Some Notice. Some Don't. Some Live It. Many Wont!
If you have right winged thoughts,
About leftist ideals.
And whose liberal ways,
Do not appeal to those of conservative zest and zeal.
With a republican platform stance.
Or broadminded values,
That those democratics chant!
All who live decidedly with divided feelings,
Reeling from a racist hatred...
Created from ignorant rhythms danced.
You might as well be in hight orbit around the Earth.
These days now lived have distanced you.
And none of those points of views,
Are currently being romanced!
Not even from the best of those,
With propaganda wishes on their minds!
Folks today of a higher consciousness...
Are doing their ultimate best,
To leave that kind of nonsense behind!
To embrace what has arrived...
That has been labelled,
The future!
Some notice.
Some don't.
Some live it!
And many wont!
While others are left to feed,
On barbaric seeds.
Remnants on fields of needs abandoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Not Worthy to Deceive
If I came to the aid of my neighbor struggling...
Would I be then declared a socialist?
If I offered shelter to those homeless and hungry,
Would I be a liberal?
With an agenda that was 'leftist'?
In these United States,
When I was taught to pledge alligence...
To a white and red star encrusted flag.
I believed myself and others together...
To be patriotic and of this we were glad.
But as I look upon this land,
With a separateness done.
And racism to overcome!
I'm stunned by the selfishness,
Of those whose interests...
Are only to feed their greed.
And leave others on the street,
With nothing to eat!
If I came to the aid of my neighbor struggling...
Would I be then declared a socialist?
If I offered shelter to those homeless and hungry,
Would I be a liberal?
With an agenda that was 'leftist'?
And would I care if the 'haves'
Stop to stare at me as if I were trash?
And when they prepare to go to sleep at night...
Are they aware I rest peacefully,
With my eyes closed tight?
I doubt it.
They perceive of me,
As someone not worthy to deceive.
And certainly I'm not a 'conservative'...
Motivated by division and isolated by greed.
'Remember when political choices,
Were either Republican or Democrat?
Now there are subdivisions with divisions within them.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Fully Live!
freedom is not white,
it is not Christian,
it is neither liberal nor conservative....
not bound by capitalistic values,
it is not served at gunpoint
to those with differing views...
it is all colors, all faiths,
openminded and intelligent,
beyond all political views;
places human need in front of profit,
and celebrates diversity!
it is the basic right
of the living to fully live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Crossed Borders
Honey squeezed
From a life sweetened.
Sour images begin to slowly display,
Through sugar coated promises.
Told and cracking its mold held.
Such views are good to protect,
Values kept sacred...
Of a way of life one should never neglect.
Although what is seen...
Begins to show its torment.
And cracking at the seams.
And while masses scream...
An undercover scheme to locate
Fresh enemies has already taken place.
No matter what Somalia is...
Somalia has resources,
Like oil to give!
How long will the delusionists
Cry for the need of more fists?
To show they oppose...
Non-conformists,
And how their way of life is crumbling?
Right under their drugged noses!
The noses that could not detect,
Their own scents stenching.
Implementing this...
Is the nonsense of diplomacy,
In ceremonies much too pretentious!
And too grand with lost appeal.
These dinosaurs are struggling hard,
To make comebacks.
Keeping thieves very busy...
Like bees without a 'queen',
Hoarding weapons of defense.
As those who took their dreams...
Away
Crossed borders unfenced!
Invited without documentation!
Even today...
The come to live better lives
Than those who are native,
Bleeding inside...
And crying out in hunger!
As those who come to aid,
From sincere points of views...
Are labelled liberals!
Those who dare to care for others!
And...
We accept this lockstep crush,
To deliver more blood and propaganda!
Rushed to fluster clearing thoughts.
As young people are sent to die,
For interests best internalized...
And kept in secret immoralized,
In a meltdown called 'home'.
On foreign lands they stand...
Where they battle viciously,
To instill beliefs...
That are quickly dissolving.
People are losing their taste
For those who cheer
For the demise of the human race.
And
All if this taking place.
Just to leave those left...
With demonic looks on their faces!
And proud of their achievement,
To become 'thee' most insignificant assholes ever!
With honors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going To Be Left To Leave
Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.
And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.
Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conservative People
Conservative in their ways and in their thinking they do not embrace change in any way
They fear change as a threat to their existence as conservative through their lives they do stay
They resist change as if change is quite harmful as things were they wish them to remain
Their flawed values of rank and class distinction are things that they do fight hard to retain
Conservative people change not known to welcome on any change they like to have their say
They crave respect for their old ways of thinking whilst respect to those who want change they don't pay
No thanks to them that changes are occuring since they want to keep us tied to the past
They cannot accept that time brings with it changes that nothing as it was does seem to last,
Conservative people always in abundance their type never have been known to be rare
They live in Villages, Towns and in Cities you can meet their kind of person anywhere
To them change is something that should be resisted to the old ways with reverence they do cling
They fear change as much as they do fear the reaper as if indeed change were a dangerous thing
Suppose it takes all kinds to make up humanity and conservative people will always fight change
They look on people who to them are different as those who are untrustworthy and strange.
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Equal Ways
So the circle cannot fade
It turns in endless ways
It turns its endless days
So this window offers views
Of endless loves and fears
Of endless moves and stance
We turn in rest and dance
Scoff at our arises and falls
I wont stop wonder
I will never stop wonder
They walk in flowers
They walk in shorts
They win the nothings
They win awards
It makes no sence to me,
I walk the flowers
Win the nothings
So this circle cannot fail
It turns its endless ways
It turns its endless days
Scare the dower,
Rises and falls
I wont stop wonder
I wont ever stop wander
We turn in equal days
So lets live in equal ways
We turn in equal ways
So lets live in equal days
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Equal Ways
So the circle cannot fade
It turns in endless ways
It turns its endless days
So this window offers views
Of endless loves and fears
Of endless moves and stance
We turn in rest and dance
Scoff at our arises and falls
I wont stop wonder
I will never stop wonder
They walk in flowers
They walk in shorts
They win the nothings
They win awards
It makes no sence to me,
I walk the flowers
Win the nothings
So this circle cannot fail
It turns its endless ways
It turns its endless days
Scare the dower,
Rises and falls
I wont stop wonder
I wont ever stop wander
We turn in equal days
So lets live in equal ways
We turn in equal ways
So lets live in equal days
song performed by by Xymox
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Engrossed and Trapped
They feel the freedom to express the affects,
Of today's racism.
As technologies advance.
To leave mindsets like these...
Engrossed and trapped within their insecurities.
One would never believe these conversations breed,
This kind of attention in the year two thousand and ten.
There seems to be more focus on one's color of skin.
By ignorant radio talk show hosts...
Being paid top dollar,
To use the airwaves to solicit a hatred...
That validates the feelings of those who listen.
Whites who describe themselves,
As disliking blacks, browns and jews.
Are given this kind of authorized soapbox...
To discuss their self righteousness.
And who should live as they choose.
There seems to be more focus on one's color of skin.
By ignorant radio talk show hosts...
Being paid top dollar,
To use the airwaves to solicit a hatred...
That validates the feelings of those who listen.
They feel the freedom to express the affects,
Of today's racism.
As technologies advance.
To leave mindsets like these...
Engrossed and trapped within their insecurities.
One would never believe these conversations breed,
This kind of attention in the year two thousand and ten.
But then again...
IF a superiority is what is truly felt.
Why are there reminders needed?
And why is a country of physical diversity...
Have some folks believing,
They should be directing all people...
To do what a few who deceive as they please.
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2009
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
People will find themselves delusion free.
And committed to priorities...
Greed and fantasies did not allow them to be.
An awakening of sorts,
Will have them questioning their religious beliefs.
Since those philosophies held onto...
Created their conflicts and their grief!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Remember those times and days of respect?
Expect more of that sincerely reflected.
Accept kindness expressed,
From those you did not expect.
And reject temptation to extend bitterness.
There will be many who will wish to increase peace.
To see the nonsense kept in declaring who is inferior...
As superiority over others,
Will from their minds decrease.
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Protective thoughts to defend,
Of what is not yours but mine will come to an end.
Since an introduction of a higher consciousness will take affect.
To inspire goodwill for all humanity!
And all who invested in 'things' they lost...
Will discover they have become happier.
To achieve this without paying the cost!
With wishes of simplicity...
To become the focused objectivity!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
A new beginning comes.
With a clarity of mind that defines reality!
And leaving behind divisions and nonsense.
Of all kinds.
That's what folks will find,
In 2-0-0-9.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Running For Sainthood
No. That was you!
'No it wasn't...
It was you! '
No, you!
'No...
That was you! '
~And what are they doing over there? ~
*They prepare for the conventions coming up.*
~Well...
They seem to represent the people.
Nothing will get done.
And the one who wants to do that,
Will be labelled a liberal.
And those conservative will say...
The country is too far left!
And those on the right are religiously opposed! ~
*Remember those days,
When the choice made was just to vote?
Now you have these folks,
Who claim to represent our causes...
And protect our well being and quality of life!
Now they want us to believe they are running for 'sainthood'.
And those with the lesser of clipped wings...
Will deliver all our needs,
Tax free!
And we are going to be foolish enough...
Not to see through this crap they've got us trapped in! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Your Time
It was a test we could all hope to pass
But none of us would want to take.
Faced with the choice to deny God to live,
For her, there was one choice to make.
This was her time. this was her dance.
She lived every moment; left nothing to chance.
She swam in the sea; drank of the deep;
Embraced the mystery of all she could be.
This was her time...
Though you are mourning and grieving with us,
Death died a long time ago;
Swallowed in life so that life carries on.
Still its so hard to let go.
This was her time. this was her dance.
She lived every moment; left nothing to chance.
She swam in the sea; drank of the deep;
Embraced the mystery of all she could be.
What if tomorrow, and what if today,
Faced with the question,
Oh what would you say?
This is your time. this is your dance.
Live every moment. leave nothing to chance.
Swim in the sea. drink of the deep.
Follow the mercy and hear yourself praying.
Wont you save me?
Wont you save me?
This is your time. this is your dance.
Live every moment. leave nothing to chance.
Swim in the sea. drink of the deep.
Embrace the mystery of all you can be.
This is your time. this is your dance.
Live every moment. leave nothing to chance.
Swim in the sea. drink of the deep.
Embrace the mystery of all you can be.
This is your time...
(wont you save me? )
(this is your time)
(wont you save me? )
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They Want to Dominate
So fractured are they.
So split and divided within their walls.
No depiction seems as fitting,
As crazed does for them.
With labels like conservative,
And liberalism doing them in.
Dissecting the rights to live life,
With a wholesome completeness...
They will never in their minds find.
Conflicts sit within them.
And that is expressed...
Time after time.
They wish to comform,
To that which has been driven out of control.
They wish to bring back,
Barbaric times of old.
And they are thisclose to destroying humanity.
Peace for them goes unrecognized.
It doesn't within them,
Live to free!
They will not be happy...
Until life itself ceases to be.
They want to dominate,
Their own demise!
Reigning to rule and conquer...
Until visions of them have left,
All who observe with conscious eyes.
A fatality that will not shock,
Stun or surprise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If a Treasure Being Threatened
Arizona is 'a-lonah'
And unfortunate it is!
To witness folks with ancient beliefs...
That they can live lives independently.
Regardless of who says what in a democracy.
How many 'illegals' own American property?
Or walk up and down Main Street USA...
Portraying anyone they wish.
And may not speak a word of English.
Melanin is the difference.
A difference that conflicts with interest!
And divides those who hide their racist afflictions.
With a protection of this ignorance...
As if a treasure being threatened to be taken away!
Instead of the reverse being their curse.
'Bless those of feeble mind and deed!
Bless those who believe...
This Earth belongs to 'them'.
And only for them to breed.
Bless the minds of those ignorant...
However they hide to disguise when they feed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aren't You All Neighbors?
If I consume more than my neighbor,
And squander my feeding at their expense...
To then expect for them to remain silent,
As they pay more for the construction of my fence.
Or the fixing of cracks on pavements I travel,
Without my offering a single cent.
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?
Yet I am the first to advocate the raising of rents,
To keep certain 'elements' away from me and distanced.
Should I get upset the request I pay higher taxes,
On my property that has been re-assessed?
Since I am more accustomed to live high on the hog,
While others around me find it difficult to live on less?
'But...
Aren't you all neighbors?
And aren't you all sharing the same amenities offered? '
I am a conservative.
I am not one of those 'liberals' seeking a hand-out.
I am entitled to be served.
'But...
Aren't you all neighbors?
And aren't you all sharing the same amenities offered? '
I am a conservative.
I am not one of those 'liberals' seeking a hand-out.
I am entitled to be served.
If I consume more than my neighbor,
And squander my feeding at their expense...
To then expect for them to remain silent,
As they pay more for the construction of my fence.
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?
'But...
Aren't you all neighbors? '
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fermented In Chemicals
Conditioned to live lives,
Totally ridiculous!
Gifted children left to drift,
Aimlessly.
Fed values of nonsense,
That are marketed to feed
On limitation!
A devastation marked,
To ruin a segmented population...
Has to come to an end.
For the future of this generation...
To rebuild from a negligence,
Implemented by an ignorance!
And that has left us all defenseless.
A seriousness of hope...
Will eventually come to grasp our minds!
To unwind from this intentional deed.
Seeded.
To allow...
A harvesting,
From an addiction to weeds.
Fermented in chemicals to daze and weaken.
Lifting to struggle against this illness!
To acknowledge an appetite for greatness...
Tasted.
As it should be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are the Ones In Total Control
Is God Republican?
Or Democrat?
'Well...
First of all,
You know we've been told
He is 'suppose' to be honest.
Perhaps He is Independent?
That's how I conceive of Him.
I'm sure He is neither.
And yet...
At the same time all of that! '
Then why do those divided,
Come together to cry to God!
Whenever they wish their needs met?
IF He is the Oneness they believe Him to be?
Praying on their knees.
And leaving their political affiliations,
At church doorsteps.
Before they go in to plead for greed,
And other desired 'necessities'.
'Think of them as addicts.
Getting their 'fix' on Sunday.
However...
They may belong to cliques.
Or some other membership.
It's a status thing.
None of it makes sense.
Tell you what...
Ask those dudes on Wall Street,
Who they believe God is.
And His political affiliation.
You will probably get a stare and no response.
They are the ones in total control of your life.
So they would like for you to believe!
And don't fool yourself.
Like so many have done and still do!
And God?
He's got major adjustments coming for everybody!
Be you a conservative right wing reformist...
Or a liberal left wing change maker of giveaways.
The days ahead are nonpartisan!
We all will be getting a taste of them,
To nourish a depleted consciousness!
You wouldn't care to make a wager, would you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Mel (villanelle)
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.
And we who can but sit, dumb and aghast,
scarcely believe that while the sun still shone
the one who should have lived has gone so fast.
Six decades older, surviving to their last
few days or years, together but alone,
they, with no future, live only in the past.
At least she kept on living to the last,
but should have had a future. She has none.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast,
and they, for whom so many years have passed,
are unaware that one they loved is gone.
They, with no future, live only in the past,
mark time until the final trumpet blast,
and never know the respite they have won.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
They, with no future, live only in the past.
poem by Paul Hansford
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I Will Live
I will not live on public feelings,
or on consensus of large masses,
but I will live with strong feelings,
been here among the godless classes.
With life itself to be held accountable,
I shall neither die; nor heaven be denied.
but I shall live amides the trouble,
and if I should decide to get even.
It will be with believers of another realm,
and not join hands with the deplorable;
although some friends will complain,
in the faith that once was adorable.
And while pleasure from earth is extracted,
where the sting of that maliciousness is gathering,
the ethnicity of mankind's interest is contracted,
in the value of pride for their nation.
From memories the echoes keep resounding
having live in the past, I will abide in the future,
By the laws of grace abounding,
I will live where danger enrages the howling fire
and human passion keeps on burning,
with the torrid flames spreading higher,
As hostilities on earth keeps on churning,
The race to leave keeps nation warring.
poem by Gerry Legister
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