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Snipped At The Pith

How can they sit and accept,
Praying to be blessed
Without rejecting disrespect?
What are they protecting in devotions met?
There's too much emphasis on forgiveness...
And not on what giving respect gets!

How can they ask for more police protection?
When everyone in this condition...
Allowed this affliction to occur!
Is everyone living life on fun and lies?
Alibis and cries of abandonment?

And they say the ones who are sick,
Are the ones who leave scenes like these quick!
But fools cannot compare their ignorance with wisdom.
When they are the first to endorse their blight.
Fighting about who's wrong or right...
When both are wrong to be fighting,
With sightless vision!

How can they sit and accept,
Being blissfully ignorant
In a network that does not connect
Any form of common sense that recognizes,
It's in sync and in check! ?

They should be incensed!
Instead of nickle and diming
For a 'hit' that went to leave them,
Just where they are...
Snipped at the pith of compliance.

Stuck with a conscious...
That's been unconsciously detained!
Substandard thoughts maintained,
Remain!

Snipped at the pith of compliance.
Loving it,
And being entertained.
Burning induced seduced drugged out brains.
And complaining!

Stuck with a conscious...
That's been unconsciously detained!
Substandard thoughts maintained,
Remain!

And the gain is with the ones who choose to flee!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them Alone

Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!

This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.

They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.

They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!

Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!

Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!

These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.

Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.

There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Is Saying what's on My Mind Turn Out To Be a Crime?

i say the truth,
i get put down,
you wouldn't talk to me,
what can i do?
you hate to hear the truth,
it not my fault you can't accept,
where you going wrong,
to leave you all alone,
you say i don't care,
but you keep pushing away,
everybody who trying to help,
why do you think you in the mess?
think what you do,
not because you are always right,
amitting when you are wrong,
will help you move forward in time,
but you choose to be stuck,
what am i suppose to do?
i'm living my life,
is that why you so pissed?
i'm making do,
with the little i'm affording,
and here you,
having more and can't keep up,
money and friends,
is not everything,
family is everything.

poem by Mona Martinez
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Pardon (Epi)

forgiveness, I beg your pardon
just before Armageddon
i think 'tis my motion
to accept your notion
i'm sorry
for my mistake
or ever, again i'll take
but this time for you, your sake
my plan is to be baked

oh, drown me on lake
or hit me with a rake
you can ask for a cake
but please heal me my ache.

a queen from another world
a story never been told
now my life was so cold
for you haven't ever called
please forgive me, my friend
to me forgiveness you must lend

now if not, you must remain
in, my fault i am detained
i have passed through lot's o rain
but now is when i gain
it's just a little grain
but owns a great, great pain!
now i am done
look at the sun
the game begun!

poem by Ellirie Aviles
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There Is Nothing Like Accepting My Own Ignorance

I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.

Those who choose to do what grandma,
And grandpa did.
And if that was good for them...
That same mindset was handed down,
Disregarding the technology...
Of the times we live!

There are those so far behind,
Today's times.
To leave one to wonder who is blessed...
Those who have lived in rustic isolation?
Or those who live in a mess,
With constant reminders of their 'intelligent' devastations.

And attempting to speak with common sense to some...
Leave those attempting to do it,
Stunned to find out...
Very few have none!

I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.

As long as I've got my own 'insights' I trust,
I find it simple to go my way...
Feeling freer today to be myself,
Caring less who may think...
That I am the one who is nuts!

There is nothing like accepting my own ignorance.
With challenges to accomplish my own deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick And Tired

Im sick of pretending its all perfect
Tired of living a lie
Sick of loving you
Tired of the tears I cry

Im sick of giving you my love
Tired of getting nothing in return
Sick of all your other girls
Tired of being unable to learn

Im sick of running back to you
Tired of returning hurt
Sick of been laughed about
Tired of being treated like dirt

Im sick of living this life
Tired of being blue
Sick of thoughts about giving up
Tired of the stupid things I do

Im so sick of it all
So sick Im going do it
So tired of been stuck in the middle
So tired Im going to quit

poem by Ani Hill
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See It to Leave It and Go

Evil felt and identified,
Is a blessing dispensed...
For those who recognize this,
To have nothing to do with it.

Evil chips away,
At one's common sense.
And wherever evil exists,
Do not accept or find this as common.

That is what those evil,
Choose to transmit and leave.
There is nothing pleasing about evil.
Nor should it be allowed to upset or tease.

See it to leave it and go!
With faith and prayer...
No one should reap,
What evil sows.

See it,
To leave.
Do not be teased by it.
And go!

See it to leave it and go.
That's it.
See it to leave it,
And go!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not

Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.

Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.

Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As A Perfume

As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories: fragrant memories
Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.

poem by Arthur Symons
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You Remain

As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories
Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Perfection...Please!

im sick of pretending its all perfect, tired of living a lie; sick of loving you, tired of the tears i cry. im sick of giving you my love
tired of getting nothing in return; sick of all these other girl, tired of being unable to learn. im sick of running back to you tired of returning hurt; sick of your stupid act, tired of being treated like dirt
sick of living this life, tired of being blue,
sick of thoughts about giving up, tired of the stupid things i do to try to get close to you
why do you inflick so much pain, whydo you push me in the pouring rain. whydo you like to hurt me so mych juist let me be,
why is it that your doing this to me? im sick of it all
so sick im gonna do it; so tired of being stuck in this phase,
so sick, im ready to quit.

poem by Octavia Wilson
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This Isn't Science

Why is it,
That when someone has decided...
To leave others alone and their foolishness,
Sends out a signal...
That what the person is really seeking,
Is attention.

So 'they', the 'others', have decided,
This is just a phase someone is going through...
And they will remain the fools,
They believe endears them to others.
And they do choose to stay the fools with solicitation,
That popularizes with encouragement the entire population.

'Sometimes ignorance is bliss.'

Okay.
Point out one person,
That has become blissed as a benefit...
By their admission to being ignorant.
Just one.

'That is a challenge.
Especially when no one admits it.'

That's the problem!
Everyone wants to teach their method,
Of ignorance...
To discourage anyone making attempts,
To escape from it.

'So what is it you suggest we should do? '

Continue to pretend we are intelligent.
People will leave us alone.
This isn't science.
But trust me...
It works!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconscious

I’m blind, I’m stubborn
I don’t need anybody else
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for warmth

I’m tough, I’m strong
I could run my world alone
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for attention

I want to go, I want to disappear
I don’t want to live in this world again
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for hope

I’m filthy, I’m unworthy
Everybody calls me a sinner
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for love

I’m fool, I’m hopeless one
All doors are closed for me
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for dream

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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He's So Sick

He's so sick to think that I'm the one who did something wrong
He's so sick to think that I'm the one who wouldn't leave him alone
He's so sick to think that he could actually think that I wanted him
All I could say is Yuck
How did I get stuck with a person who is so sick to think of me like that
All I can say is If only Jermaine just knew that much I know he would surely snap and cause a commotion
I'm so glad that this person will graduate and will finally be gone and leave me alone

poem by Chelsea Houston
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Naming Names.....

i wonder if you feel stuck sometimes,
claustrophobic inside a drum where the exit and entrance are all the same,
well covered, and you are nothing but that stuff inside waiting for the
right opener,
you are sealed,
and isolated.

you do not remember breathing, do you?
you haven't felt air, and you cannot even tell if it is fresh or stale

you too do not remember having thought of someone other than yourself,
you are too compressed and there is no space for growing
hair or nails or
whatever,

i felt this, and it was a feeling that stuck with me for a long number of years, such that i think that it is but a normal and
natural occurrence and for such an ignorance,

i never thought that it is worth mentioning or
complaining at all,
that having air is not a right,
that having space is not demandable,
that complaining is irritating to the ears,
and that being in such a
worst state, is -but a common situation in the world,

until you
learn that there is something wrong,
really wrong that you can bet
your life on it,
that if you cannot get it
then it is better that you
kill or get killed

two options only,
you die or you live
nothing in between,

how stupid can i be,
it is just recently that i know this,

and i thank you,
for letting me out,
and making me see that i am not
supposed to be in that drum
and that someone has answer
for the wrongs
that were intentionally
done.

let me
let me now,
name names.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sick and Tried My Poem

Ani hill Wit Christian Guice
Sick And Tired

Im sick of pretending its all perfect
Tired of living a lie actin like i kno and wonder why
Sick of loving you and having tha blues tryin to be equal to but reall me and you iz overdue
Tired of the tears I cry and saying goodbye draining me of your love you makin me crossed eye then i ask meself why do i even try?
Im sick of giving you my love
Tired of getting nothing in return
Sick of all other people in my life
Tired of being unable to learn and getin nothing in return
Im sick of running back to you
Tired of returning hurt it's like being in a desert
Sick of been laughed about
Tired of being treated like dirt i am on the alert
Im sick of living this life
Tired of being blue you could of knew
Sick of thoughts about giving up and hella switchin things up
Tired of the stupid things I do this iz what i am use to
Im so sick of it all
So sick Im going do it
So tired of been stuck in the middle i am about to play my fiddle
So tired Im going to quit i admit it......

Christian B Guice

poem by Christian Guice
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Out Of Sync

Shes out of sync
And everyone around her
Knows that something is wrong
Shes out of sync
Shes got all the symptoms
Of a girl who skipped a beat
Shes out of sync
A piece of ancient history
Shes a walking mirage
Shes out of sync
She entered through the exit
And never stopped to think
Shes out of sync shes a half step behind
Shes out of luck her body split from her mind
Shes out of orbit shell never connect
Shell run out of time before she accepts shes out of sync
Shes out of sync ---- (sync)
Shes out of sync ---- (sync)
Shes out of sync
And everybody senses
Theres a distance to keep
Shes out of sync
And totally committed
To living in a dark age
Shes out of sync
Shes constantly undoing
Whats already been done
Shes out of sync
Trapped in a silent movie
And shes on the brink
Shes out of focus
Shes a warp in time
Shes discontinued
A break in the line

song performed by by Devo
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Feeling Sick

It’s that groggy feeling of snot clogging up your brain
Spilling out your nose
Running out your ears
And coming out of your eyes as tears.
You’re faint and sick
Fragile and yuck
Fighting to stay awake
Feeling really stuck
Feeling faint and tired
Wanting to go to bed
Fighting the eyelids
To stay alert
Trying to look past the curtain of drugs
to act like normal
with feeling; not being numb
the drugs kick in
and you feel really tired
fighting it's worse
and you're really exhausted
This is the feeling of being sick.

poem by Fool Of Forgiveness
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Sinking From the Weight

Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.

Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.

Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.

And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.

Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.

Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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