Pack In More 'Nuts
Pack in more 'nuts'.
At least keep the perceptions,
That way.
We must double up.
Two million is not enough.
Build more cells.
To hype a safety in minds kept...
Believing we are here to protect their interests.
And not thieving from them blind,
Their rights!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monoclonal Perceptions
Greed has superceded,
And implemented their reason for living.
Even taking that from which another has...
To declare it theirs,
Has made their existence sad...
With these digressive diversions!
They have detached themselves,
From the teachings of faith and God.
With prayers to win with sins and deceit.
Believing the 'Creator' is theirs to claim,
While they choose to maim and defeat...
With greedy needs to conquer over others.
A mentality of destruction,
To isolate themselves in total darkness...
Keeps them in constant chants to war!
With interests only to deplete others of their rights to live!
And this Earth has tired of their monoclonal perceptions!
This treason against Mother Nature,
Has made 'her' quite upset.
And 'she' now uses all 'her' living cells,
In rebellion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The idea that 'the public interest' supersedes private interests and rights can have but one meaning that the interests and rights of some individuals take precedence over the interests and rights of others.
Public Safety
You have no 'constitutional' rights,
To police protection.
The police are there to uphold the 'law'.
Public safety...
That's all!
And 'if' it has been determined,
That 'law' has been broken...
Guess who is going to jail?
That is certain.
Those 'laws' will prevail!
People yelling, 'Protect me and mine! '
Will find themselves ignored,
Most of the time!
Police are trained to deal with you psychologically...
However,
Your individual needs...
Are not theirs to feed!
Your rights to protect yourself is best.
And that's why the streets are full of such unrest!
IF you have problems with this as it is...
Know what those laws are!
And why crime has risen...
Bringing folks to tears.
And your individual feelings,
Are not part of constitutional business!
You have no 'constitutional' rights,
To police protection.
The police are there to uphold the 'law'.
Public safety...
That's all!
And your taxes 'may' be used,
To fill a pothole!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you hype something and it succeeds, you're a genius - it wasn't a hype. If you hype it and it fails, then it was just a hype.
quote by Neil Bogart
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We Just Go Nuts At Christmastime
Up the driveway, down the walk
Oh, janets hair is like her moms
Whos got her own, but acts like somethings
Different from the eyebrows up
Seems like only yesterday
Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e
I love you both and yuletide is pure
H-e-double-l for me
And we just go nuts at christmastime
Thats when everything falls apart
We just go nuts at christmastime
But its another year before were together again
Hi, this is john of they might be giants
As youre driving down the highway at 100 miles an hour with your head wagging out the window,
We urge you, please, put down the phone
We just go nuts at christmastime
Thats when everything falls apart
We just go nuts at christmastime
But its another year before were together
Again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Limitating Foolishness
Those of narrow minds of self centeredness,
Believing they alone can manipulate...
That which has a Supreme Intelligence.
Have based their perceptions...
On a feeding of myths.
A feeding that soon...
Comes to reveal such limitating,
Foolishness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This World
They say trust on us
They say our time will come
And your dreams will come alive
One day, we will find
No way to cross this line
Its where our worlds collide
This world is not made for you and i
Its build on blood and a million lies
Some say we dont fit in
Were lost in another world
Their truth will never hold
Cos , ones heart is ones soul
Were living ,day by day
Let them wither, till theyre old and grey
This world is not made for you and i
Its build on blood and a million lies
I was blind, but now I see
We are destined for misery
If youre lost, you wont be found
There is no guiding hand of destiny
This world is not made for you and i
Its build on blood and a million lies
They paint the fabric of our lives, down and out
With nowhere to hide
What you miss, what you need, what you lack is a peace of mind, our worlds collide.
song performed by by Xymox
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Somewhere Deep Inside Your Denials Kept
Heckled by the hecklers,
Now found splintered by their own grief.
So easy was it for them to ridicule...
When they had the safety of employment,
And the backing of what they believed...
Was an economy strong to support their taunts!
Now haunted by their flaunting ways,
To portray themselves as a better class.
With some among them now asking why,
If they are so superior...
Why have those they've elected to protect them...
Blatantly ignore them and treat them like common trash?
'Oh...?
Your trash has been common for quite a while!
That is what those of deceiving greed do.
Psych and hype up the minds to gain trust.
And suck up your resources...
While they ensure you are entertained by concepts of greed,
And the need to feed temptations and lust!
Then with a pinch of fear to inflict.
With a dominating hatred...
Towards those who are promoted as enemies.
Using one's color and religion as excuses to begin.
And then to spread the word,
They are coming...coming they are,
To destroy the interests of those addicted...
To a way of life nonexisting.
Only in the throes of propaganda!
As seen on TV and in commercial ads.
And then with that as a distraction...
All funds are pocketed and then they run!
Isn't that not obvious? '
~But we are children of the chosen! ~
'You have been chosen?
Yes!
Oh yes.You have! Most definitely.
You have been chosen...
To be duped, hoodwinked, bamboozled, smoked screened...
Lied to with deceit and stripped of your resources.
And I'll refrain from calling you a sucker.
Somewhere deep inside your denials kept,
I am sure you now have a clue already hinting.
With a manifesting...
Supporting the widening of your eyes! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Girls Are Not For Sale
Can you hear my voice
Can't you see my tears
Can't you see how small my hands still are
I'm the little
girl
Who wants to live her childhood
To play
To run
To sing
I want to grow up with my friends
I will go to school and be a good student
I will receive the best education
And I will graduate from the highest schools
I will be the person who can depend on herself
I want to be the woman who can protect her rights
To work and build my home
I want to be a lawyer
To defend the stolen rights
To Break the bad rules of jungle
To be a good and honest wife and the careful mother
When the right time comes
The girls are not for sale
When the old minds will understand that
When the cruel hearts will wake up to see
That the little girls are still pure angels
Do not steal away their rights to live
As a human being
They are not for sale
They need the innocent care
They need to feel safe
At the world surrounded with fear
Take off your nasty hands
The girls are not for sale
For the sake of millions of stolen childhoods
And their stolen futures and forgotten rights to have a future
And for those who are deprived from existing their normal lives.
Take off your nasty hands.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Paroled
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Made to perceive themselves as beggars.
And perfecting this image,
Day long and through sleepless nights.
Fathers of the homeless with despair to teach.
Ex-cons motivated,
By a preaching learned to do outreach.
Trying to save themselves,
From unconscious misdeeds to prove...
A stupidity they have bought,
Has made them all look like fools.
And they do.
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Believing that the obtaining of 'bling' makes men.
These sad creatures couldn't make sense of two sentences.
And yet they believe their release from prisons,
Rehabilitates them back into a society...
To again associate with the same demons,
That hooked and trapped them...
To the ease of quick addictions.
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Hoping that a life spent in ignorance,
Will get their minds paroled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where are the Flower Children?
Our sons and daughters conceived in
strawberry fields have talked dad
into tying his hair back and mom
into wearing a bra and conforming
to the media-hyped double-talk:
'Lose your civil rights to protect
your freedoms' and 'Spend ourselves
into a massive national debt
to protect our economy' while
pretending everything is still
manufactured in America, or at least
assembled here, not carried over
invisible foreign borders,
stamped MADE IN AMERICA.
poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer
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Sleeping Like Napping Cats
We guzzle up quick those sporting events.
With a rushing done to ease our minds,
From serious thinking to keep common sense...
Prioritized as we survive.
Or...
Something done today as a joke to be made.
And if one laughs too loudly...
Of course we assume that one to be crazed.
We spend more time to be entertained.
Believing the thought process,
Should be left on the shoulders...
Of those we elect to do that best.
Hoping their main concern,
Is to preserve and protect 'our' interests kept.
We are convinced our freedoms are under attack.
But depending on the time of the year and the season,
We wish for the holidays to bring them back.
And when no attention is paid to our daily acts,
We accuse those in politics to be distracted.
Lacking in skills and sleeping like napping cats.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need to Be Discouraged By This
No matter what it is you may do,
You are going to meet...
With someone's disapproval.
And there is no need to be discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
People don't have to know you!
See you or come in contact...
For their entire lives.
Just to know you exist for some,
Who are ready to dismiss you...
Like a piece of chewing gum,
Is enough to piss them off.
Some folks have been nurtured,
To perceive themselves as having territorial rights.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
Because they believe with simple sensibilities,
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has some who are inhaling,
Exhaling without their approval sought.
And someone from the time they were born,
Fed them this impression.
And has led them to the 'Wall of Instability'
For reasons to give them a purpose to live.
With feelings they 'must' defeat,
And conquer over their own insecurities.
Assigned in their minds,
To arrogance and self importance.
No matter how united,
States of minds should be!
There are those who believe,
With simple sensibilities...
The air that is free for all of us to breathe...
Has to meet with their inhaling and exhaling approval.
And they will poison it with conflict,
If they have to protect their interests...
At any cost as witnessed.
However...
There is no need to get discouraged,
By this.
A higher relationship with consciousness,
Approaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our strategic dialogue with China can both protect American interests and uphold our principles, provided we are honest about our differences on human rights and other issues and provided we use a mix of targeted incentives and sanctions to narrow these differences.
quote by Madeleine Albright
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Protect Me From What I Want
Its that desease of the age
Its that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Maybe were victims of fate
Remember when wed celebrate
Wed drink and get high until late
And now were all alone
Wedding bells aint gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now were all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
song performed by by Placebo
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Such Myths Aren't So Easy to Shatter
Foolish are those who believe they can exist,
As being just pieces of a whole...
That nourishes as they come together,
With indifferences to complain or sit.
Or deposit their selfishness...
In self righteous idol worship.
Believing in divisional circumstances...
They are not connected.
Or can live lives undetected.
And by 'what' or 'who'...
Will allow or accept this?
This Earth is just one of uncountable cells!
Dwelling within this 'mental' cosmos.
And that fact...
Seems to continue to elude those,
Believing they are exclusively God's gifts...
In this Universe!
Such myths aren't so easy to shatter!
Or sit to ponder in limited minds,
For too long.
Or too well!
Even with a progress expressed,
And professed.
They can not escape...
From the reality of their creation!
Much longer in existance.
Prior than the event...
Of their use as an experiment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnificent Outpouring
It is said that all the good things
Must come to him who can pretend
He doesnt have to wait
For as surely as the light of day
Must come to drive the night away
The needles and the pins
Thats where the line begins
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
Thats been used a million times
To ease a million minds
There are times when I have told you
That htere must be two of us
To try to work things out
But if I cant see you every day
Then I must hide my thoughts away
And see you when I can
And try to understand
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
Thats been used a million times
To ease a million minds
So let us treat our love likeany game
To fan the flames would really be a sin
For as surely as the snow must fall
I shall be waiting for your call
Pretending it is spring
And youll be mine again
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
Thats been used a million times
To ease a million minds
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Remember I Mentioned Of Hearing Of Rumors
Why is it more are feeling uncomfortably misfit?
And being squeezed between credits and deficits.
While being reminded corruption is not a fantasy,
And it does indeed exist!
Where are the benefits in any of this?
And to whom does it really matter,
Who claims to represent those cherished interests?
When people are stressed out of their minds,
And finding more time to refuse the suppressing of doing it!
Believing to be crazed at least releases one to feel freed.
'Do you hear what that 'nut' is screaming,
Running butt naked down the street? '
~Yes!
He's screaming, 'I am free. I AM free.~
'If I wasn't so uptight...
I would do the same thing.
I would...if...
What are you doing? '
~I'm not so uptight.
Here...
Take my clothes.
I am free. I AM free.~
'God?
Trust me.
I 'think' it is time You should now intervene.
I'm in the midst of witnessing an emergency.
Remember I mentioned of hearing of rumors,
Here on Earth?
Well...
Let me confirm those rumors to be true.
You've got 'nuts' running around naked.
Asses are beginning to flash all over the place.
Is there 'anything' You can immediately do?
Some of these fools are not even on diet plans.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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