Shipping To Their Shores
Honored delusions exchanged in confidence,
Is fine to embrace when within one's fence.
And shared in face to face conversations.
Limited to the comforts of one's backyard.
To be regarded as a freedom of speech.
However...
It is the leaping over these fences,
To attempt to remove a foot...
One can not keep from being found in one's mouth,
To debate whether or not to negotiate...
When talking about beliefs without expertise.
And...
To defend those entitlements they receive,
When most of them are imported from overseas.
To then offend those who do this,
As rivals and enemies described as inept thieves...
Does not promote the best image for a diplomacy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing Defenses
Let's remove the platitudes.
And rid the phony subtleties,
To dropp to be who we are...
To let that be seen,
Moving forward to do more progressive things.
You offend. I offend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let's remove the platitudes,
I defend. You defend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let's remove the platitudes.
You offend. I offend.
Let us diminish the fences.
And let's do it to prove,
It done,
To do.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
You offend. I offend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let's remove the platitudes,
I defend. You defend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let us remove those platitudes
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Let us remove those platitudes
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Let us remove those platitudes.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let us remove those platitudes.
Let us remove those platitudes.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality For What It Is
You want a job?
Wake up to face reality for what it is!
There are plenty positions still available.
And once you have accepted,
To become trained successfully...
Volunteer for the overtime.
There will be plenty of it.
Since many will find it too stressful,
To have their pre-occupied minds...
Already set on entitlements.
And two week vacations.
Without working to earn their first cent.
You want a job?
Wake up to face reality for what it is!
There are plenty positions still available.
And that's why those who have outsourced the truth,
Hope the ones who refuse to awaken...
Keep their delusions pursued.
You want a job?
How about ridding your mind of fantasies?
And forgetting about that feast that fed your greed.
That same greed those who once employed but now can not,
To find themselves overseas to receive expected profits to pocket.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face Up Face Down
Welcome all my honored guests
To the utimate duel of the best of the best
At my invitation you come to compete
For the honor of suffering the final defeat
Isn't it grand what I've managed to do
By kidnapping those closest to you
I've taken their souls to lay on the line
In a winner take all duel for all time
Let's play the game
I'm sure you all know how
But watch yourselves my foolish friends
You're all in my world now
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
My arena waits us all
I built it myself, it is just down the hall
I wish this day hadn't come so fast
You see I truly wanted your pain to last
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
All your cunning strategies, all the tricks you try
Look like merely child's play to my Millennium Eye
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Your turn Yugi-boy
What's wrong now you look so sad?
Losing your soul doesn't feel that bad
Those you love have told me so
And soon my friends, you too will know
Let's play the game
I'm sure you all know how
But watch yourselves my foolish friends
You're all in my world now
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Reluctance To Come Into Contact
I never thought that being mature,
And taking responsibility for my own actions...
That I, alone, choose to be held accountable for doing,
Would come to be regarded as showing signs of weakness.
And my reluctance to come into contact with those who deceive,
Now regarding me to be...
Inconsiderate, self-centered and disloyal,
Would leave them with beliefs that I have lost my mind!
It has taken me some time...
But I have found I am perfectly fine,
With the accepting of their beliefs...
That gives me a freedom to enjoy my peace without debating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Misinterpret
The only interests that are being protected,
Are the ones those believed had been theirs.
But are awakening to discover,
They have never been regarded as part of a 'we'...
Declared in a freedom of speech the elite share,
Amongst themselves.
A hoodwinking done to deceive onlookers to believe,
With an invested interest given...
To what is perceived is an inclusion of needs,
With entitlements to receive...
Is the only delusion many with expectations 'hear',
With their hearts and not their ears.
However...
Those who will remain elite and creators of the teasing,
Are hoping to keep the uninformed left to misinterpret...
What it is they feel and fail to hear separated from reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Fool? Or In Cahoots?
If I convinced my neighbors I had been invited to protect...
Another neighbor's backyard from enemies and thieves.
And this had gone on for years,
As I collected donations with a squeezing of everything...
Left from the pockets of those who volunteered their money,
To continue this deception I led others to believe.
And that neighbor one day was seen,
Giving away all that was prized in that backyard...
To their...'enemies? ' as all perceived.
What should I expect those surrounding neighbors to think of me?
A fool? Or in cahoots? Maybe both.
Or...believing I was going to secretly get what was given?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Word Of Mouth
Ive been trying to get a message to you,
But the operator cant put me through,
Because the vandals went and wrecked all the telephones.
And all my enemies are spreading bad news,
You wont call me, thats why Im calling you,
To put you straight about the rumors theyre spreading about me back home.
I should have known, sooner or later,
Youd get the news, sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
Somehow we lost communication,
My only chance in my situation,
Is that the word of mouth gets my message through.
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth says that Ive gone insane,
That wine and women have affected my brain.
Well whos the big mouth spreading the news again?
The word of mouth says Im round the bend,
Its all over, this is the end.
Exaggeration sure gets the better of people who send[? ].
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth said I should be put in my place.
The word is out Im in disgrace -- a waste of space.
But if they say it, say it to my face.
People talking, trying to dig up the dirt,
There are so many lies around.
They spread their gossip and the rumors around this town.
Word of mouth, face to face,
My word of mouth has stated my case,
And Im saying Im coming back home to you.
You should have know sooner or later,
Youd get the news sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
The word of mouth,
Shut your mouth,
Shut your face!
song performed by by Kinks
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Forget About Tomorrow
Calling, distorting
Reach the ends for you
Burn a hole right through
Talking, we keep talking
Filling empty space
In this lonley frame
As the image fades in to one
(chorus)
Today it all feels fine
A sense of freedom fills your mind
Cant think about tomorrow
Just breathe the air inside
And bring on back that lonely smile
Cant think about tomorrow...
Twisting, constricted
On the edge for you
You know Id jump right through
Falling, we keep stalling
I can see the ground
Someplace new to land
As the image fades into one
Today it all feels fine
A sense of freedom fills your mind
Cant think about tomorrow
Just breathe the air inside
And bring on back that lonely smile
Cant think about tomorrow
Cant think about tomorrow...
Because you, feel yourself
Fall apart again
You hold your face inside your aching hands
The angels tears come flooding down again
Bring us back again
Yearning, returning
To this empty street
As the city sleeps
Tearing, dispairing
As the day comes in
As the morning sings
As the image fades into one
(chorus)
Today it all feels fine
A sense of freedom fills your mind
Cant think about tomorrow
Just breathe the air inside
And bring on back that lonely smile
Cant think about tomorrow
Today it all feels fine
A sense of freedom fills your mind
Cant think about tomorrow (x 2)
song performed by by Feeder
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In Rejection Mode
What rights of mine,
Are they fighting for?
The poor of these wars,
Still remain bitter and sour...
And getting even poorer.
The hungry and the homelessness,
Creeps upon front doors.
And warmongers have made self righteousness...
A vision of risks and accepted conflicts.
What rights of mine...
Defends this fighting all the time?
Everywhere I turn,
My needs are ignored.
Yet to the frontlines is where I'm sent,
To duck bullets on foreign shores.
No matter what I've done...
I'm abhorred! I'm shunned.
And the more I feel I will 'always' be 'me'...
That is used as a weapon,
To add to their growing list of enemies.
And even if I train to fight and defend my place...
I'm despised.
Disrespected.
Often I'm stunned to face a public disgrace.
Bitter doesn't matter when this is about race!
And nothing shown throughout history,
Has proven that fighting works!
As I experience thoughts of what progress can be...
Corruption is exposed to all,
Supported by thieves and endorsed by jerks.
Patriotic I am...
But my needs have become sabbatical.
I'm often regarded a radical.
But I'm not the one...
Fanatically birthed!
There's a dignity I honor,
With a shown self worth.
I have not lost my self respect,
Choosing to abuse my senses...
With displays I regret!
Or endorse building fences.
Those in rejection mode...
Cling and hang onto perks!
Destroying nature and humanity,
By a freedom assisted by threats and alerts.
What rights of mine are 'they' fighting for?
The only rights I see,
Is an elusive peace...
Attached to a fading reality!
That is not my wish that frees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foot In Mouth Disease
My foot in mouth disease has healed.
Now when I speak...
I make sure my feet are ready to flee.
Standing alone,
And implanted in my own beliefs...
Has taught me a lot about diction!
I mumble what I say to quickly walk away.
Leaving anyone to wonder,
Whether or not I had offended.
And those greetings I receive,
The next time I meet with anyone...
Are more acceptable and less intriguing.
I've learned that one's speech understood,
And flawless with punctuated emphasis...
Can condemn an intelligence perceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Madman - His Parables and Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Backyard Brawl
Got a cut on my thigh, got a nail in my eye
And I'm bleedin' all over the wall
Got a barbed wire bat and a dude on the mat
Ain't getting up soon at all
Got a head full of rage and a belly full of hate
I'm the neighborhood legend that just can't wait
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Don't matter who you are, don't matter what color
Brown or white'll do
But if you're yellow you'll be covered in red
A whole lotta black and blue
Jump off the trailer in a pile full o' guys
Scratching and kicking and pulverized
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Only got six teeth but three of those
Are sharp enough to bite off your nose
At the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
[Spoken:]
You think you're so tough
You talkin' to me?
You're mine
Come on, let's go
Come on stitches...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Found To Offend
Fantasies fed will keep a people seduced,
To believe in anything...
With the sweetening of entitlements,
Easily given.
How else can it be explained,
A truth that exists going purposely ignored...
And found to offend,
Whenever the existence of it is mentioned...
With a resistance of it?
And those with a consciousness daring to do this,
Labelled misfits seeking attention?
Fantasies fed will keep a people seduced,
To believe in anything...
With the sweetening of entitlements,
Easily given.
How else can it be explained,
A truth that exists going purposely ignored...
And found to offend,
Whenever the existence of it is mentioned...
With a resistance of it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Direct Correcting
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
To obtain experience,
And gain a knowledge that transcends...
Where an 'awareness' accepted,
Once had been.
Rarely opens all minds at the same time.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
With a defense mechanism,
That stalled like a wall...
The coming in of a comprehension.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
But every now and then,
I can not just sit and pretend...
I am accepting of anyone's delivery to receive,
From them...
A blinding disrespect without my direct correcting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What We Are.... (Freedom)
Thomas Jefferson said, 'every generation needs its own revolution'....
freedom is not passive, not set, not a past attainment.
it is the act of evolving, becoming more human.
it requires seeing the face, and knowing the heart.
it has to be the way we live... the way we give....
and the reason we breathe....
a constant joining, listening, and caring.
the responsibility of needs met, and shared.
the shout of the question, and the embrace of faith...
freedom must be who we are, what we are,
and what we believe...
or freedom dies!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ineptness
Carry a big stick,
To threaten from a distance.
Send me pictures of it...
To upset me quick,
With visions I'll be hit with it!
But you'll be wrong wrong.
And I'll be long gone!
Foot power...
Zip.
I like buttered biscuits,
Baked and fresh.
Heated from the oven,
And tasting their best!
You can bring that big stick,
To threaten me with it.
But when I've eaten buttered biscuits,
I'm prepared to split.
Humming a song...
With,
Foot power...zip!
Inept.
Foot power,
Zip!
Ineptness.
Foot power zip!
Inept.
Foot power,
Zip!
Ineptness.
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Foot power zip!
'What is this? '
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Foot power zip!
'What is this? '
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Ineptness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The US constitution's First Amendment rights only cover Americans, but I believe that in a democracy the competition of ideas and free speech should combat beliefs that it does not agree with - more speech and debate, not censorship.
quote by Joichi Ito
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Continuing For All To Experience
A mess done to undo too late,
As is the custom.
Only adds more to the debate,
When new arrivals view potential...
As others stubbornly will convince,
That a waiting to make the right decision...
Is more advantageous to the prospect,
Of collecting more tax revenue...
To whatever is done to redo and renew.
Although...
At the expense,
Of a rapidly declining quality of life...
Continuing for all to experience.
'We first must select a committee,
To draft a bill to propose...
For an appropriate addendum,
That follows the guidelines...
Of the original documentation,
That oversees the content...
Adopted with intention,
As to not to offend those who first...
Came upon these shores,
To fight for those entitlements...
We now enjoy! '
~Excuse me,
But...
When was that? ~
'Back in the sixteen hundreds.
That's the problem we face.
No one seems to want to address,
'Our' history.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Integrity Isn't Automatically Achieved
They've been amongst us.
Crooks and thieves.
Discreet deceivers...
Doing as they please.
To receive what is believed,
Are entitlements one should get.
Integrity isn't automatically achieved.
If examples are not set at birth...
The possibilities of exposing one to scandal,
Becomes for them the rule.
An encouraged acknowledgement.
And not the exception one follows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sickened Sweet With Promises
They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit.
They would face,
A deadend to defend and embrace.
They chose to take,
Another route.
To then declare.
They,
Were not aware.
Sickened sweet with promises.
Yet
None of them existed.
Fixed with addictions.
And no one cared.
And those who followed say,
The choices made weren't theirs.
And those who followed say,
They were not prepared.
And those who followed say,
The air that laid sweet with promises to keep.
Would amongst them be shared.
Whether or not.
Promises kept may not be there.
They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit
They would face,
A deadend to defend and embrace.
They chose to take,
Another route.
To then declare.
They,
Were not aware.
But a choosing of deceit they did.
And none amongst them dared.
Sickened sweet with promises.
Yet.
None of them existed.
Fixed with addictions.
And no one cared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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