Sickened To A Rage
Even what is currently owed,
Will take decades to repay.
Yet they quibble over bits,
As to who will be responsible.
For the paying back of credits that debit.
With no ending of it.
Like children playing,
On an open field.
Long after the lights,
Have left them in darkness.
They argue and fight amongst themselves.
With both sides losing,
All respect from the people.
Who have become sickened to a rage,
That they actually stood by.
To watch in disgust,
Acknowledging.
The standards that they valued,
Has paid for this representation of misfits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Both Sides Of The Story
though we might hate to admit it, there are always two sides to every story...
Find yourself in the gutter in a lonely part of town
Where death waits in the darkness with a weapon to cut some stranger down
Sleeping with an empty bottle, hes a sad and an empty hearted man
All he needs is a job, and a little respect, so he can get out while he can
We always need to hear both sides of the story
A neighbourhood peace is shattered its the middle of the night
Young faces hide in the shadows, while they watch their mother and father fight
He says shes been unfaithful, she says her love for him has gone
And the brother shrugs to his sister and says looks like its just us from
Now on
We always need to hear both sides of the story
And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
People looking for truth, we must not fail them now
Be sure, before we close our eyes
Dont walk away from here
til you hear both sides
Here we are all gathered in what seems to be the centre of the storm
Neighbours once friendly now stand each side of the line that has been drawn
Theyve been fighting here for years, but now theres killing on the streets
While small coffins are lined up sadly, now united in defeat
We always need to hear both sides of the story
And the lights are all on, the world is watching now
People looking for truth, we must not fail them now
Be sure, before we close our eyes
Dont walk away from here
til you see both sides
White man turns the corner, finds himself within a different world
Ghetto kid grabs his shoulder, throws him up against the wall
He says would you respect me if I didnt have this gun
cos without it, I dont get it, and thats why I carry one
We always need to hear both sides of the story
song performed by by Phil Collins
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You Do Know That The Lights Are Out?
You are playing alone.
And in left field.
You do know that the lights are out?
Do you practice for a new game to begin?
With a planning done in my presence.
I am not going to say you are bold...
And cold.
I'd call this...
Straight up heartlessness.
With a tilted head,
And a lot of salt and pepper.
You are playing alone.
And in left field.
You do know that the lights are out?
Why are we arguing between us about faults?
And what had been accepted,
Now hated so that has you hissing.
You do know that the lights are out?
Here!
And you can,
Play the field.
Did you come here...
To hear again,
That reminder?
A pain healed, seldom repeats that process again.
When one's duty is to booty,
Loses compassion...
Don't expect a lost action,
To rekindle itself on memories.
Few...
Were the good ones.
Do you remember your entrance?
That is also your exit.
And...
Those lights that are out?
You did it.
You turned them off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Discussion Of What 'Is' Valued
Mixed marriages.
Sexual preferences.
And those unable to mind their own business.
Is not a good blend,
When in discussion of what 'is' valued.
Since those standards of a yesterday gone,
And once valued to respect others and their choices made...
Are not prioritized,
By those who have their noses...
Up in the cracks of other people's lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Improprieties
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
Anything done you did you had time to correct.
And those blatant mistakes you've made,
Would have long been forgotten with an apology.
Your wish to be seen,
As something other than a human being...
Has left you in a deep ditch.
Along with other hypocrites,
You shared a commonness with.
Mixed and socialized in a doing of discreet business.
Well...
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
And what you intentionally did to others,
Had not been a good thing to do...
For the doing you did to get done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Toy for Future Children
A blind and deaf bullet buried in the field
Dozing through decades of blood and bones
Then one morning
In a bustling future
As the children return to the field
Returning to goof around and chase each other
The blind and deaf bullet will be dug up
Will be dug up and awaken
In the middle of this happiness
As the children shriek and crow
The bullet will wake up
Wake up and open its eyes
Open its eyes and explode
Explode and the children will die
Die with their bodies and faces shattered
There, that’s the toy left over by your parents
O my children
What more can I say
What can say to my children, to my children
To a pitiful future.
Soul-Time
I can not un-regard
I can not deny the sustain,
I can not over-refrain
acknowledging the kind gifts
you gave.
I'll not ever repay
the time
you spent
and came
when I needed
time
time
to cry
time to cry;
I cannot re-pay
all that
but offer
only that
if you need me
if you need me
I'll be there
to pay my Soul-Debt-
the most sacred kind
of debt owed
and debt re-paid.
So here's
my IOU,
my promise
to come through
for you
when
it's your turn
to need
Soul-Time.
Time when
souls mix
and renew.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Fear
what am i most afraid of?
losing my health?
losing my job?
losing my family?
losing my virility?
losing my self-image?
losing my dignity?
losing my sanity?
losing my life?
or ending up alone
in the darkness
without reason or form
or direction.
what am i most afraid of?
and why?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Darkness
Greed
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture lost in the overthrow
They came to see, take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
People were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide, responsible for genocide
Aids is killing the entire african nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments, they dont mind the procrastination.
They say well kill them off, take their land and go there for vacation
My peoples culture was strong and was pure
And if not for that white greed, it would have endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds did slay
Their souls they cage
You feel the rage
This brutality can never be undone
But the sun has not yet set
The bass and drums and microphone a threat
Thats when youve got to get the cry from the inside
And see that theyre responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide, responsible for genocide
You jam your culture down my throat
Say Im inferior when apon it I choke
You fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity
Well strike a match and itll catch
And spread the insight we need
A tiny fire burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall and you dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall and you dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
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Darkness Of Greed
Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Spoken:
aids is killing the entire african nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments they dont mind the procrastination
They say well kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction.
My peoples culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It wouldve endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds enslaved
Their souls encaged
I feel the rage
Its brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
Thats when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that theyre responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Ya cram ya culture down my throat
Say Im inferior when I find that I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well Ill strike a match and itll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall
And ya dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall
And ya dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Remember Those Outrageous Points of View
Believing you are owed clarity,
Amuses.
I have no lapses of stored patience
To share.
Or a moment of curiosity left,
That concerns you.
Remember those outrageous points of view I had?
Remember the look of disgust you gave me,
In the comfort of your judgemental friends.
Oh by the way...
What happened to them?
Believing you are owed clarity,
Amuses.
I owe you nothing...
But my back.
And absence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Debit The Window Side
In an office Government,
There was an Accountant,
On the day of his retirement,
Took part in an entertainment,
For his long spotless service,
Three decades in the same office.
High of him spoke everyone,
Praised him with no exception,
That he promptly closed his books,
This kept him high in their looks,
There being no single occasion,
To show his delayed action.
“I know less of bookkeeping,
Not as easy as housekeeping.
Perhaps that which’s not a debit,
Is what they say is a credit.
And quite likely, it’s a debit,
That which’s not a credit.”
“This much sure I knew,
From the staff there a few,
The man next to my seat,
Gave me a hint, a voucher to post,
That window side was the debit,
While its opposite was the credit”
“I never moved from the seat,
As the purpose it would defeat,
The window side, I looked,
A debit voucher, when I booked.
This way, my accounts tallied,
I was happy, not much worried, ”
His reply shocked every one,
Assembled there in the function,
As under a misapprehension,
They gave undue appreciation,
To a man free from botheration,
Till the day of his superannuation.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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If You Allow Yourself to Set High Standards
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
You will enjoy a higher flight.
Feeling right and certain with this decision,
Made.
With your sights gliding,
Towards an enlightenment sent...
To aid your clearing vision.
As clouds from a darkened limitation,
Fades.
And...
If you allow yourself to set high standards...
For yourself!
No one else.
Just yourself.
Who knows...
You just may influence,
Someone else...
To take flight and also soar.
Who knows who will choose with you,
To explore the soaring done you will do!
And all of those struggles you fight,
Will come from behind those doors you closed.
In a silent battle.
To expose themselves,
As obstacles you allowed to impose...
Upon your attention given.
They will know then...
To you they seem so insignificant.
And they will argue!
But from you they will eventually leave.
With a sliding right off your back.
To become detached.
Never to find you to saddle for a ride again.
As you once had welcomed them!
To harness as if a limb needed.
And there will be a peace enjoyed...
Leaving you to command your destiny!
If...
You allow yourself,
To set high standards!
Listen to your heart and learn.
Your eyes will open,
With a dismissing of the fog...
That drifts away,
To reveal your triumph.
If...
You listen to your heart and learn.
You will allow yourself,
To set high standards!
For yourself.
No one else.
Unless they too...
Have a wish for a dimissing of a fog!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXXIV: From A to Z
Affecting heart is never ending zone
Becoming the best is never ending ambition
Collecting money is never ending business
Defining happiness is never ending comparison
Expecting future is never ending dream
Feeling lonely is never ending emptiness
Glittering light is never ending fantasy
Hiding the truth is never ending guilt
Imagining peace is never ending hope
Jealousy rage is never ending inferno
Keeping trust is never ending job
Living life is never ending knowledge
Memorizing something is never ending labyrinth
Not having the ability is never ending misery
Obtaining respect is never ending need
Pursuing love is never ending obsession
Questioning human is never ending paradox
Research and study is never ending quest
Smiling sincerely is never ending river
Telling lies is never ending story
Understanding fate is never ending temptation
Various culture is never ending uniqueness
Watching interest is never ending vision
X factor is never ending world
Years for price of wish is never ending xxxholic
Zipping a flat tummy is never ending yearning
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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World Ending
World ending
Plants
Animals
People
Sufferin g
World ending
Death
Erosion
Fire
Over populating
World ending
Global warming
Planet dieing
Lakes evaporating
Buildings collapsing
World ending
Forests burning
People killing
Ice melting
Cities growing
World ending
People shaking
Paranoia
Insane asylum
Wrong diagnosis
World ending
Lost souls
Haunted houses
People screaming
Eyes closed
IF YOU OPEN YOUR EYES NOW
YOU CAN WATCH THE WORLD END….
poem by Alicia Boyke
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What's up, the world is changing!
What's up, the world is changing! Coming out from outside, what do I see. The people are sad not happy and losing there jobs. How can they pay there bills and rent, mortgage on there house if they do not have no jobs. The people use to have a smile on there face because they have money to pay there bills and other things that have to be paid to. What's up, the world is changing! Coming out from outside, what do I see. The children use to played outside in front of the doors and the children use to laught at each other by joking. The children use to go to the store by themselves without getting hit by a bullet. The children use to socialize with other children by playing. Now, the children is dieing, crying, and continue to fantasizing. What's up, the world is changing! Coming out from outside, what do I see. The children is looking for love cannot find love from there home so, they are looking for the right one to give them love. The children looking in the wrong places to found love. It will be too late to tell the children that the love isn't out there. The love is inside there hearts and can they flll it?
poem by Shattocha Evans
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Now Since Everyone Is Being Force to Pay
All the damage that has been done,
They did to themselves.
And all the warnings that came to them,
Whether told or shown...
Were ignored.
And this...
Was known.
Everyone who spoke against their misdeeds,
Were setup to appear to be misfits, fools...
And those no one should listen to,
Because they were crazy.
And now since everyone is being force to pay,
For 'mistakes' made...
Those misfits and fools and those crazy too,
Are apparently the ones...
Who have successfully devastated the life of everyone,
By their feeding of greed selfishly.
And today wish not to repay for a hole they dug deep.
To claim what they did to others is everyone's responsibility.
And they are completely out of their minds,
If they believe what they have done...
Can be blamed on someone else.
They created...
With eyes wide open,
Their dead end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psycopaths
On the news we see abusers,
Are they psycopaths.
Drug abusers in the schools.
Are they psycopaths.
Confused sick people,
Are they psycopaths.
The misfits, unfit depicted as mad.
Are the ones paranoid,
Also psycopaths.
And the people who annoy,
Are they psycopaths.
What about the crooks,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the ones who lie and cheat,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about deceivers,
Are they psycopaths.
And the cops who beat up people,
Are they psycopaths.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
And what about the homeless,
Who have no cash.
Are they and the hungry,
Psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the rich and snobby people,
Also psycopaths.
Are the people who don't eat,
Are they psycopaths.
And those who watch their diets,
Are they psycopaths.
And those playing videos,
Killing fast!
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hall Of Doors
You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight with death in mind
You watch people open their doors
And you think of how the doors and fate bind
You watch waiting to see your exit
As you see others turn down their path to their end
You know that the paths can not change
You know even with time fate shall not mend
Down the hall you walk
Doors lining each side
Every person holds the key to one of those locks
All around you people stride
Doors open
As people come to their door mats
You walk by doors just hoping,
hoping the next isn't yours, isn't your mat
You watch parents and children leaving eachothers sides
You see love being torn, hate being sewn
as the doors open wide
Some people leave together, some alone
You wait to see your door, your fate
You watch to see which door your key fits
You watch to see if your heart is with love or hate
You watch untill you find the mat at which you shall sit
You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight, death in mind
You watch as people open their doors
You wait to see which door your fate lays behind.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The U.S. Military is us. There is no truer representation of a country than the people that it sends into the field to fight for it. The people who wear our uniform and carry our rifles into combat are our kids, and our job is to support them, because they're protecting us.
quote by Tom Clancy
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