Out of Place
One man is jailed for crimes
Against humanity!
While another walks free...
And clearly is the worse enemy,
By exposing 'his' insanity...
With reasons that are deemed justified!
And upheld by those
Who see nothing wrong that is exposed
Or out of place by disgraceful events
No one with common sense would allow!
And these are the days of our lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The wrong reasons
Until then i realised,
The choices i made,
The decisions i chose,
Options i neglated,
Justified,
All the wrong reasons
My instincts deceived me,
When i trusted them the most,
The conciousness i had,
Destroyed by my own conscience,
Relying on beliefs,
Yet my heart never proved,
All the wrong reasons
My enemy became my shadow,
The same destroyed me,
Striking foward was striking myself,
Little did my mentality know,
Covered ina cloud of mysticism,
Seeing love in hate,
Finding passion in the dark,
Proving desire in envy,
Against the realities i went,
Yet still i justified,
All the wrong reasons
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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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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In Their Own Sick Minds
They plan the deaths of and murder people they do not even know
Which causes me for to wonder how this can be so
In their own sick minds they write their own laws
Is Humanity not considered in their political cause
They murder people guilty of only one crime
To be in the wrong place and there at the wrong time
When they call themselves freedom fighters they have got it all wrong
A freedom fighter to their group would not wish to belong
They hardly would know what freedom is about
And their very sanity one has to doubt
To live free of fear is a basic Human Right
And even of such a freedom they do gladly make light
Of and they are a disgrace to Humanity of them one can say
And to Karma for their crimes a huge price they must pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet- The Modern World
The modern man eats worms, insects and dirt,
And finds scientific reasons for the same!
With marriages at stake, men, women flirt;
The family in chaos! what a shame!
The foreign cultures worm their way to us;
Wrong-doers go scot-free many a time;
The ignorant ones follow, become worse;
Caught bad are the sane ones with lives sublime!
Man has become to core most immoral!
He has given up his sense of values;
And practicing sex most unnatural,
He lives in nudity with painted hues.
Through rapid advances that Science has made,
Allowed has man, his conscience to fade.
poem by John Celes
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All The Wrong Reasons
Trouble blew in on a cold dark wind
It came without no warnin
And that big ol house went up for sale
They were on the road by morning
The days went slow into the changing season
Out in the col d for all the wrong reasons
Well she grew up hard, and she grew up fast
In the age of television
And she made a vow to have it all
It became her new religion
Down in her soul, it was an act of treason
Down they go, for al l the wrong reasons
Where the sky begins the horizon ends
Despite the best intentions
And a big old man goes up for sale
He becomes his own invention
The days go slow, into the changing season
Bought and sold for all the wrong reasons
Down they go for all the wrong reasons
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Left Community
they say you broke the law
they said you were against God
no place for the lefties
no place for the different road
join us or leave us
enemy but not a friend
seems it was my mistake
or seems I'm the one who made
look to the mirror
for God's sake look to the mirror
the left is right and differents are same
and what seems right is just left
do you call it wrong for the same
but seems no reasons are left
from right to left
and from left they write
by God's creation that it was
and what it was seems what's right
look to the mirror
for God's sake look to the mirror
the left is right and differents are same
and what seems right is just left
do you call it wrong for the same
but seems no reasons are left
but while thought is running
and people are accusing
by the name of law they're calling
yes a leftie for law is breaking
and to all of you I say...
look to the mirror
for God's sake look to the mirror
the left is right and differents are same
and what seems right is just left
do you call it wrong for the same
but seems no reasons are left
poem by Taher Shemaly
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Madly In Love
Madly in love and butt naked!
But not with their spouses.
As they cavort on bear skin rugs,
And leather couches.
Responsible citizens...
And leaders with credentials.
But their lust is overwhelming...
As they sneak to rendevous,
To satisfy temptations...
For weekend screws.
Madly in love and butt naked!
Nothing they do is regretted.
Pretentions disguised at social events.
And justified they believe...
They should have no contempt for deceptions,
Meant!
These folks with loose libidos,
Hold positions in goverment.
Conducting their own affairs,
With a public trust they circumvent!
Madly in love?
Or representing a gluttony of insanity?
As a constituency hungers in homelessness...
While those who lead them,
Sweat and feed their lusts...
With a twisted ignorance.
Madly in love...
And accountability dazed!
Madly in love...
And exposing how fools like these,
Are crazed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Sanctified
Its still getting worse after everything I tried.
What if I found a way to wash it all aside.
What if she touches with those fingertips.
As the words spill out like fire from her lips.
If she says come inside Ill come inside for her.
If she says five it all Ill give everything to her.
I am justified.
I am purified.
I am sanctified.
Inside you
Heavens just a rumor shell dispel.
As she walks me through the nicest parts of hell.
I still dream of lips I never should have never kissed.
Well she knows exactly what I cant resist
If she says come inside Ill come inside for her.
If she says five it all Ill give everything to her.
I am justified.
I am purified.
I am sanctified.
Inside you
Im just caught up in another of her spells.
Shes turning me into someone else.
Everyday I hope and pray this will end.
But when I can I do it all again
If she says come inside Ill come inside for her.
If she says five it all Ill give everything to her.
I am justified.
I am purified.
I am sanctified.
Inside you
As surely as the blades course is run.
Maybe my kingdoms finally come
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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The War Winners
The war winners always write the war history and as for those in war who have known defeat
They never do know of adulation and with a sad ending they meet
Arrested and tried for war crimes and executed for crimes against humanity
The victorious war leaders are feted as heroes though they seem no less guilty to me
Than those who are known as war losers in war far too many do die
And that the victorious of war crimes not guilty in truth of course only a lie
How can the one who order the bombings that killed thousands of people be seen as one quite free of taint
When they are guilty of mass murder and a murderer cannot be a saint
Why do we make heroes of villians two wrongs never do make a right
Though the winner is always the hero that's how it is in every fight
And the war dead with tears are remembered and the war mothers weep for their dead
Though their dead children helped to win the war and good things of them have been said.
The war winners write the war history that's how it is and it will always be
But history itself keeps repeating of war will we ever be free
If the victorious war leaders were not treated as heroes and for their war crimes arrested and tried
We may not have had war in the first place and so many young people may not have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
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We are finite creatures. Our lives are small and can only scientifically consider a small part of reality. What's common for us is just a sliver of what's available. We can only see so much of the electromagnetic spectrum. We can only delve so deep into extensions of space. Common sense applies to that which we can access. But common sense is just that. Common. If total sense is what we want, we should be prepared to accept that we shouldn't call infinity weird or strange. The results we've arrived at by accepting it are valid, true within the system we use to understand, measure, predict and order the universe. Perhaps the system still needs perfecting, but at the end of day, history continues to show us that the universe isn't strange. We are.
quote by Michael Stevens
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Those Browbeaters Are Out In Droves
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions
Those browbeaters protest,
With an exposing of their selfishness.
And demand an attention to focus on their needs.
Regardless of the sacrificing done,
Of those historically
Forced to exist to please on bended knees.
Browbeaters like these,
Insist their standards valued should be those
Unopposed by the ones seeking,
To diminish inequities.
The ones with a consciousness
With beliefs that equality benefits humanity.
Those browbeaters are out in droves.
With their voices raised high
Proposing to keep,
Fantasies kept about their lives
Free of restrictions.
But those restrictions must limit
The feeding of greed,
That has depleted with a decreasing
All aspects of the economy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Manhattan
Nothing worth a damn
Can be sifted through the brain
Sense dont make the
Man
But you insist on being sane
Dont take time to
Think
Or youre done before
You start
Theres no missing link
Cause its right there
In your heart
Take a closer look,
Theres an answer not a
Question
In that may-december line
Youll bite a bigger
Hook
Than the one you want to leave behind
Remember manhattan
Woody wasnt wrong
Remember manhattan
Before you say so long
How you gonna tell
If it stands the test of time
Theres no wishing well
That comestrue without the dime
Its a common curse
That the grass is always greener
No matter what you have
But nothing could be worse
Than to try to reproduce the past
Remember manhattan
Woody wasnt wrong
Remember manhattan
Before you say so long
Remember manhattan
What did woody say
He said, remember manhattan
Before you walk away
Lose your common sense
cause you may not get the chance again
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Ancestral domain my quest
history tells on people, geography, race, culture and
events, is a wonderful topic for, the process gives
meaningful aspect of human sphere
great civilization started in common principle, an
inherent idea, that all men are created equal, above
other living animal who lives in this wonderful earth
a unquestionable notion that all species are free to
procreate, free to exist, free to subdue of what is
given and has all the opportunity to live in any given
time
the land is the only living testimony that witness the
existence of our races in many ages, for it is the race
who own the land, any dishonor of the human race is
worse than death
not need to go, beyond cultural languages and principle
but only we need to know the basic principle that before
the culture comes to existence the human lives, owns
the land
defination of terminology, even indigenous people as
defind has nothing to say on the real meaning of race,
words definition, hutchs the essence of human race
it is now the quest of every race, to praxis and achieve
our meaningful existence, for only our race lives forever,
and zeal by time in the history of ancestral domain,
a quest of our human race.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Heart Without A Mind Of Its Own
When a fire within,
Begins heating from a need...
Staying with a flame uncontained.
No effort made can remove this feeling,
Within...
Started by another set on purpose to blaze.
Gone away...
And exposed,
Is a heart without a mind of its own.
And gone away...
Goes...
Anything related to a...
Common sense.
When a fire within,
Begins heating from a need...
Staying with a flame uncontained.
No effort made can remove this feeling,
Within...
Started by another set on purpose to blaze.
Gone away...
And exposed,
Is a heart without a mind of its own...
To burn with yearning.
Gone away,
To expose...
Goes,
Anything related to a...
Common sense.
And gone away,
To expose...
Goes,
Anything related to a...
Common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anger
Anger
(I'm my own worse enemy)
It
Became
My drug
And I allowed
It to control
My every move
Loved it's power
When I allow it to take me from
Feeling happy to being put in a position to being in an angry mood.
Its power rains red and birth mark on the ones in my mind who I think wrong me, and usually the people who got my back the ones I know that loves me.
When I wake up I try not to see my self as bully! ! ! but some where deep inside there's a beautiful person in me, and I'm over situation quickly, so I don't have to face my issue that's with in me and that is I'm my own worse enemy.
Sir Clarence of greater
poem by Clarence Williams
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So Much For Human Rights And Liberty
In China they jail everyone who dare to speak their mind
And even in the so called Democratic Countries you will find
That many innocents have been jailed and even executed wrongfully
So much for human rights and liberty.
Even the United States the so called Land of the free
In human rights has a poor history
And people have been wrongfully jailed and executed there
But then it's true of course that life is not always fair.
In Britain due to acts of terror by the I.R.A.
Many for the crimes of others had to pay
And spend years in jails far from home and family
Though wrongfully condemned they suffered years of ignominy
In Australia they incarcerate refugees
In detention centres in the outback in landscapes barren of trees
Though not guilty of any crimes they spend months and years locked up because
Of bureaucratic red tape and oppressive laws.
Though for freedom and justice many young men have fought and died
Not alone in China but in Countries World-wide
People are still wrongfully incarcerated at the pleasure of the State
And due to a miscarriage of justice left to an uncertain fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nuclear war is such an emotional subject that many people see the weapons themselves as the common enemy of humanity.
quote by Herman Kahn
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Calm, Cool And Collected
There is nothing you have in common with me.
I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish,
Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face.
You have no idea what it takes,
To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected.
When on some days I rage inside from my experiences.
Even when those believe they can step on my toes,
They have not a clue...
Where that act they have done in my mind goes.
There is nothing you have in common with me.
I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish,
Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face.
You have no idea what it takes,
To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected.
When on some days I rage inside from my experiences.
I know I am blessed.
And so are those who have stepped on my toes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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