Tactics Used to Intimidate
Tactics used to intimidate.
Only speeds an exposed failure,
To a fate that awaits.
These weapons rust.
And show their lack of luster.
Activities to keep a hollowness that creeps.
Produces the weaknesses,
Of those with minds bleeding with defeat!
And a lost of empowerment,
To another given but not intended.
Initiating their own demise lamented.
And the sheer uselessness of their shallow deeds.
It does nothing to strengthen or cure as a remedy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remedy of Existing Conflicts
This space we call reality...
Was not intended to be controlled,
By those who believe a 'oneness' THEY hold!
Like a cancer spreading to kill living cells,
There is a remedy of existing conflicts,
They now see closing in upon them as well.
From a 'hell' manufactured.
They seek hopelessly to find a cure!
However...
They have exposed themselves as encapable
Of using any knowledge
For curing their taste to conquer and rule!
Clueless they are as to what makes heat hotter.
They've enjoyed for too long,
Producing the weapons...
To watch the build up of increasing flames!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasized By Lives Deluded
Fantasized by lives deluded.
Where will their minds go?
When all of their beliefs,
Have been depleted.
To release them to realities...
They've been taught to fear.
And takes away those choices,
To isolate
Behind locked doors!
Their eyes charaded,
With disguises and masquerades...
Now can no longer be kept closed!
Or escapes to shelter them,
From the beast at the feast...
They enjoyed without limits.
This beast creeps within their consciousness.
And bares exposed sharpened teeth.
Preparing them to eat!
They see this...
As the gates of a way of life,
For them once lived...
Crumbles to rust and has been disposed.
Where will their minds go?
With no amusements left to show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fate's Irony
I’m deep in love, with the girl of my dreams
Who’s deep in love with the guy of her dreams
As fate would have its’ sense of irony, it seems that guy is not me
Fate it seems loves to play tricks
Fate it seems has its’ own little hits
Irony is around us all around
Like the love of the one who is in love with another
Or the love of money when money is outmoted
But love will never be outmoted, just forgotten
Just Forsaken
Forsaken Irony, Forgotten Helms
Love is lost and new love found
Or for some of those unwilling to let go
Love is lost and the soul grows cold
Forsaking love and comfort
Caring or passion
It is darkened by the past, the ironic twist of fate
This once gentle soul now is black a night
This once soul of love is full of fright
But Not all is lost, for there is a remedy,
A cure to the pain, a cure for the forsaken
What that cure is I still do not know
I just hope I find it, so maybe I can grow old..
poem by Nathaniel Sickels
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Specific And Direct
Untreated deceptions can defeat.
And those addicted to their weaknesses,
Are often comforted by those overprotective...
With a using of empathy to remedy this disease.
And a diseased mind condoned,
Will always seek a defense against anyone showing...
A lack of sympathy that offends,
The ones who gather others that befriend them.
Proclaiming false accusations of being treated mean,
By those they wish to declare as their enemies...
Have been too specific and direct and absent of tolerance,
With a giving of their 'cruel' assessments that upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Seeking Antidotes
It is all so irrelevant.
Your choice to vent,
With the consent of those...
Just as limited.
And this you show,
With a witlessness exposed?
Many tactics used,
Still proves you are confined.
You wish to keep your mind defined,
By a reactionary disposition.
And these are not those times...
To pamper or please,
The spoiled tantrums of a crazed child.
There are too many seeking antidotes,
To cure and heal from this plague.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A One Am I Mad At
With a choosing done of sides,
They elected to attack.
And when they discovered,
The hollowness of their reason...
For action,
Time had past them by...
To bestow upon those aware,
A higher consciousness.
One that left them AND their tactics,
Insignificant, irrelevant, pointless...
And shallow.
Although...
Some like myself,
Found their efforts to be beneficial.
And expeditiously used,
To motivate my own success.
Not a one am I mad at.
You feel me?
Not a one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A failure is an opportunity
You fail today; I know how it feels to be a failure.
It will be sad. You mourn alone, nobody mourns for you.
It will be silent. The noise of failure is too much inside
Your ears, lots of evil voices speak, like you are
A nobody
A failure
A disservice, a uselessness, the smallness of you
Like a miniature plastic soldier toy in the cabinet
Set aside for being so unattractive,
You shrink in society, and friends shy away now,
In failure you are alone, and you cry alone, if you
Will it that way,
If you will it,
You fail and forever you are a failure, a loser,
A sore loser,
But think a little deeper this time,
Who in this world never had a failure once in a while?
Isaac Newton, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein,
Abraham Lincoln, Ronald Reagan, George Bush,
Give me a name, and I will cite their failures,
Give me a name of a man who never failed
And I will show you that dead man in his grave.
My friend, failure is an opportunity to be great
Learn, learn, and learn, take the failure as your
Platform to catapult you to something higher than yourself,
Jump and rise to some other better opportunities,
Learn and be a new person again, stronger and wiser this time.
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Deeds Done They Do
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And why it happened...
To involve someone who had no idea,
They had been selected to be victimized.
And those initiating these activities with lies...
Are still pretending their innocence.
They are still trying to convince those unknowing...
They had nothing to do with the incidents.
And they had been the culprits who plotted the events!
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And the evilness of those who know,
They are involved!
I am not Sherlock Holmes...
So I could care less how that is solved!
And the bitterness I carry,
Will itself be resolved!
I am familiar with the environment
Of such wickedness and those of evil doings.
Choosing I have,
To ignore and resist it.
Truth is truth!
And does not remain concealed...
To protect those who chose to live,
Behind deeds done they do that are unreal!
They reveal themselves in time.
Their minds unwind in observation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circumstances Like These
The best way to undermine the activities of someone?
Pretend your involvement in initiating chaos,
Had nothing to do to upset the balance...
Of something your jealousy could have avoided.
But you chose to prove the outrage of the selected 'victim'
Had begun as you stood by and did absolutely nothing!
Having the 'appearance' of innocence...
Is all that is needed to begin the intended fall of someone!
However...
Such misdeeds eventually exposes a demented mind!
And the person suspected of creating confusion,
Wins!
Because winning under circumstances like these...
Comes to the one who has been wronged,
Time after time after time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But in our enthusiasm, we could not resist a radical overhaul of the system, in which all of its major weaknesses have been exposed, analyzed, and replaced with new weaknesses.
Bruce Leverett in Register Allocation in Optimizing Compilers
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In terms of development of the company, the vast majority of our sales are in the Far East and we will expect to strengthen our activities there, perhaps even moving some of our engineering activities abroad.
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beat Down Those Creeps Found
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Get to caring.
And sharing.
With those you held close.
And love the most.
With forgiving that can come...
And forgetting what was done!
When they weren't the only ones...
Lieing on the run!
Get to caring.
And sharing.
Don't wait to repay...
A 'shade' somebody gave to you,
That you should let fade away!
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Forgive and forget what was done,
When they weren't the only ones lieing on the run!
Or sleazing in discreet with misdeeds they release!
You don't have to be like that to whoever you meet.
Beat down,
The creeps found.
Sleazing in discreet,
With misdeeds they release.
Beat down,
The creeps found...
Sneaking as they 'peep' who to feed defeat.
Ripping up the streets with their brand of deceit.
Beat down the creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down those creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down the creeps found.
Oh oh...
Beat down those creeps found.
Beat down those creeps found.
Beat down those creeps found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Failure
Maybe i, I didnt seem to have a thing left to say
I bottled it far away
Maybe i, I tried too hard to find someone to blame
Maybe its me who changed
And now, Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
Maybe i, I didnt seem to give everything away
Not because I needed you to stay, and i
I couldnt face the fears I left far behind
I try to answer every question to why
Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
Maybe you couldnt see
All the pain inside of me
And now I feel like this was all for nothing
cause Im left with nothing, Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
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Unexpected Is The Satisfaction That Comes
Savor a limelight achieved,
When and if these rays upon your deeds...
Should happen.
Nothing accomplished before the eyes of others,
Stay in their minds as a memory...
Longer than it does in yours.
Be grateful your activities have been acknowledged.
And when the spotlight begins to dim on your efforts,
Be the first to encourage others...
To do what it is that is loved.
Unexpected is the satisfaction that comes,
When others begin to show their appreciation...
For what your devotion, loyalty and efforts have done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blade Is A Space
Between life and death
Awaits a blade
And a man awaits in decision
The midnight
The stars above
Awaits with a loud laughter
To cheer up the defeat...
Pranab k c
Edited on 01/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Lost Within Themselves
Lost within themselves.
Those living between one extreme,
To the other.
Those who feel to accomplish,
Means to be seen.
And partaking in everything...
That gives them a social status.
Shallow though the importance,
It still delivers in their minds...
Depth and meaning!
To be 'among'
Who themselves get nothing done!
Lost within themselves.
And that which is for them achieved,
Has to come to them as a compliment.
Since they believe they are the ones...
To bless others by what they do,
Without seeking approval or agreement...
Or from anyone consent.
These folks feel entitled.
Instead of receiving a spanking...
They had been lectured to about life!
They live their lives for attention only,
And weak they are to deliver deeds...
With content.
Lost within themselves!
And absent of a concrete identity that is shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Remedy
With the remedy in my hand
The redemy I thought would end all my misery
I took off the cap and started to down it
With the remedy in my throat
It tastes of vile poison
As I start to feel the remedy decay my veins
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach
The pain dulled and my body numb
I though the remedy worked until I saw her
She was terrified
Like she had seen a ghost
Thats when I knew no redemy could cure
This heartbreak except her unconditional love
(11-10-04)
poem by Brandi Young
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They Are Not of Peace
Those who believe,
They live to give others ultimatums...
Are in for a surprise.
They quicken their own demise.
Final propositions,
Given with strict conditions.
Do not sit well,
With those who are prepared...
To have those of diseased minds,
Have their lives turned into a living hell!
Games of war and battle tactics...
Are sadly outdated for those who bait them.
Irractic threats will only get...
No life left to play cowboys and indians!
Since these barbaric medieval actions...
Do not gain parades of victory.
Nor honor one expects with respect.
These actions bring regrettable...
And total massive death.
Those who believe,
They live to give others ultimatums...
Are in for a surprise.
They quicken their own demise.
And with the lack of consciousness,
These idiots were born with...
Should not come as a surprised,
As to who has initiated...
This doom before our eyes!
They are not of peace!
They are creatures who leech...
With deceit and venom!
And seeking to blast disaster to prove,
They can produce a bigger bam to boom!
Idiots who are misfits.
And delusioned they are rulers of all life!
Well...
What a difference an awakening makes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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