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Spooky and Most Crooked Too

Call them a medic!
'Cause their actions are impacting.
And many perceive them to be pathetic.
Far from scenic.
And not atmospherically aesthetic.
What they do is too magnetic.

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Peace they molest.
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They should be arrested!
And in isolation kept.
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What they do is off the hook.
Spooky and most crooked!
And better than any best selling crime book.

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Their minds are disconnected.
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Can this be soon corrected?
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To ignore them is not best.
Round them up and get them treatment.
Since confrontations sweetens them.

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Get them before they infest like pests.
Agitation feeds their breeding.
They profess they invest in protests.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spooky

(middlebrooke / shapiro)
In the cool of the evening
When everything is getting kind of groovy
You call me up and ask me
Would I like to go with you and see a movie?
First I say no, Ive got some plans for tonight
And then I stop and say all right
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
You always keep me guessing
I never seem to know what you are thinking
And if a girl looks at you
Its for sure your little eye will be a-winking
I get confused, I never know where I stand
And then you smile and hold my hand
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
Spooky
If you decide some day to stop this little game that you are a-playing
Im gonna tell you all the things my hearts been a-dying to be saying
Just like a ghost youve been a-haunting my dreams
But now I know youre not what you seem
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
Spooky
Ahh, ahh, spooky, mmm, spooky, ahh, ahh, ahh, spooky, ooh, spooky
Ahh, aah, aah, spooky

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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To Infest and Manifest

Why do they glare?
Those who stop to stare...
With a bringing of their gloom,
To pollute environments everywhere.

Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Judges Of Appearances.
Police to guard values and standards...
Molding with age and on the decrease.

Why do they restrict to insist,
Those of ethnic differences...
Should from themselves be distanced quick.
With minds influenced by ignorance,
To infest and manifest.

And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.

Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Or police to guard what's valued...
Hypocritically!

And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.

And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.

And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.

And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere There Is A Medic

Isn't it easier to criticize,
Anyone doing something with their life...
They seem to like to do with a doing done.
Than it is to stop from feeling aggravated...
That no one gives us the time of day to listen,
To everything negative we say and can find...
That describes why we are such miserable people.
All the time.
With a tuning into grief as if to be treated by it,
On a daily basis to feed on diets of aches and pains.

We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.

Oh yeah we keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.

And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!

We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.

And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!

And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Me Be A Fool

You take the crown,
I'll zip my lips,
I SWEAR.....
zip, zip, zip....zip my lips
lip, lip, lip...oops,,, zips no lip
oh! I can't even mug up
I was not permitted in to a school;
la..la..la.. look I AM A PROUD FOOL! !

I veiled my eyes with a black tape
I resist as I hate to ape.
You scolded me and she gave me a scornful look
I won't complain as I am the bait of your hook.
hook, hook, hook,....hook my book
book, book, your hook, my book,,,,, ooops! !
I am not poor, let me make it clear
You be the King, but, LET ME BE A FOOL! !

poem by Bharat Bhushan
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We' Are 'Keyed' Expeditiously

IF you or 'I' had information that would upset...
The national security,
Of this government.
We would quickly be arrested.
And silenced our protests.
I doubt with seriousness...
If our actions would be gleefully consented!

And 'if' I released documents over the internet...
Anyone should make and get,
A guaranteed winning bet...
My next steps would take place,
In an infested cell with no visiting guests!

But these actions I mention,
Have been done by a respected service...
Known to almost everyone.
And the government has 'yet'...
To prevent or stop these threats,
By an internet service...
That is public accessed!

And you and I...
Are daily wiretapped,
With movements watched....
As our human rights go neglected and unprotected!

And 'we' are 'keyed' expeditiously!
With no peace to welcome.
Or sleep to rest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Protesters Must Be Arrested

writing under political radar
unpublished under search radar
equates to more censor escapes
knowing freedom of formal speech
does not extend to anti-war protests
if such protests might trigger
an uprising in anti-invasion protests
peace protesters must be arrested

humiliated beaten pepper sprayed
how dare such righteous individuals
dare interfere with planned sanctioned
profit mounting oil invasion wars
situational irony calling wars right
necessary to healthy growth prosperity
calling peace wrong threat to security
time to reevaluate restructure economy?

situational irony armies meant to ensure peace?
used to intimidate dominate exploit war fleece?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Needed Rest

So overwhelmed to give at times,
I find isolation brings me peace of mind.

To give is to receive.
And in that I do believe.
But a necessity to set limits...
Allows me to feel I should and can breathe freely.
Without jeopardizing my abilities,
Which requires my much needed rest!

Although I may get protests,
From those who perceive...
My abilities are given just to please their needs.

Blessed?
Yes.
But those best lessons I've learned,
Have been the ones I have kept.
And without rest for the mind,
Guess who gets the quality time?
No one.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Captivated Is The Audience

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.

'We're concerned about the little people.'
Says one sent to speak and represents sleaze.
'Those people' who initiate wickedness...
To leave it and deceive.
Those who use treachery to bleed the Earth.
And yacht about with venom dripping,
From privileged mouths.
Are about to be themselves seized with grief.

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.

And this has been made clear,
To every aspect that makes life a possibility.
When leechers perceive and believe,
They are more powerful than that which has created them...
Captivated is the audience that witnesses their demise.

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And captivated is the audience,
That witnesses their demise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Could Arrest You For Disturbing The Peace

What's going on?
What is this all about?
And why is that guy standing,
With his hands above his head
Butt naked?
And why are there two groups of people,
Arguing with one another?

'Officer.
I want these people out of my store.
They are ruining my business.'

Has anyone stolen anything?

'No.
That guy naked,
Came into my store.
And said he had 'had' it.
He wanted me to call the police.
I told him he committed no crime.
Then I said
Sir,
Even if you stripped butt naked
With your hands above your head,
That would be indecent exposure.
I could have you arrested for that!

Well.
I called 911.
While I was explaining what was going on.
Those people standing over there,
Thought he was not indecent.
That other group over there behind you.
Decided that he was

And then he started screaming,
~What difference does it make if I am circumcized or not?
I am the one requesting to be arrested.

So.
What is it you want me to do?

'GET THESE PEOPLE OUT OF MY STORE! '

I can't.
Aren't those people still in the middle of their debate?
When did debating become a crime?
Now I do admit,
This situation is most unusual.
But calm down.
And I 'hope' you have a permit for that gun.
I could arrest you for disturbing the peace,
And threatening your customers.
I'll have to call for backup.
Are you the owner?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my nature, not for any crime.

quote by Margaret Cavendish
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Religious Intolerance

base born minds
bloated in materialism
disclaim religions

of which
they know
nothing

true believers
ignore ignorance
believers prays

world peace promises
displease war mongers
selling shredding souls

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Vindictivity-Revisited

Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!

Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!

Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.

Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.

Split from and witnessed,
Are rolling eyes casting glares.
As if these postures...
Warrant the welcome of such childish affairs.
Free from dares,
Are those who choose to live...
Beyond such traps,
That feed those breeding negativity that's shared!

Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!

Vindictivity-revisited in excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose what they do!

Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!

Vindictivity-revisited...
In repeated excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose,
Lives lived as they do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call To Get A Cop

If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
You think I'm a thief!
Please.

If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given up all I had,
Believe that or not.
Now you tell me that I can't leave...
Because your aggravations aren't that bad.

This is worse than living in a jail cell.
Living with you has been pure hell.
I've got to leave you and do it quick,
With a taking of my mind...
And,
Splitting through an exit!
Yes.

If you call a cop,
Be honest when you tell on me.
Get a cop,
And tell the story truthfully.
Without those tears you weep and drop.
With the telling of lies nonstop.

Whoa Nelly!

If you want me arrested,
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
You think I'm a thief!
Please.

And you want me arrested,
Because I wont take from you...
More of your mess,
Yes.

You want me arrested,
Because your testing gives me no rest.
And...
You want me arrested,
Because I've decided to step.
Yes.
And you wish to break my neck.

So,
If you want me arrested?
Call to get a cop.
I've given my best,
Believe it or not.
Now you want to confess to me...
I've all you've got,
Please!

This is worse than living in a jail cell.
Living with you has been pure hell.
I've got to leave you and do it quick,
With a taking of my mind...
And,
Splitting through an exit!
Yes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Satisfied

Im still crazy for you, everything that you do
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Every trick in the book, girl by hook or by crook
Gonna keep you satisfied
Youve become an addiction, somehow I cant resist
Let me make a prediction, now I know what Ive missed
In my heart theres a whole lot of lovin
A feelin I cant deny
I cant ignore if I wanted, so baby why should I try
Im still crazy for you, everything that you do
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Every trick in the book, girl by hook or by crook
Gonna keep you satisfied
Well my heart still pounds like a hammer
Every time you get close to me
And my pulse starts to race
At the thought of your embrace
And my mind blows naturally
Dont think I take you for granted
Thats something Id never do
Whatever you need to be happy
Just ask and Ill give it to you
Im still crazy crazy for you, everything that you do
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Every trick in the book, girl by hook or by crook
Gonna keep you satistied

song performed by by Paul Carrack
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There Will Always Be Crime

As long as there are excuses made to keep it...
There will always be crime.
As long as it is identified,
And left untreated.
There will always be crime.
As long as there is a system that feeds it...
With statistics gathered,
As if score cards are needed.
And as long as what is being done,
Is taught to those young!
There will always be crime.
And those who make a living to pocket from it!

Crime as it has been flourished to become known...
Will always be a part of greed and its existence!
Giving those who are employed to define it,
A reason to depict it and where to keep it fed!
Just like maintaining a sickness,
To overcrowd hospitals...
To fill folks with illnesses to strap them to beds.
There will 'always' be an atmosphere,
Where fear induced minds produce crime!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolation

In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize
Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.

song performed by by New Order
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Mayday.

BRAVELY, DETERMINED THEY GATHER, THE GREAT UNWASHED
WANTING TO GET THEIR POINT ACCROSS, THOUGH THEY'LL BE SQUASHED
ON THIS ADOPTED DAY ALL OVER THE WORLD
PROTESTORS DEMAND THEIR SAY
ANY DAY WOULD SUFFICE, BUT THE MOST SIGNIFICANT IS FIRST OF MAY
INEQUALITIES AS THEY SEE IT
EROSION OF THEIR FREEDOMS SOME WILL SAY
MOST, THAT THEY DON'T GET ENOUGH PAY
THE FUTURE CAN ONLY BRING MORE PROTESTS
SOME SAY IT WILL DEMINISH FUNDS TO INVEST
GREATER PROFITS YEAR ON YEAR IS DEMANDED
SO PROTESTS WILL ENSUE, THE VAST MAJORITY
WILL GET BACK TO WORK AS COMMANDED.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Drained

Waste the storm, magnetic pulses stir the echoes -
Salt by the ocean, creates my form -
Beasted by the land -
Unprotected warnings -
You cannot be corrected -
Without the believe of believes -
Faults that are found -
The earth is hollowed -
So is liquid in round
What will be found -
Drained is the only sound

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Captain Hook

Captain Hook must remember
Not to scratch his toes.
Captain Hook must watch out
And never pick his nose.
Captain Hook must be gentle
When he shakes your hand.
Captain Hook must be careful
Openin' sardine cans
And playing tag and pouring tea
And turnin' pages of his book.
Lots of folks I'm glad I ain't--
But mostly Captain Hook!

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Encouragement of Inappropriateness

How can they be corrected?
When eyes have been set upon,
Incorrectness.
How can a pride be handed to them?
When
Generations manifesting
Indecision, temptation and sin
Is branded upon them!
Who introduces which roads to take?
When appetites are prepared,
To satiate themselves
In a world saturated by hate!
Have you awakened too late to realize...
How can these misfortunes thrive.
And be there to smothered guilt felt inside,
Not to show remorse?
Or something that may reflect upon it!
What can be said about doing one's best...
When lies and lack of pride,
Seems to infest
With an encouragement of inappropriateness!
That feeds a mental unrest that is projected.
And protected from self examinations confessed,
By those declared dangerous...
To a way of life loved by the rest!
Observed digesting,
With drooped heads,
About to nap!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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