you away
Lord that whistle gave a lonesome moan
The train that took you away
Is gonna bring you back home
And Ill be standing right there in the cold mornng air
When that train comes a rolling in
Knowing, once youre back in my arms
You wont be leaving again
Shame, it comes in every size
Touches many lives
Knocks on many doors
Shame, Ive seen it in your eyes
Theyll hurt you with their lies
But their words dont count at all
Because I dont care what they say
There aint no shame in loving you
No, I dont care what they say
There aint no shame in loving you
Me, I dont care what they say
There aint no shame in loving you
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Very Few Options Left
Say whatever you like
But those fantasized all their lives
Have very few options left
To live their lives without the presence of reality
Consider it an invasion
A process there but choosing not to see
These are the people we should all fear
They actually believe 'life' is their creation
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Wet Hair Feels Cool on My Skin
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin
As she came fresh from the shower.
She lies near me and rest begins.
Her whispers soft, a quiet wind
Caress my senses for an hour.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.
I’m at peace more than ever when
I lay down with her in her bower,
She lies near me and rest begins.
Now love’s sensations lie within
A subtle simple touch of power-
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.
She holds my heart fast with a grin
Delicately, like a flower.
She lies near me and rest begins.
I say that now if this be sin
I don’t in fear of death cower.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin:
She lies near me and rest begins.
2009
poem by William Mcgehee
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Falsely Applied Devotion
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
They still point their fingers,
To pick out weirdos and freaks.
Those they consider different from them.
And those folks are hardly uptight.
Those folks picked sleep peacefully at night.
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
And everything around them has begun to sink.
As their hypocritical lives lived...
Shows cracks in foundations,
And with their beliefs on the brink.
But still they think of themselves as better than others.
And nothing they can show with evidence can prove this one bit!
Since the medications they take everyday faithfully...
Can not with falsely applied devotion just be prayed away.
Nor can their evils be hidden in masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps If I Fantasized
Perhaps if I fantasized,
I'd find less time to be critical.
Perhaps if I adorned my eyes with blinders.
I wouldn't mind bumping against the decadence.
And convince myself.
What I've done is run into a flower,
That has grown releasing into the air.
Fresh floral scents.
And not the garbage that is there.
Perhaps if I fantasized,
I'd find more time to be surprised.
That I could actually do it!
With the covering of my eyes,
After a long tote on crack.
And believing myself to be a fire hydrant.
Soliciting strays dogs passing by to attract.
Perhaps if I fantasized.
Like many I would not recognize reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Phenomenon of Love
It's now time to say goodbye and bid each other farewell
we may yet see one another again perhaps, who can tell?
The paths of our life often cross over familiar ground
and so in the days of our lives those memories hound.
How sweet life seems when everything goes well
but when misfortune strikes it becomes like hell.
The experience of life always has an opposite side
and things we once valued most no longer provide.
When we turn our back to love the heart inside us does shrink
and the vacuum created there will cause many to reach a brink.
In certain matters of love we're all found to be a little wanting
but then the true object of all our love is the most demanding.
If love comes our way the world seems full of joy
and each moment feels as if it's a wonderful ploy.
The grace of love is quite blissful while it does last
and the pleasure of the beloved is the main repast.
Everyone in the world has at least one tale of love to recite
regardless even of their situation and any condition despite.
Whether it be one of woe that only brings sadness to the heart
or one that's joyful relating of lovers who are no longer apart.
The phenomenon of love is the story of an ever ongoing human saga
with a broken or joyous heart many people sing about as their raga.
Its consumation lies in the fulfilment of love with lover and beloved
and the glory of this end only those brave enough have discovered.
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poem by George Krokos
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Hype, Demystified
it lies in the sleigh of the hand
it lies in explosions before triggers
it lies in making up for the fact.
it lies as the investment of an investment
it lies in the trajectory of its rapture
from itself towards itself
being reeled up in limbo
being enjoyed in its self-indulgence.
it lies baiting for a prize
which lies as the bait
it lies oxidized
in the pulling of airs.
it lied in a climaxing flux
out of nowhere towards nothing
it lied in the whimper of its orgasm
it lied in turning you on
it lied.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Meltdown
And as we witness this meltdown...
A nagging blame game begins.
Like spoiled children arguing in a playground...
They jeopardize lives without end.
Incompetent loyalists of aged documents...
Those who observe shut their eyes.
But the many who can't buffer this 'noise' they hear,
Are trapped in a hole that's deepening in size!
These fools are now believed...
And the consequences no one can leave!
'Would you like an olive in your blood cocktail? '
We are sipping this heated shhhhh...mess,
In little drips!
And the excuses come to solve this are in tattered bits!
'Would you care for more madness in silk or satin underwear?
Someone is addressing this by taking orders over there!
We must have this meltdown with more flair.
Don't you agree?
That's the way it's going to be...
Unfortunately that's their policy! '
And as we witness this meltdown...
A nagging blame game begins.
Like spoiled children arguing in a playground...
They jeopardize lives without end.
Incompetent loyalists of aged documents...
Those who observe shut their eyes.
But the many who can't buffer this 'noise' they hear,
Are trapped in a hole that's deepening in size!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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