Portraying Themselves As a Class of Masters
These matters would not exist...
If not discussed,
With such digusted persistence.
To insist that what is not real for some...
Does not undo what has been done,
Or mean others are not dealing with it...
For centuries to overcome.
Some would say homelessness and racism,
Aren't realities lived surrounding them.
And yet there are millions living like this,
In a country they all live in!
And these situations are not just observed,
From tourists eyes...
But also lived by countless others,
Who can not hide as they try to survive.
Poverty and joblessness...
Aren't fantasized conditions,
Just 'minorities' live with!
They happen to dwell in urban cities...
While a 'majority' come into work,
And leave these scenes strapped with taxes...
Taking resources and quick they flee!
Those hustling with fat paychecks,
Want to believe...
They are not restricted,
From an abundance of opportunities!
And as long as they reflect,
A standard of life they respect...
Their visions are not limited,
With constant reminders they are rejected...
By someone else's perspective!
As they live in a 'world'
With images of themselves everywhere displayed.
Providing comforts for those of similar faces...
Portraying themselves as a class of masters.
And shepherding others,
To their accepted places!
As they announce their actions...
Benefits their interests,
To incite destruction and immoral conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hocus Pocus
They don't know what they want.
Taking indecisive jaunts...
With new personas changed,
Undaunted with flaunted aims!
And they are the ones
To say others aren't real.
When they themselves aren't sure,
What it is they feel.
Quick to attack...
Without a moment's notice,
Disappearing to come back...
As if it's hocus pocus,
That keeps them so unfocused!
Demanding a respect,
They themselves do not reflect!
In times when it's accepted...
They with disdain,
Often reject it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Millions Do Live In Poverty
That millions do live in poverty should never be seen as okay
The gap between the haves and the have nots keeps getting bigger by the day
Everyone should have the chance to live happy a home to live in and enough for to eat
There never should be slums and ghettos and never a poverty street,
That millions are born to live in poverty and to end their hard lives in despair
Only tells us if there's a god that god favours the wealthy and that god is not very fair
To leave millions homeless and dying of malnutrition the people condemned to die poor and young
In the refugee camps of the World live the displaced, the poor and unsung,
In the age of celebrity worship the poor in millions multiply
Why millions are destined to be poor don't ask me I wouldn't know why
Even in the World's wealthiest Countries poor people are no longer rare
And millions and millions of have nots in the bigger World out there
And millions are dying of hunger and millions are doing it tough
And millions are displaced and homeless and as refugees living it rough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Cling Onto Their Fantasized Insights
I do hope things work out alright,
For those who cling onto their fantasized insights.
Those who impose upon themselves and others,
Restricted wishes...
To see the World that is,
With realities observed quickly dismissed.
I do hope things work out for them,
Who choose to live in 'comfort zones'
Scented in marmalade, lilac and peppermint mists.
And cuddled within mindsets,
Absent of truths to deal with.
With choices to erase from themselves,
All signs of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do I Live
How Do I
Get Through The Night Without You
If I Had To Live Without You
What Kind Of Life Would That Be
Oh I
I Need You In My Arms Need You To Hold
You're My World My Heart My Soul
If You Ever Leave
Baby You Would Take Away Everything Good In My Life
And Tell Me Now
How Do I Live Without You
I Want To Know
How Do I Breathe Without You
If You Ever Go
How Do I Ever Ever Survive
How Do I How Do I Oh How Do I Live
Without You
There'd Be No Sun In My Sky
There Would Be No Love In My Life
There'd Be No World Left For Me
And I
Baby I Don't Know What I Would Do
I'd Be Lost If I Lost You
If You Ever Leave
Baby You Would Take Away Everything Real In My Life
And Tell Me Now
How Do I Live Without You
I Want To Know
How Do I Breathe Without You
If You Ever Go
How Do I Ever Ever Survive
How Do I How Do I Oh How Do I Live
Please Tell Me Baby
How Do I Go On
If You Ever Leave
Baby You Would Take Away Everything
I Need You With Me
Baby Don't You Know That You're Everything
Real In My Life
And Tell Me Now
How Do I Live Without You
I Want To Know
How Do I Breathe Without You
If You Ever Go
How Do I Ever Ever Survive
How Do I How Do I Oh How Do I Live
How Do I Live Without You
How Do I Live Without You Baby
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from You Light Up My Life
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Leave That To
I've never known what it's like real poverty
And I've always been lucky life is good to me
And since I've never known illness or physical pain
I am not one with the right to complain
Leave that to those who are doing it tough
The homeless and destitute who have to live rough
The forgotten people of Poverty Street
Who search in rubbish bins for thrown out food to eat
Leave that to the millions of Stateless refugees
Hungry and subject to every known disease
Life for them a constant survival fight
If they complain they have earned the right
I've lived for sixty one years in time a good span
And I cannot complain I am a lucky man.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Selfish Isolation
They believe what has been stolen,
From wicked beginnings...
Belongs to them.
Declaring with documents,
Who has rights...
To live the kind of life they like.
And using their injustices,
To rule upon others' land.
With weapons that defend their 'interests'...
With a firm and upper,
Rusting...
Corrupted hand.
With divisions they've inflicted,
They insist a united front exists!
But even with their greed afflictions...
Their beliefs aren't to unify.
As depicted by the turmoil...
They let persist to the bitter end.
And now their conflicts...
Have come to reflect,
A selfish isolation!
With a total disrespect.
And a regret that faces them!
Pray they do,
But it's too late.
For a fate that awaits their sins.
This is what happens to folks who aspire...
To rule with a might.
Only God declares and protects...
When He alone is in their sight!
And political divisions,
Are not what God envisions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do I Live [extended Mix]
How do I,
Get through the night without you?
If I had to live without you,
What kind of life would that be?
Oh, I
I need you in my arms, need you to hold,
You're my world, my heart, my soul,
If you ever leave,
baby you would take away everything good in my life,
and tell me now
How do I live without you?
I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go,
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?
Without you,
There'd be no sun in my sky,
There would be no love in my life,
There'd be no world left for me.
And I,
Baby I don't know what I would do,
I'd be lost if I lost you,
If you ever leave,
Baby you would take away everything real in my life,
And tell me now,
How do I live without you?
I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go,
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?
Please tell me baby,
How do I go on?
If you ever leave,
Baby you would take away everything,
I need you with me,
Baby don't you know that you're everything,
Real in my life?
And tell me now,
How do I live without you,
I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go,
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?
How do I live without you?
How do I live without you baby
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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How Do I Live
How do i
Get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be?
Oh i, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
Your my world my heart my soul
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything good in my life.
And tell me now
How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do i
How do i
Oh how do I live? .
Without you
Thered be no sun in my sky
There would be no love in my life
There would be no world left for me
And i
Baby I dont know what I would do
Id be lost if I lost you
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything real in my life
And tell me now
How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do i
How do i
Oh how do I live? ...
If you ever leave
Baby you would take away everything
Need you with me
Baby coz you know your everything good in my life
And tell me now
How do I live without you
I want to know
How do I breathe without you
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do i
How do i
Oh how do I live
How do I live without you
How do I live without you baby.......
How do I live....
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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There You were
There you were
You’re always laughing at me
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
Each night I cry
Don’t tell me you don’t know why
But I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression.
You were too blind to see my real worth
But I lived again
There you were abusing me
Torturing my life inside out
I still don’t know why
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
But I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You were too blind to see my real worth
But I lived again
A day won’t go by
When I think of you
How cruel you were to me
And how I became stronger
Day by day
From the thoughts of you
Giving and not taking
From me, for me
And I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You were too blind to see my real worth
And I lived again
Now you are helping me
That’s how life’s supposed to be
There you are being a friend
But is it true until the end?
And you raised me up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You re-gained your sight and saw my worth
And you lived again
There you were
poem by Lyrael Myrna
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It Would Not Exist!
Who put that there?
'They did.'
They 'who'?
'Them.'
Them 'Who'?
'Those who wanted it there.'
Then why are you complaining?
'I don't want it there.
It's in my way.'
Then why don't you get rid of it?
'It's none of my business.'
Then 'they' or 'them' aren't the only ones...
Seeking to have it stay the way it is!
If you did not welcome it,
It would not exist!
And that is the reason there are many conflicts.
People have grown tired of accepting 'that'...
Which for them they wish removed.
And 'them' and 'those' who put it there...
Are being shown their actions are not approved.
So you have had it your way.
By having nothing to do with it!
And you are not alone.
There are many who sit,
Complain and moan!
'And 'where' are you going? '
I am not agonizing my life!
I have chosen to live it.
And 'they' or 'them'...
Are not a part of my vision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imagine
Imagine life had no pain
No war or hate
religion profane
We All had the same beliefs
Lived in unity
A world of peace
No illnesses or disease
Have no fear
We live at ease
No control over people
No world leaders
We all made equal
No child abduction
Do away with
Weapons of mass destruction
Suffering did not exist
A life of sin
Would not be missed
Everyone is classed the same
No rich or poor
Greed or shame
I live in hope
But its just a dream
The way we live
Is to extreme
I just pray
That will be forgiven for
killing this beautiful planet
That we live in
poem by Nic Hillen
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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 Russians Are Coming
The last time I purchased gasoline,
That was from someone from the Middle East.
Literally.
He owned that gas station.
And said he had three.
The last time I wanted something to eat,
It wasn't a pizza, a burger or a hotdog.
That was Chinese.
Fried rice with pork, an egg roll
And Wanton soup.
My last car was made in Japan.
The jeans I wore had a Korean tag.
And they were baggy.
I liked the way they sagged.
The last time I visited New York City...
I walked into a building that was owned by the Germans.
I purchased a newspaper from someone who spoke French.
Most of the banks where I live are controlled by the South Africans.
And they speak with a Dutch accent!
And now you're trying to tell me, 'The Russians Are Coming!
The Russians Are Coming? '
If millions of Mexicans are living here illegally...
What is all the fuss about?
Let the Russians come!
Aren't they here already?
I'm a Black man...
And all of them roll their eyes at me.
And I can trace my family tree in this country,
Back for centuries.
And the only thing I'm qualified to do,
Is to entertain everyone!
On stages, sports or just sitting on a stoop...
When the tourists come through the neighborhood,
As if we were in a zoo!
The Indians own all of the casinos.
And where the Buffalos roam...
They wont even leave them alone!
United they want to claim we are.
But they aren't in that 'state' of mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Flags
Some people are born under two flags.
Their parents are of two countries
and this is the situation of me.
I live under one flag,
but wish I lived under the other.
For a while, I lived under the other flag
and felt the world belong to me.
Now I live under the one flag
and everything seems to be taken from me.
Those who inspire my life
live under the other flag.
While the ones whose flag I live under
fail to recognise the potential within me.
It is a dilemma I face everyday,
whether to go or to stay.
However I am not the only one,
there must be many more just like me
who live under two flags
and wish they lived under the one farthest away.
2 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Tolerance Through The Year
A little bit of tolerance lives
Within your heart each day,
When you do a worthwhile deed,
Give a word of encouragement away.
Do not save your kindness
For just a special or selective time?
We all want to be loved and accepted
And live in a world that is fine.
Give a helping hand to someone,
Instill hope and spirit today.
The things that mean the most
Aren't always those for which we pay.
Racism and discrimination has not faded,
Many people live in hatred and fear.
So, keep tolerance living in your heart
And it will grow immensely every year.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Intent of Your Analogies
How can you accuse me of being racist,
When I am the one profiled...
In my own backyard.
Microscoped and studied!
How can you do this?
And insist on using comparisons.
With statistics to prove and show...
My abilities and progress,
You publicly announce is below yours!
And decidedly quite slow.
How can you say I live substandardly?
When you are there to ensure,
My advancements made are limited...
As you wish them by your actions to be.
And the affects of your oppression,
Only reflects your insecurities.
Tinged with your obsession
Anyone who has lived to witness this,
Knows how preposterous your allegations.
And the intent of your analogies.
Glorified with a suppression you possess.
And it is no coincidence,
'Anal' is the root that summarizes your excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She And I
She and i live in our own little world
Don't worry about the world outside
She and i agree
She and i lead a perfectly normal life
Ah but just because we aren't often seen socially
People think we've got something to hide.
But all our friends know we're just a little old fashioned
She and i
Oh ain't it great
Aint it fine
To have a love for someone that others can't find
Aint it wonderful to know all we ever need is just the two of us
She and i
So wonderful
She and i
She and i share with every body else
The same wants, needs and desires
She and i save
She and i pay on everything we acquire
Ah but just because we aren't often seen separately
People think we live one life.
Its hard for them to see how anyone could be as close as
She and i
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Not a Sight For the Weak
An obsession that has addicted...
With traditions held thick,
With desires and things to aspire and climb...
Higher to obtain those symbolic dreams.
And a dripping of teases to attach and cling...
To a love for toys!
And entertainment needs.
Has descended upon the people...
A reality,
That brings an economy to its knees.
This greed has fed generations,
To depend on things to hoard.
Things to establish a standard lived...
For all to score luxurious rewards,
While those fighting in troubled wars...
Are the ones who should receive,
Such accolades and applause that greets.
Suffer they today from conflicts and sefishness.
Suffer today,
From an evil corruption taught.
Just to obtain a slice that pieces an ego to feel,
Accepted and complete.
A deceiving sought...
That depletes their pockets.
And this conformity to be like one's neighbor...
Has brought entire cities and states to the floor.
Slamming the doors where they labored.
To unite together in a massive state of denial!
Still this has them fantasized and deluded.
A demoralized society once revered now begs.
With hopes to prolong their decadent ways...
To keep!
In stubborn mindsets that dreads,
In fear to cause anguish and weeping.
Even though their pleas will not soon see them retreat,
From the glares they give to the homelessness...
Ignored and left,
Unaddressed as one would do to pests.
And yet,
This leaves a sea of stunned faces...
Bracing together in chilling air.
Standing in lines on streets they abandoned,
Back during the times they fled to flea 'minorities'.
When their eyes would dismiss,
Those helpless and hungry,
Those now prioritized...
To be the first to be served to eat!
And this upsets,
Those who were accustomed...
To sniffing their upturned noses,
As they passed those distressed.
While observing the changes,
Of what has come.
To have sit on their shoulders,
With bitterness to weight on bended backs.
And try hard to hide their pride and tears.
Reminiscing a greed...
With a reality close and now feared.
And much too near to their pretensions.
To express digressions obsessed with love.
Is not a sight for the weak.
They have chosen to standby their values!
And what they valued has them living their lives lived bleak.
With a hope that something recognizable returns...
For an evaluation to be given and kept on their terms.
But the motivating of negotiation days have been fading.
Long before they waited in impatience to debate.
In an openness that lifts voices screaming.
And faces tormented with mental illness...
That is too real, to fake or smother one's heartbreak.
This,
Is in the vision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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