Romancing Inequities
Taunting truths,
And those who speak them...
Are the ones sanctioning liberties.
Witnessed is a quality of life fading.
But only few believe,
This plot has been created...
Within their own boundaries!
In their hearts and minds,
They've been fed to fight enemies!
Tools of destruction to create hate is aging.
Stage events begin to dwindle an audience.
One World disciples once in hiding...
Are themselves within their ranks dividing.
And cloaks to fool fall from the backs,
Of those who drool from such tactless acts.
Romancing inequities,
Has enraged jilted lovers.
Those who accepted false engagements,
Wish not to wed their lives to fears.
Suddenly cleared eyes,
Denounce facts of distractions.
Realizing assumptions...
Has bled from them wants,
Wishes and needs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reset
Reality has been the first casuality,
Of this war!
The moment it was attacked...
A division between visions,
Started today's static!
And people relied on leaders who lied.
Except...
Very few knew that!
A nonsensed war was backed.
The creators just sat.
Burying the facts!
With lives lost not coming back.
Deep sadness fell on millions' backs.
And demons laughed at that!
Reset to erase?
Not this disgrace!
Whispered truths began to leak!
A disbelief brought shock and grief!
Time was lost,
And hearts that bled...
Could not lift up their weary heads.
A quality of life was gone,
With loved ones dead.
And this would not reset!
A quality of life was gone for all...
And disturbing this would get.
Fantasies was dreamt to keep,
Could never be reset.
And lies about this everyday...
Has faded happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jilted Tongue
Growing up in this time,
So many things rushing around us,
We see things one should never see,
We hear what one should never hear.
And still when we know it is wrong,
We speak with a jilted tongue.
As we grow old we see again,
The truth of the wicked that has polluted our minds,
And we sink into a shadow hiding from it all,
And we try to clear our mind of hate and of wrong,
But still the past is there,
Still we remember a time we spoke with a jilted tongue.
Remember who you are as you see what is all around you,
Believe in what you are and what you can be by following what's true,
Never look at things you see that no one should see,
Never listen to the things you hear that no one should hear,
Know that it is wrong,
And do not speak with jilted tongue.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Hate Me...
Hate me for I’m weak
Can’t save myself, but other’s I try
Words of light to them I do speak
Thinking of me, I have no right to cry
Hate me for I’m a fool
Believing and committing stupid acts
Even breaking my own self rules
I don’t deserve a pat on the back
Hate me for I’m a failure
Despite my tries, I can’t succeed
Even when I’m positive and being sure,
I should be ashamed for the help I need
Hate me for I’m selfish
Wanting others to always rescue me
Even though happiness for them I wish
I shouldn’t ask them to set me free
Hate me for I’m a coward
Afraid to stand and speak my voice
Although I want to feel powered
I have no right to have that choice
Hate me for I’m a disgrace
Pathetic compared to other girls
Thriving for your happiness and praise
I don’t deserve to be in your world
Hate me for I’m naïve
Dreaming of fairytales and sunshine
Even though I truly want to believe
I should know better to waste other’s time
Hate me for I’m worthless
A being who wishes troubles away
Wanting to not be helpless
I shouldn’t act this way
Go ahead and hate me please
For I deserve it all
I already hate that I can’t be
Perfect for you, instead I fall
poem by Katherine Sessor
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Leaving Them to Wonder
No one could stop them,
From playing into the hands of the demon.
Who fed them with opulence,
And distractions to keep them...
Defending their ignorance.
And when the demon laughed,
And left them with no defense...
They attempted to win back a confidence,
From those they ridiculed...
And publicly offended,
In a contrived innocence!
Hoping these defensive measures,
Would forgive their decadence!
Since they assumed,
That would happen based upon their religions.
In practices that attracted their doom!
They had no room in their hearts for peace.
Opportunities were passed,
To allow greed to increase.
Marked by the beast...
They had not worshipped God at all!
They were taught from pulpits,
Lessons drenched in evil.
And an emphasis on Lucifer's wishes,
Danced upon them...
By fire and brimstone disciples!
To which they devoted to secure...
Rusting treasures kept and endured.
Although their gleam and sparkle fades.
And gone are reasons to parade...
In false charades!
They had sold their souls in worthless rituals!
And knowing that...
After losing the shirts off their backs,
Could not put them back on track.
Since the facts were rejected...
To keep themselves respected,
By reflecting an acceptance
Of those 'things' they hoarded!
In the hope one day...
They would shine in the limelight of fame!
With a status they could claim!
But the hour upon them brings such shame!
Now a quality of life has vanished!
Leaving them to wonder...
Who and what God 'really' is!
As they fight an insight to keep undetected,
A haunting flow of tears that come to flood!
And the trees and the birds,
Are heard singing their praises!
As the thunder roars...
While the Sun beams bright!
And the rain and clouds,
Are removed from faithful faces!
And in every way they could...
The children of God stood and rejoiced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Shade of Fading Misrepresentation
Hey...
You can not still be there aging,
In the shade of fading misrepresentation?
That presentation has nowhere to go.
Even coverups are being unmasked.
Those tasks have been witnessed,
To be quite relentless.
There are no rainbows,
Thay will be forthcoming from those shadows.
Hey...
You can not still be there aging,
In the shade of fading misrepresentation?
If I can see you clearly...
You must realize how much of this life,
You are missing!
If I can see you...
Believe me when I say I have seen much change!
And you,
Obviously have not done either!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are sure
You are the future so we are sure
We have witnessed down fall but you may cure
With your dedication and simple smile
With your nature and style
What we could see in your bright eyes?
Many future expectations and dreams fly
We failed in our attempts and did not zealously try
You are the one who may ceaselessly try a feel not shy
We will be no more when this may take place
We will not be here to witness new brand of race
Yet we may smile from the depth of grave
Here is generation very bold and brave
We have our fears and apprehensions
We don’t want to lament, express or mention
The future course may surely bring morning cool
So far we lived in illusion and called self fool
You would never want enemies on roll
You too may want foes to disappear or fall
There won’t be anything left to fight
As people may know what is wrong or right
Freedom in true sense may be really enjoyed
Only love and no one will be annoyed
No boundaries or barrier may exist
We may forget bitterness and for peace truly insist
Killing of human being may be hardly heard
People may want high living standard
Everything will be provided when heaven is created
Where no discrimination on cast, creed or color is stated
Freedom to profess and liberty to follow
May be the slogan of tomorrow
Natural property to be honored and assessed
New heights to scale and sources to be traced
We have high hopes in you my dear children
The hell is to be turned into heaven
We were given beautiful earth to live
We created mess and never believed
We have denied existence and created unrest
Future for you may prove you as acid test
You may prove to the task and come out as best
We have pinned our hopes on future quest
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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God himself
He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most
minuscule form appearing even in flaming sunlight; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself....
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even
leaving an untidy footprint after majestically
traversing on soil; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless
myriad of forms; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after
floating in each particle of the exotic atmosphere;
was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself....
He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond
corridors of the unbelievably extraordinary; was not
one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself...
He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at
the mere tip of his little finger; was not one of
God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.....
He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented
centuries ago even before this earth was created; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself...
He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of
beauty every unfurling second; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself...
He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,
And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all
mankind with omnipresent smiles; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself......
He whom you can bid a celestial adieu is not God,
And he who was spawning countless for every entity
withering; was not one of God’s infinite disciples;
but God himself.....
He whom you can fabulously describe is not God,
And he was all Omniscient; having already embodied the
scriptures of holy tomorrow even before the world had
begun; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but
God himself....
He whom you can devotedly chant till times beyond
eternity is not God,
And he who irrefutably steered every lip on this
globe; to propagate the essence of benevolent
existence; was not one of God’s infinite disciples;
but God himself....
He whom you can belligerently fight for is not God,
And he who evolved the most marvelously wonderful
species of creation called “Man”; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself....
He whom you perpetually kept close to your chest was
not God,
And he who made every single heart throb for the
person it loved; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you witnessed blossoming was not God,
And he who stood taller than the Sun; to illuminate
every miserably darkened cranny of trembling soil; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself.....
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
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What Fool Fuels Hate?
What fool fuels hate?
And makes it okay...
To take and take.
While creating hate!
What fool fuels hate?
To make themselves victims,
Of a hate they create!
What fool fuels hate?
And makes it okay...
To take and take.
While creating hate!
What fool fuels hate?
To make themselves victims,
Of a hate they create!
The love of peace is not a feast for a few to eat.
To enrich themselves while leaving others deplete!
And homeless...
On our city streets.
The love of peace is not a feast for a few to eat.
To declared what's stolen from others,
To say...
They are the enemy to beat!
What fool fuels hate?
And makes it okay...
To take and take.
While creating hate!
The love of peace is not a feast for a few to eat.
What fool fuels hate?
To enrich themselves while leaving others deplete!
What fool fuels hate?
To take and take and take to say,
They have enemies to beat.
What fool fuels hate?
And makes it okay...
To take and take.
While creating hate!
What fool fuels hate?
To make themselves victims,
Of a hate they create!
The love of peace is not a feast for a few to eat.
What fool fuels hate?
To enrich themselves while leaving others deplete!
What fool fuels hate?
To take and take and take to say,
They have enemies to beat.
Living on our city streets.
Victimizing in unconsciousness...
With themselves to defeat.
What fool fuels hate?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Different reactions
A wizard once said
Reactions to wrongs and evil vary
The bravest would fight back
With all the might they possess
With all the tools available
Next to them would denounce and condemn
Loud and clear, so the world could know
What they stood for
Many would dare not to utter their thoughts
Just hating the evil within their feeble hearts
Cowards but still part and parcel of good
Beware the rest, he warned
They are wrong doers or ignorents
Very easy preys and tools in hands of evil
I'm A Very Old Tree
Some of us can live for millions of years,
We've watched as the world's rolled by,
Witnessed all of its hopes and fears,
Now we weep as we watch our Earth die.
Living this way can be so hard to bear,
As none of us can intervene,
Which is really tough when you're fully aware,
Things are worse now than we've ever seen.
We watched the Dinosaurs come and go,
Mammoths and Sabre Tooth's too,
We're warning you now to let you all know,
The same fate is what awaits you,
Contrary to what you Humans think,
Your intelligence is really quite small,
As you take our planet to the very brink,
You are heading for an almighty fall.
You forget this planet belongs to all life,
Yet Mankind is hell bent on destruction,
Because of your acts we all suffer strife,
That's a pure and simple deduction.
Nuclear power cannot be controlled,
It is insane to even think that you can,
A major disaster now waits to unfold,
Devastation created by man.
The scenes we have witnessed are really sad
More so since you lot arrived,
Trying to control atoms is just utterly mad,
Destruction is what you have contrived.
Plundering Earths resources is really insane,
Soon you'll have ripped out her heart.
You are treating our planet with total disdain,
Very soon it will all come apart.
Killing each other you seem to enjoy,
Life to you really comes cheap,
Your aim in life is just to destroy,
For this your extinction you'll reap.
There is no precedent to the human race,
You destroy more than the rest of us combined,
You make no provision for the future you face,
You are truly one of a kind,
We've witnessed destruction on a massive scale
As for yours there is no equal,
Unless your madness you now curtail,
Believe me there will not be a sequel.
You may well think I'm self righteous and cruel,
But unless you take action now,
Our planet will become a stagnant pool,
You will get your comeuppance and how.
Your future is what you need to review,
How would you know, I hear you all ask,
Well I've been around much longer than you,
I've accrued the knowledge to take you to task.
Ignore the warnings and you'll pay the price,
Destroying our planet doesn't come free,
Mother nature is one powerful device,
How would I know?
‘' I'm A Very Old Tree ''
There Is Nothing Uncanny About It
It is just uncanny.
And quite a mystery to me...
Why acts or violence,
Inequities and disparites...
With a rise of racial tension,
Could exist to affect the lives of so many.
How can you explain this movement,
That seems to have come...
To change all of our lives so drastically.
'What are you talking about?
Is this another rumor?
Or a new TV show?
Everywhere I go,
People choose to exaggerate or embellish...
The slightest thing.
If people didn't live accepting their denials,
We'd all be living a better quality of life.
And there is nothing uncanny about it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Big Brother's Eyes
You hang in there in life's battle though the going for you is tough
But to say the least you feel sad to know you are not good enough
To be rated by Big Brother as one who has achieved
For being a battler recognition as of yet you've not received
Battlers not seen as successful in the World of today
They are looked upon as losers that does seem quite sad to say
You do work hard for a living for very low take home pay
And to help out those in need of help you go out of your way
But in Big Brother's eyes you are a loser though your very best you try
'Tis a fact of life I speak of and facts one cannot deny
Big Brother disciples are judgemental and though you work hard they see that as to no avail
Every battler in the World their type have condemned to fail
But in the eyes of the non judgemental your life is a success
Though Big Brother and his disciples you have failed to impress.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Etiquette of Standards (Fiction Unrestricted)
With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
With an ostracizing actively performed,
On anyone who might criticize.
Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.
With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
And that stability cracks backs with lies!
Upheld and defied by those hiding tears they cry.
And an unstoppable higher consciousness,
Comes knocking to pay visits.
And nothing documented can prevent this one bit.
Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Aging Of Entitlements
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
They want to continue to believe,
They are deserving to stand tall...
On the backs of the poor.
As a cementing of doors...
Prevents them to advance.
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
As the throwing of trinkets to appease the needy,
Is treated as if good deeds are done...
By the ones who welcome their blood ties.
To a history of gluttonous feeding of selfish greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mirroring
I looked through the mirrors
And saw my reflection
What I saw was darkness and suffering
It could chase any bright life away.
I looked through the mirror of death
And saw myself burning in hell
Screaming out in sweet torment
Enjoying this immortal condemn.
I looked through the mirror of hate
And saw myself taunting my enemies
I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.
I looked through the mirror of happiness
And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these
With these wrongful feelings.
I looked through the mirror of envy
And saw myself resentencing my friends
Cracking their hearts open with my words.
I looked through the mirror of fears
And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,
Not even He could shelter me.
I looked through mirror of sorrow
And saw myself buried in pain,
Having a knife at my wrist,
Ready to end this game
poem by C.F Francis
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Truths Varying
With truth varying
Victims do par take
The obese become of the depressed
The ignorant becoming belligerent
The greedy becoming of the cheap and hiding their secrets
The vain becoming defensive and bullying till they here what they like
The poor locking their doors hiding and ashamed to be part of this world
The smart pretending to be dumb just fit in.
No one wants to be not accepted
Its hard to accept your different
Its hard to accept you got a problem
Acceptances are key to truths within the bounds of the futility in life.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Stalker
first came the obsession stage
then their mind became full of rage.
it does not matter if they're man or woman
for it is the same, their obsession becomes a game.
it usually starts off as admiration or a desire
to be with a person who has sparked their fire.
they start to fantasize every day
and how in their lives, the role they'll play.
it starts off simply as becoming their mate
and when that fails it turns to hate.
but in their minds all they could see
is that it's a love 'between her/he and me.
they feel that it's their heart, thats in control
and that it will touch the others soul.
they can not see that they are obsessed
with an inner desire, and that they are
not a knight in shining armour.
soon their mind and actions become as one
then they may reach for a gun.
for in their mind they belong together
and that their lives will be much better.
but when they realize that they've been rejected
than their minds become more infected.
from here on they no longer become a talker
instead they change their hat to a STALKER.
they will follow the person all around
in hopes that they will have a chance
to be their savior, and then looked upon in favor.
they have no concept of the hurt that they create
and the fears that they put a person through.
but in their minds, thats not what they do.
they were put here to enter that persons life
to become their husbands or their wives.
in their minds, they can do no wrong
for their love is much too strong.
fear the STALKERS- for they know not what they do
don't let them get close to you.
poem by Louis Rams
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