The Calculating Steps of Beasts
The evolution process,
Rises up another notch!
And the secret building
Of detention camps...
Will not stop,
What God has chosen
To propose!
All concepts of life,
Implanted by man...
Comes to an end!
For a comprehension now unknown,
To begin!
And those who chose to follow truth,
Are slowly being introduced...
To a way of life,
Without threats of war!
Or have suffering inflicted by others ignored.
Or combat troops seduced to locate enemies.
To raise a fear we all see on TV!
Lies have been induced,
To produce a cause for 'peace'.
And no detention camps constructed...
Will ever disguise,
The calculating steps
Of demonic chest beating beasts...
Feeding on flesh as if invited to feast!
And those who followed them will soon recognize...
How this travesty has caused their demise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Fema Or Anathema?
Secret detention camps made public
Fed touts “It’s for their own good”
They ready for some gone anarchic
Prepare a bitter stew of wormwood
http: //www.prisonplanet.com/new-legislation-authorizes -fema-camps-in-us.html
Rayluc
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Encounter With a Higher Power
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
These beasts are beating
Peace into the ground...
No matter who confronts them with protest!
The few want to rule.
To enslave all of us in detention camps...
Like mindless fools now used as tools!
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
They are counting on the dollar...
To fall to have us caged in in squalor!
That's why the borders go unpatrolled.
To have million fighting,
To make excuses for control!
But that is not going to happen.
As their plans unfold!
An encounter with a higher power comes!
To leave them and their ambitions stunned!
Unknown by the many...
Although these events will be told!
Leaving them left behind...
To be squashed like insects,
In nests no one can fathom, comprehend or define!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
From Behind The Shadows Of Others
How do I recognize a demonic influence?
It demands to interfere with one's peace of mind...
With an annoyance kept.
Seeking to be understood.
And trying to convince that an interpretation of life,
From behind the shadows of others easily influenced...
Is the rule to be followed.
And seeks to whisper doubts and curious conflicts,
In one ear to confuse with fear and procrastination.
And insists it does...
With criticisms directed and made,
Towards others not tolerating this nonsense.
With a spreading of lies to isolate and defame.
Especially those...
On a path taken and chosen with experience to clear,
Familiarized debris...
That tries to prevent a consciousness,
Already introduced to truth!
And those demonically influenced,
Are deceivers of truth...
And anything remotely connected,
With an attached understanding of it.
One demonic wishes to stick,
With a sweetness that delays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
World Demise
I have found
You have found
Before you living groan
You got to pay
Live for life
Follow My steps
Exsitence to die...
Following in My steps
Do live out all My life
Do remain in constant fear
Going to sigh
And hasten to burn
Rock the one who finds
Paid to live...
With the light
...
Fall to two
Lies great demise
In silence
Counting graves lives foul
Go to die
Come to burn
World Demise
Go wilt die
The shocked earth groans
World Demise
song performed by by Obituary
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Love In Disguise
Sometimes things fall apart
That's god's love in disguise
And when i break your heart
That's my love in disguise
When you awake in pain
It should come as no surprise
I'm not sure i care
But it still must be there
My love in disguise
And all you want are sweet lies
I see my problem now
Her love was in disguise
Some fear that won't allow
Her love to shed this guise
Ian, don't be a fool
Look what she's done
She'll do it again
Pale, pure, and virgin things
So frail, it turns from my eyes
It hides while i become
So hurt my heart is numb
When love is in disguise
The best you have is sweet lies
Ian she'll be our downfall
Don't believe your eyes
Lies! and she'll leave you all alone
Possessiveness and jealousy
We recognize easily
That which we claim to prize
No one can recognize
The poor young sap is unaware of
Things that we are all aware of
The knife she hides behind her back
Misery! he gets his share of
The flowers must pollinate
The beasts are forced to mate
Woman and man decide
Yet we're not satisfied
God's love is in disguise
And all we want are sweet lies
Sweet lies
Long live the glorious revolution
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
No One Can Remember Specifics
No one can remember specifics,
As to what they've done...
To affect the life of someone else.
Even though what was done had been premeditated.
And this depends on what career field they have chosen.
However...
If anyone had looked at them,
With a raised eyebrow...
When they were just five years old,
That person can tell anyone...
What day it was, the time and date.
Weather conditions.
The model of the cars driving past on the street.
And the color of someone's eyes wearing sunglasses,
Two blocks away.
Although...
They can not recall beating someone to a pulp,
In high school.
Or being locked up in juvenile detention for the deed,
Six months before their high school graduation.
And that might have happened,
Just a few years prior to a decision that was made...
To embark on a political career.
Believing they could erase if they so chose to do it,
Any and all of their participation in wickedness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Plenty More
On the radio wave, they call call to the grave
Is wrapped up in glory to fool the brave
They tell a tall story of all those that gave
All that they had for the freedom they'd save
On the TV broadcast, they said it won't last
All over by Sunday, consigned to the past
The cleanup starts Monday despite the bomb blast
A brand new beginning the die has been cast
CHORUS
There's plenty more where that came from
Five megatons of oblivion
Sent with love from the Pentagon
On a laser guided Neutron Bomb
But a satellite link said it's worse than they think
They can't find the body, it's causing a stink
The guy in the Oval is back on the drink
And Uncle Sam's poodle's in need of a shrink
It's been a full year, the famillies can cheer
Their sons & their brothers are now in the clear
The war is over, but it would appear
That those left behind are all living in fear
CHORUS
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
How many innocent die every day
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
innocent die from the games that you play
Deceit & deception, there's always some deception
Like the unjust executions dat they forget to mention
You stop, stare & wonder but a you mek di blunder
Your enemies draw near wid di sound like rolling thunder
Torture & detention, there's always some detention
For the fall guy' the patsy, the one dem never mention
You play your war games & play with innocent life
You keep the dice rolling with elaborate lies
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
How many innocent die every day
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
innocent die from the games that you play
song performed by by Ub40
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Unfolding Process
Those actions will leave our lives better off?
Those actions...
Will leave,
Our lives...
Better off?
And you are serious when you believe that?
Do you hear the echo of that cough?
How about the thunderous winds,
That bring destruction with them?
Does anything about global warming make sense?
Has your awareness been completely absent?
Do you know there are more than two million inmates,
In prison cells?
Do you realize detention camps are being built
For hundreds of thousands...
Perhaps millions of humans to dwell?
And you believe warring factions overseas...
Will leave our lives better off?
Perhaps you are right!
Because you have proven your mind has not been 'on'!
And living lives better 'off'
Did not have to take conflicts to do it!
So many have been living lives better 'off' for decades.
They are not going to be the problem!
It will be those turning 'on' to what is happening,
That will create the greatest civil disturbance...
And that seems to be planned,
As a slow unfolding process!
'Where are you getting this from? '
I am My Father's son!
Whenever My Father's gaze is fixed upon something,
You know I'm going to look in that direction?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Behind Those Denials Kept
The more we try to hide behind those denials kept,
The louder out tears are heard...
With a shaking of cold sweats as truth,
Increases to get bigger.
From morning until noon to see the Sun set.
Internally we 'may' regret the taking of false steps.
In belief a truth we keep concealed,
Poses upon our pretentions...
Not a single threat.
And we continue to produce attempts,
To live our lives on lies and alibis.
Increasing the feeding to feast on misdeeds to manifest,
As if this 'festival' has a purpose to manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suffering From The Exhaustion
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Is not the fault of those...
Who have been hired to service,
Their needing to feast.
Or those who came to warn,
Of leaner days ahead.
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Has been self inflicted.
With a sweetened ignorance,
All fed upon to do to choose...
A doing exactly what they pleased.
No matter who was stepped on or over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Effects Of A Secret Leaks
The effects of a secret leaks.
And those trusted with it,
Claim to now feel threatened?
By what?
Their guilt?
If a secret leaks to achieve the expected...
Why would those unknown,
To have kept the secret...
Between themselves,
Feel 'now' their identities will be exposed?
To who, what or whom?
If a mission successfully has been accomplished...
Only those chosen,
Should be invited to celebrate the outcome.
Unless some are feeling slighted,
Because they weren't invited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Murder In Her Eyes
Some say she's bitter,
some say she's sweet.
They know her by her shimmer,
Oh how sometimes her crime can be so neat.
She makes her enemies real slick,
she makes her friends so easily.
Although her enemies slaughter is real quick,
but she's a generous person, really.
The murder in her eyes
reveals her disguise,
The taste of her enemies blood,
she cannot recognize.
She seeks for revenge
For only those who caused her agony and avenge.
The murder shows who she truly is.
The sweet girl with a bloody blade in her hand.
Her enemies dead body laying on the floor
as she laughs and hounds as her enemies body rots to the core.
The murder in her eyes is severe...
Something that nobody dares to conquer
They laughed at her in the past,
She knew their life's wouldn't last.
The murder in her eyes hides the tides of her personality
for her enemy's, she loves to rec their reality.
No one ever thought she could do that.
Until they saw her true disguise which showed the murder...
Murder in her eyes.
poem by Katellyne Baker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Many Feel Threatened When Approached
I've learned many things about the thinking process.
Many feel threatened when approached by someone doing it.
And some are literally stunned to witness it done.
AND...
If one should speak clearly,
With a thinking process going on at the same time...
They become suspect for being up to something,
That may be evil and demonic.
Giving reason why some people have chosen,
To stay as ignorant as possible!
And fear those expressing an intelligence.
'Watch out for him.
He is not like us.'
~I wonder what his secret is?
I'm trying not to be like ya'll myself.
Ya'll too hung up in trivia and feet shufflin'...
With lips poked out, cussin' and baby talk.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Urgency to be Purged
The shadows chase and frighten.
No one escapes at all.
Some run until the sunset comes...
To find them peeking as they crawl.
When the sun rises eyes regret,
And their steps take a quicken pace.
Everyone fears the challenges near,
With attempts they hope to quickly out pace.
Secretly they grieve in pleading to escape.
With wishes to exchange...
The race they hate faking,
By replacing theirs with another's face.
But this process will achieve no happiness to relieve,
Since those who follow them to places where they hide...
Show signs they can be sniffed and identified,
With lies that are traced on paths that disgraced!
And immoral are they who use faith to betray...
For purposes to victimize believers of truth,
To mask their own demonic ways.
With an urgency to be purged,
Using symbols that fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Chosen Sensations Wished
It is a relief,
To be cut free from accusations.
Or to feel the one despised,
By those unaccustomed to truth.
And leaving that blindside ignored,
To produce preferred fantasies.
It is much easier to observe,
Those who now recognize their own delusions.
With the realization any victimization,
Had been tunneled visioned.
And numbed by chosen sensations wished,
In comforting self inflicted temptations desired.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Next Poem In The Prison
The seed of war grows well,
On the farm of hatred;
I abhor wars,
Though my victory be certain;
I abhor enforced exodus,
And the camps too,
The camps peep out of my eyes,
I am in search of
Absolute peace and liberty,
My search winks at me.
I am with peace,
And my fate is isolation,
I shall write,
The next poem in the prison.
(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hopefully
When I wrote this...
You weren't ready.
You were still waiting for rainbows,
And clouds with silver lining.
You were defining life,
As I lived it with curiousity!
As I chose adventure...
Over nursury rhymes.
When I wrote this,
I knew better then
What came to me fresh
Was not someone else's collected wishes.
These gifts were mine,
And I wanted to share!
But you were hoping,
Glittering gold dust from the skies
Would pour upon you in buckets.
And wealthy you would live,
In the world to hide.
When I wrote this...then!
I knew when found,
There will be something you will come to confide.
You will awaken to realize fantasy,
As entertainment choking you with lies.
And when I wrote this,
That was true then.
And when you find this to read...
Hopefully your wounds are healing!
Hopefully some reality has been introduced!
Hopefully truth is being induced and not reduced,
By your camouflaging campaigns.
To show how well you can remain disguised!
Why?
When all that you are has been exposed!
And hopefully you will awaken,
With a wish to enhance the life you chose.
Hopefully!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Speed of a Crisis
Repeated and historic has been...
The finger pointing done to accuse another one,
For a self inflicted suffering...
That comes to them without end.
Insecurities unconfessed,
Now has them forced to address...
An idealistic way of life,
That sets the spotlight upon
Such a disturbing mess.
Yes!
Truth like this is difficult to erase.
When greed has been one's feeding.
And greasy fat hands appear...
With mud smeared on one's deceiving face.
Of course the blame for this will be placed on someone else.
That's the way these steps of greatness have been achieved.
Leaving victims dishonored and disenfranchised as they bleed.
And the speeding of a crisis begins to leap over false devices.
As those try to hide their absolute disgrace...
Realizing the basis of their taste,
Began with the seeding of petty issues...
And spiced with the baiting of race.
Now an incompetence has stirred the heating of disaster!
With a churning of internal division...
That can not be stopped.
Even as their demise is taking place!
With a trashing done that they have mastered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!