Suited In Demon Evils
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
Anyone,
That is...
Except for those limited with addictions,
Of self indulgence and the restricted belief...
Enemies are on their doorsteps!
And more come to put an end to their own theft!
That has been their only fear.
Their main regret!
And now...
That has been exposed.
In a magnitude that has been amplified!
In a step by step dismantling,
Of a deeply hidden and discreeted deceit!
And completed by one,
Who splurges on high fashion.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
To be addressed.
Like nothing ever seen before.
Or has never been before like this addressed...
To impress upon imaginations stunned by the reality,
Of those who are down low and dirty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upset With His Progress
No one expected him to be as qualified as he is.
They believed his leadership would be a joke.
Although his intelligence was cleary there when he spoke.
Those few with their talk shows,
Campaigned for his failure.
With attempts to hold him responsible,
For the affect of their greed.
That the economy is on the brink of doom...
Is a direct result of their own gluttony.
They say they are not racist.
But it is obvious they have contempt.
Having a black man in his position.
Stirs a bigotry used as a defense.
They say he hasn't kept any promises at all.
But with his leadership,
A spiralling fall has been stalled.
Hopefully to be prevented.
Yet with the balls he juggles,
And his determination to succeed.
They wish to blame him for all of their mistakes.
Even the ones they self inflicted.
To cause themselves to bleed.
And hiding behind these excuses used...
Has been an ingredient for their past victories.
History has shown them to be a people afraid of truth.
But deceit can't keep them forever dishonest.
Since today reality is in pursuit.
No one expected him to be as qualified as he is.
They believed his leadership would be a joke.
Although his intelligence was cleary there when he spoke.
And he speaks with a wisdom,
Unbiased and direct.
And this keeps them angered!
Upset with his progress.
They are so blind.
And so far behind the times.
On all levels of their consciousness expressed...
Stalled in a mindset that generates their unrest.
'Those people! '
~What do you mean by that? ~
'We've done everything in our power,
To prove them ignorant!
And here he is with his arrogance.
Showing the world not only his talents.
But also that he represents,
A people of integrity, high self esteem and brilliance.
You have no idea how that pisses,
Those who wish to dismiss it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ant Music
cool music
Well I'm standin' here, looking at you.
What do I see?
I'm lookin' straight through. It's so sad
when you're young, too be told.
But, you're havin' fun so un-plug the jukebox.
And do us all a favor.
Oooh, that musics lost its taste, so try another flavor.
AntMusic..
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh )
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh )
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh )
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh..)
Ooooh, when i'm standin here, what do I see?
A big Nothing, threatening me.
It's so sad, when you're young to be told.
But you're havin' fun so un-plug the jukebox.
And do us all a favor.
Oooh, that music's lost its taste, so try another flavor.
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh...)
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh...)
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh...)
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh oh...)
Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothin' to you.
There might come a day
when he's treadin' on you.
Don't tread on ant you'll end up black and blue.
Oh, cut off his head, legs come lookin' for you. So;
Un-plug the jukebox.
And do us all a favor.
Hey ooohh
That, music's lost its taste, so try another flavor.
AntMusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh......)
Antmusic...
(oh, oh oh oh oh......)
AntMusic!
(oh, oh oh oh oh......)
AntMusic......
oh, un-plug the jukebox
and do us all a favor.
the music's lost its taste, so try another flavor...
AntMusic.
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Step By Step
As the greedy feed...
A draught soon nears.
Blinders have been issued to all,
To keep them unaware.
Yet numb by terrorists fears.
The creation of enemies...
Soon grinds their economies to a halt.
To introduce a controlling one world rule,
Refusing to accuse the bleeding of greed,
As the fault.
Step by step this grand plan comes.
But the success of it,
Will unravel quick.
And those behind it much undone!
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
'You've said that! '
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
'You've said that! '
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
'WHY do you keep saying that? '
When it comes some will be stunned.
And what will be reveiled,
May cause many to run...
In shock and disoriented,
To see their way of life over and done!
'I 'think' that splitting of consciousness,
Is 'now' in existence!
Even those in positions to 'dictate'
Weren't prepared themselves for this one,
To come! '
Oh they weren't!
That's why they try to disguise it...
From those they perceive,
Are still buying that BS about terrorists...
And enemies!
God stirs this pot...
And those ingredients now are poured,
Upon all to dropp without a stop!
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
When it comes some will be stunned.
And what will be reveiled,
May cause many to run...
In shock and disoriented,
To see their way of life over and done!
And that is what they are praying to prevent.
However...
This World is not ours.
This is God's invention meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing In Support And Interest
The business of greed,
Has disguised the starting of wars...
As missions to save humanity.
Such conflicts of hunger and homelessness exist,
Without threats associated to the terrorists.
And exposes those deeds achieved by the hypocrites...
That leaves the business of greed,
A clarifying representation of those using deceit.
With increased opportunities to feed their evils.
And advocating the belief a victory sought...
Will bring a people collectively to their feet to cheer.
Although these acts are diminishing in support and interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take The Lid Off The Pot
Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got
It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got
Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!
Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.
'What's the matter? '
There's none left!
'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '
It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without The Money
It is always the economy,
Affecting needs.
Always it is!
And not one's education...
Flaunted as perceived.
It is always the economy,
That breathes and feeds on greed.
And no matter if one goes to college...
It is not the Masters or Doctorate degree,
That keeps one perched...
High on a pedestal for all to see.
Without the money,
All pretensions can be dropped.
Oh without that money,
All the bragging seems to stop.
And it is without money...
No one talks about what they've got.
Or fingerpops with a bee-bop hopped.
If money is not felt...
A sobbing begins with a flow,
That can not be mopped.
It is always the economy,
That breathes and feeds on greed.
And no matter if one goes to college...
It is not the Masters or Doctorate degree,
That keeps one perched...
High on a pedestal for all to see.
It is that MONEY!
That holds a head higher than clouds.
It is that money making days sunny.
That ties that magic knot!
And if the economy doesn't feed,
A feeding of greed one receives...
A boo-hooing of tears becomes the reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expected Acceptance
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
Existing to thrive on good credit and loans...
Is slowing ripping apart an economy that groans.
With no ending to the moans heard,
From those still faithful of a resurgence.
And a return of self-servance.
Lifelines are frayed!
Are wearing on the nerves of those afraid.
A monoply of fear is losing its fan base.
Its use to produce a threatened standard of life...
Begins to tatter the stars and stripes,
With the reality of corrupted treason...
Seasoned by deceit.
And exposed as common news,
On gossiped streets.
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
And pursued are the doers...
Found attempting to patch the cracks,
Upon their own established foundations.
With promises of changes to correct!
Effective changes,
For a system crumbling from selfishness...
And neglect!
Molded to bleed and fed on myths...
How can this be done?
Who will implement them?
Since such devastation,
Has already begun...
In the minds of everyone!
Who will implement them?
Or recognize them when they do come,
To be defined for those...
Born to feed a greed state of mind!
How can one be led away...
From what has been known all this time.
And lived to be worshipped,
In a conformed restricting consciousness.
Who will implement this...
Expected acceptance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Era Freed
That strangle hold of deceit,
Released.
A ray of Sun appears,
Through the cracks of doors...
Slowly opening.
Tears are drying from needless wars.
And the urge to address...
The presence of conflicts,
Once pressed upon hearts...
Suppressed with burdens,
Lift to erase fear from faces.
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
Bold and daring.
And equipped to whip,
Those losing their hold on demonicness.
There is no place for evil to exist!
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
And those who choose to know it...
Will lay down their weapons in defeat!
'These are My people!
And you will let them go!
Or prepare to pay the price...
In your defiance! '
Sayeth 'The Voice' that speaks.
Witnessed by those who see...
An era freed,
From the misdeeds of wickedness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Center of Golden Trinkets
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
No one can fake an ownership that does not exist.
The consciousness of the Earth will not permit it!
A divineness given has made some minds sick...
With a wicked self centeredness that is going to be punished.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
It stay and wanted to share resources.
Forces proceeded to addict a mindset to things.
Increasing the need to fill empty spaces with waste.
And the luxury of bad taste.
With the acceptance of disrespect.
As well as a lack of discipline...
And that which is connected.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
In fact...
Any who had any of that left,
Wept!
And helplessly stood by to watch their country bleed.
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
But others too impatient to wait for God's command...
Believed they only had to steal to find themselves the chosen.
To find themselves the center of golden trinkets to adorn,
And distract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haunting Forevermore
How should I know?
I am not the one to try for treason!
Hide behind lies and distorted histories.
Create your own symbolic dieties.
And still gluttony and your greed,
Will not set you free.
I am not the one to try for treason!
Live high and mighty on the hog of resources,
You have come to hoard.
But those objects and things you have come to adore,
Will become worthless when they rust.
Dripping like a fine slime to ooze on your front door.
I am not the one to try for treason!
And your own thoughts can no longer be trusted.
With those endless hours and days,
You believed would never betray...
To repay,
Those of you who have 'preyed'.
With a knock you can choose to ignore.
If you wish.
Haunting. Haunting. Haunting forevermore.
Inside your mind and this can not be dismissed.
Never again with an assistance like before.
Haunting.
Haunting.
Haunting,
Forevermore!
I am not the one to try for treason!
'Grandpa? Snap out of it!
Are there anymore 'Gummy Bears' left?
Or not?
That's all I asked! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Debt to Regret
The 'bail out'...
Or the economic stimulus.
With hopes a 'recovery package'...
Will return a society to greed in bliss.
Whatever term this madness is given.
To legitimize blatant crooks.
It appears rather dim!
To those conscious looking in.
What is being corrected?
How and by whom?
And when?
The same ones who analyze,
Their failures by disguising them...
With less traumatized attention given.
And some are quick to say,
It is democratic theft...
That is draped in masquerade.
To take trillions of dollars...
To minimize a bottomless debt to regret!
By the use of deceit.
And familiar betrayals...
A society nourishes as a reality to keep.
But no one seems to encourage...
The escalating of the investigating,
Stimulating devastation done...
By the acts of treason of some 'chosen' ones.
Or call murder...
Republican pacts!
That distorted all reason.
Little is said of that.
Or bring these human atrocities,
To the forefront to be seen as facts.
What greasy finger licking thief,
Politically connected or not...
Is expressing any concern about that?
Or expediting a searching hunt,
To expose those responsible...
For what they've done.
To undermine humanity!
With dust filled and empty victories,
Promised to be won.
And the number of countless bodies,
Left to bleed the hearts of those loved ones...
Still stunned and unconvinced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Devil Within
Why do you run away from me?
Do you think you can kill me?
I am the one in lust and greed,
I am the one in every evil deed
I am the one in greed and temptaions,
I am the one who gives into all temptations
I am the one in anger and rage,
I am the one you will find in life's every stage
I am the killer, I am the stealer,
I am the evil dealer
I am the bad to your every good,
I am the one who does no good
I am the one who kills with or without a reason,
I am the one who does all treason
I am the yang to your every yin,
I am the one in all the sins
I am the one in none and many,
I am the one in one and any
I am the dark side, I am the evil,
I am the one in all the evils
You give in to me when you are weak,
I am the one who makes every soul reek
Who am I, you want to know? , I am the one within,
Because I am the devil within
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Falling Apart
They are falling apart.
Greed has split them into pieces.
Palms greased in stench,
Leaves their sleazed fingerprints.
And those who fed upon decadence bleed...
Themselves,
In public declarations...
With a united front and schemes,
Crumbling at the seams.
They are falling apart.
Faster than a hyped staged production,
With actors cast...
In a performance the audience wish would end fast.
'This is crap! This is trash! '
And everyone observing knows it.
Except the one who directs.
As those who have become angered by lost investments...
Wait in the wings heated,
And with one noose!
To slip and squeeze around the deceiver's neck!
They are falling apart and quite upset!
A fool they have followed,
Now brings them deep regret.
Yet they were the ones...
All of them together.
In total acceptance.
When the plot was initialized...
But not realizing the mess,
That had already infested their nest.
By selecting someone,
They have come to detest.
They are falling apart.
It is being shown and confessed.
But these crimes committed should not be forgiven.
Save the energy of protest.
These demons should be arrested for treason!
Just for creating terrorists and inciting racial unrest.
'Look! Up in the sky.
What is that? '
That's another thing to be discussed.
They've been monitoring this for years.
It is going to be difficult...
But keep your focus,
On one reality at a time.
They are here to provide maintenance,
If you must know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is That A New Approach?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
You slowly lick it like it's heaven sent.
Is that a flavor just for you that's meant?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
You slowly lick it like it's heaven sent.
Is that a flavor just for you that's meant?
'I don't know if you will like it or not.
But I'm sure anything will improve,
Upon your dance moves.
Is that a new approach?
Or is this your way of starting up a conversation? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wouldn't It Be Great
Wouldn't it be great,
To speculate with accuracy...
How someone else should be,
And they were exactly...
How we perceived them.
And we were rumor mill free.
Wouldn't it be great?
Wouldn't it be great,
To have a flavor to taste?
And that flavored tasted,
Was exactly the one craved.
How about this one?
Would it be great,
If those were created...
For the deeds they did.
And have those who knew it,
Not try to throw someone under a bus.
Wouldn't it be great,
If people awakened to appreciate others?
Instead of defaming the slander.
Or pick their names to cuss.
Wouldn't it be great if it 'was' about an 'us'...
And not about distrust, deceit,
Or the feeding of selfish greed.
Wouldn't it be greed if we did not believe,
We were entitled with these as needs.
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Scandalous Decisions
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects...
Implanted.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Bullying has lost magic.
And building up fears just-to-feed-a greed.
Has got some demons pleading.
The rights of all are doomed!
And gloom is what's ahead for those trusting...
For others to remove their lusts!
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Scandalous decisions,
Are now under attack.
And these demons want their exclusions...
Kept in secret.
But their deceit,
Has some setbacks.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
Unleashed are the demons...
On the prowl to defeat,
Signs of correctness.
Replacing defects,
Implanted.
And...
Soured demons try,
To disenchant these days.
They've been caught and running from their own misdeeds.
And none of them can believe it's time to leave...
Behind their schemes of treason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revisited Dismisses
Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Since falling down presents fresh excuses.
To maim the mental state of minds...
Hoping a delivery of a clarity to find.
Or something quick to reminisce and addict...
To moments when lies and dishonesty was hidden.
Now it is welcomed freely as the air one breathes.
And more are becoming upset...
With the roughness thieves project and leave.
Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Blinded to possess something valued to impress.
As wickedness underneath their feet...
Was authorized with complete deceit.
But fantasies fed became a favorite treat.
And now they are left to eat,
A reality none can digest.
But they had been the ones to feed...
Such greediness at their best.
With a taste of it that lingers on...
As a demand to reinstate,
A way of life from them now gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crime & Punishment
Your name has
Staged coup in my mouth
For this treason high
Murder was avoidable; perhaps
through murder alone
* Inspired by poems from Anna Russell & AA
poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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Of Great Humanistic Deeds
The last of a glistening feasting,
Eye popping as is visioned,
Ends.
The pomp and circumstance of it,
Had lifted all imaginations above and beyond...
Staged conflicts.
Ushering the unannounced arrival,
Of a global higher consciousness.
Disagreements argued,
Are stopped to be put on hold.
Warring nations and economic devastation...
Kept frozen to behold,
Exquisite elegance.
At a calculated expense...
That enriches to heights,
Those royalistic dreams.
William, Harry...
And now joined by Kate,
Celebrate a majesticness...
Televised to beam to transfixed billions.
As people of a certain class,
Remind all who view...
How the worship of tremendous selfish greed,
Can inspired the dieing of fantasies...
To procure the squandering of isolated wealth.
Labelled as a right,
To be religiously ordained.
'May the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge,
Live long lives in the performance...
Of great humanistic deeds.
And may treasures obtained,
Do not reflect their purpose to achieve...
That higher goal to please only our Creator.
That will be,
Their responsibility.
And let this proclamation of a long lived epic chapter,
That has instigated divisions between classes...
Be forever closed! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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