Quick As If to Quench One's Thirst
If lifetimes have been spent in pretense...
There is no value for reality.
Limitations of fear, greed and conflict,
Isolates like a disease.
And those afflicted...
Insist upon evil and wickedness,
For their survival.
Or the lack of it,
Thereof!
And an appreciation for their existence,
Becomes dismissed!
As easily as extinguishing lives disrespected.
Quick as if to quench one's thirst for blood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Valued Spit
There are several things that can be done...
To remind some of a wickedness,
That has been in existence.
And applied upon the receiving lives of those,
Who may witness this wickedness...
Coming to an end for them!
But not on the mind,
Of one who has feelings...
Open and exposed!
Forgiveness may be the choice...
Of those not inflicted.
In 'their' minds these crimes should be forgotten.
Believing their souls...
With good deeds performed,
Will be lifted.
An eye for an eye...
Tooth for a tooth.
Just doesn't seem to be proper compensation,
When dealing with those
Who have chosen attitudes uncouth!
A boiling anger still seems to steam!
Fresh and unsettled.
A brewing stews within this kettle!
A satisfying solution for one whose heart aches...
Would be to break every bone,
Of the one who did the wickedness.
And let it be known...
A delight was excited when breaking each bone!
And not with just the stomping...
Or the crunching done,
Alone!
However...
That pain heals.
Even if one is reduced into unconsciousness!
When something done scars,
For the rest of one's life!
Even wishing a slow death to another...
Doesn't fulfill with promise,
To quench one's thirst to see blood shed.
Or in time,
Forgets that appetite to see one dead!
It lingers there inside one's head!
And...
Is it worth it,
To give someone that evil...
Your energy?
People like this,
Aren't worthy of a valued spit!
Even when that's done,
Cursing comes to the lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceiving World.
Try to catch,
But couldn't catch,
Seen as small and big fish,
Then too strong for their hooks,
Swimming under the new city mall,
Swimming under silver bird gallery,
Swimming under the theatre gallery
Where it called to be situated,
In the island of Nigeria Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
Answers in illusion and delusion,
Tried but hid in tenacious pretense,
pretense of long slavery,
Pretense in standard,
Pretense of self interest,
Pretense of wickedness,
Try to catch,
Too strong for the hooks,
Seen as small and big fish,
Swimming in the island,
Swimming under Museum center,
Swimming under cultured and tour-isms,
Where its called to be situated,
In the world of blacks and white,
In the island of Africa.
Asked where is the world,
Deceiving world its means?
ILLUSION, WICKEDNESS, GREED AND HATRED founds,
Appears answers for reality,
Reality of seconds, Movement, distractions, and player hitters,
Called and seen a deceiving world,
Asked where is the world of the deceits,
At levels of a canteen,
Deceiving world at classrooms,
Deceiving world world of movement,
Deceiving world of called percussionists,
Deceiving world indeed and not fiction called.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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Sonnet: When Heaven Answers
What happens when innocent blood is shed,
And crimes happen against the downtrodden?
What happens when a great leader is dead,
By sweat of farmer's brow, field is sodden?
What happens when denied is justice long,
And cries of anguished hearts are heard by God?
What happens when there rings a plaintive song
Of persecution profound to the Lord?
What happens when the poor afflicted die,
Of hunger, thirst, disease, ill-luck, fate, strife?
What happens when the evil minds all lie,
To take revenge or take away one's life?
Across the Sky, a Rainbow of Hope spreads;
Heaven's punishment rains on evil heads.
poem by John Celes
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Global Policy
There are those who are quick,
To strike poses.
Quick to tilt up their noses.
And slow to admit...
Something within their minds,
Feels not quite right.
Nor is it a snug fit.
Something is ajar,
Off track and misfit.
And,
There are those who discard good deeds.
For fear attention given,
Will be received by others...
Who achieve.
Regardless of who it is this does not please.
And they are usually despised,
By those unwise and...
Self righteous!
And among some others there are a few,
Who do what they do no matter who is abused...
By what it was they refuse to acknowledge.
And there is a following of those who admire this.
Although these conscious acts should be abolished.
Dismissed!
What would be left of the lifestyles and mindsets,
Of those who have spent entire lives...
Delusioned by those trusted who insist,
Lies and bravado is a prerequisite needed by all to exist.
With a sense that THEIR 'correctness',
Should be at the top of everyone's priority list.
A foolishness preserved...
Has them feeling,
What is done to others...
Is something 'others' deserve.
With a dictating displayed,
And heard...
As the beginnings to inflict global policy.
With races trading places,
Of felt and implemented significance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limitations of Tranquility
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Share it with those in need.
Especially those who feed on myths.
Trying their best to fit in...
A history they affix to a reality
That has been tricked and rewritten!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Some people can not accept,
Their ancestors were thieves and heathens.
Who worshipped their sins in dens of evil.
And now they pay for these medieval deeds!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
It is shown they have an absence of this.
Their entire existence has them betwixt...
Having an intelligence that sits
Within borders of treason!
They can not reason.
They accept others outside of their barricades,
As odd and below façades they've made.
They have no idea,
They bring fear amongst themselves!
To endear conflict they instill to thrive to prosper.
And deluded with limitations of tranquility.
That has weakened a peace...
From those they spend in frustrations to conquer.
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
They do not know it.
This has never to them been shown!
They are descendents of war!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crowded With Lies
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.
A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.
Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!
But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.
People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Secret We Thirst
Graceful, spiritual,
with the gentleness of arabesques
our life is similar
to the existence of fairies
that spin in soft cadence
around nothingness
to which we sacrifice
the here and now
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy
like a breath in pure harmony
with the depth of your young surface
where sparkles the longing for the night
for blood and barbarity
In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs
dance free our lives
always ready for the game
yet, secretly, we thirst for reality
for the conceiving, for the birth
we are thirst for sorrows and death
poem by Hermann Hesse
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Temptation
Have you ever felt the need
To see more than you can see
Look into uncertainty
Reflections of treachery
Would you leave the world behind
Endless life is here to find
Can I interest you in lies
Sell your soul for all it buys
Play with your insanity
Shatter your reality
Pulsing in your blood
I can satisfy your greed
For now all your debts are free
I have all eternity
To quench all the death I breed
Recreate the rules of play
From now things are done my way
None have ever won my game
Crucified them all in flames
Play with your insanity
Shatter your reality
Pulsing in your blood
Have you ever danced with the devil
His temptation ever summoned you
Ever penned your name in blood
Let possession slowly swallow you
When you stand under full moonlight
The attraction mesmerizes you
Have you ever wondered why
It seems that evil you're attracted to
Reach out to my hand
Step back in time's sand
Genetic wasteland
Far beyond death
song performed by by Slayer from Seasons In The Abyss
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It All Starts Now
Too many people act as if hope is dead. Just watch the movies, the news, really look at how people treat each other in the office, on the streets. So much pretense, hostility, arrogance, silent killings, so little kindness, patients, appreciation, understanding love and generosity. If people really had faith, if they really believe, in their heart, in their depths they would not be this way. One of the first steps to end the insanity is to face our destructive desires, born and perpetuated out of a lack of love, Lack of EMPATHY, lack of courage, lack of vision. It all starts now. It all ends now. We choose every moment.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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My Nation
My nation is Satan’s shadow
So my life is full of sorrow.
They quench love’s thirst of the good ones by poison
They are extremely cruel and lack vision.
They do all the bad works in God’s name
The curse of the good ones follows them.
They have gone astray there’s no doubt about it
Cause they oppress the good ones to meet their greed.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Affirmative Action
I am not upset,
Because they seem to apply quotas...
To my existence.
But the monthly statistics,
And the cameramen in the backyard...
Filming my every move,
Can be overwhelming.
It's not that I am against affirmative action.
It is the way it is done,
That has me believing I 'am' different than everyone.
And watched too closely!
On a daily basis.
And used to remind them of their superiority.
They claim they don't know enough about me.
I guess they are referring to my skin color.
And how that affords me all of the attention I get!
As if that has anything to do with me being so loved?
Envy has a way of producing conflict.
One thing is for sure...
I am not rolling my eyes at the people on beach,
Who already have my skin color.
Nor am I trying to get darker...
To look good or more healthy!
They've been trying to re-create that,
In their laboratories.
Sick are those demented,
Who weave these insecurities...
Sick are those who expose their wickedness,
And sit back to enjoy those of color bleed!
And sick becomes a greatness believed...
That sinks in obscurity!
Left crazed to defend...
An offensiveness felt,
That angers one of a different colored skin!
Or lack thereof.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick To Hide What Is Not Wished To See
When fear becomes greater,
Than the payment to keep it under control.
This generates an expensive undertaking,
That never seems to diminish in threats.
Nor does it get a chance to grow old...
With updates made to entice legalized,
Fighting.
And we insist to keep fear resisted.
No matter how enormous our appetites....
For the taste of blood gets,
From front seats.
When in the midst of creating conflict and fear,
We endear the thought of horror stories...
With snacks to munch.
And eyes covered with buttered stained hands,
Are quick to hide what is not wished to see.
As minds adapt to multi-tasking!
While preferences to remain locked in boxes,
Keeps the security industry alive and thriving...
To frighten and spook as well!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Taking Is Of Their Interest
Many lifetimes it seems,
Some have personalized their agonies...
To then witness more inflicted,
By those claiming to do humanitarian deeds.
Too few know what it is like,
To be disturbed from their peaceful nights.
To stare hatred in the face...
As if this sickness to inflict,
Has a rightful place.
Many lifetimes it seems,
Some have personalized their agonies...
To be belittled and disrespected,
By an unconsciousness infested.
And manifested from an ignorance...
Still insisting on someone's shores,
The taking is of their interest.
And that is their purpose...
To greed and flee.
As millions remain poor.
Then to declare themselves peace makers.
But no peace comes to this beast who leaves pain.
No gain comes to a mind driven insane,
By an entity that has come...
To monopolize their senses in disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such Memories
How tired we are of evil, the constant terror of oiled war,
it seems like we have lived, lifetimes of things we saw;
alas we lived lifetimes, of such memories lifetimes more.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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If It's In Their Blood
Rushed justifications,
Are outdated applications...
Applied today.
By those who enforce and try to endorse them.
Using techniques that never worked...
But incompetence does not offer that,
As an assessment tool for fools to use.
The obviousness of dismissed discipline,
Has fallen on the shoulders...
Of those who are older.
And...
Quick to use excuses,
To warrant their denials.
They would rather find others guilty
And put them on trial.
Folks are still looking,
For a way to toast their ill gotten gains.
Even still they are on the prowl,
To boost and boast their bloated egos.
To show themselves above and 'beyond'.
Although most are just filled with hot air.
Unaware no one cares...
If they should stay 'beyond'
And untouchable!
As long as they do not leave behind,
Their ignorance.
And a lot of that they do leave behind.
To circumvent any progress intended.
Or contemplated and meant.
With few wishing to be in the same space,
To hobnob with those of such mindlessness.
To hear nonsense spilling from the mouths,
Of the ones choosing to hide insecurities...
Behind plastic faces!
Trying to fake remnants of honesty.
Truth and honesty?
Integrity with a dignity...
Expressed with identity?
Are you kidding me?
Seriously...
Are you?
Those days are evaporating...
Faster than water can be found in Death Valley.
And all you will see in Death Valley are vulchers,
Picking over skeletal remains.
Or something that looks as if it had been alive.
Or wished that it could have been.
And did just that...
With an avoidance to pretensions.
It looks as if reality for some is here to stay.
For others...?
They will never know what it is to address it.
Or become satisfied...
If and when it ever should become acknowledged!
They will still charade.
It is in their blood to do so!
Yes! It is.
It is not hidden.
It is in their blood...
Or DNA
If one chooses to say it that way!
To dip in sin,
To tease like demons...
And solicit the weak to be wicked!
As if that is their mission.
To fulfill demented ambitions.
If it wasn't...
Why does so much of it exist?
The evil and the wickedness.
And depicted on TV.
As is preached from pulpits.
Their quality of life they now find rotten...
Has been based upon all of it!
How can that be corrected?
When not one bit of it has been created from truth!
How can anyone correct minds,
Accustomed to being used and abused!
And encouraged to uncover similarities like these...
To keep a disturbance nurtured in this diminishment!
If it's in their blood.
And that's where the conflict is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ridiculous
Ridiculous?
I know.
But somehow that is less disturbing,
Than an abnormal existence...
You insist,
Governs a reality...
Assisted and uplifted by misfits believed.
And until my conscious adjusts to this...
Perception you embrace as one I should face.
I feel much safer remaining in a peace you describe,
As a ridiculous way to live my life!
Free of conflict sweetened with deceit.
And spiced by tasty lies I refuse to eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reality of My Existence
When I lifted my head,
To shake the burdens off my back...
My face was towards the Sun,
And I was off my knees
I was conditioned to bend in anguish!
I realized where that energy within me came from.
I know the source from which my blessings flow.
And although this may conflict,
With those whose lips
Are quick to quote from hypocrites...
What do I care?
The reality of my existence,
Has removed me from despair!
And ALL that IS and 'forever' shall be...
Has nothing to do what others will have me to believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Roads
Where have I known you before?
Seems like lifetimes, maybe more
Our time together goes so fast
And so slowly when that time has past
I want to walk on the long roads with you, Love These days it's all that I can think of
And the love runs so deep, these nights
I can't even sleep
I want to walk on the long roads with you
I have a place where we can quench our thirst
But we'll have to swim an ocean, climb a mountain first
The mountains high, the valleys wide
Oh just sit back and enjoy the ride
Behind us the road is fading fast
While in front of us a light shines that says the fate's been cast
And the road we now must climb
Comes so easily one step at a time
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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