The Loss Of One's Integrity
They are calling their deliberate, derogatory antics,
Meltdowns.
I refer to them,
As exposed realities of repackaged nuts!
What comes through one's lips,
Often flows from a premeditated mind...
From where disgusting outlooks sit!
No matter how impressive,
One's appearance gets!
They are calling their deliberate, derogatory antics,
Meltdowns.
I refer to them,
As exposed realities of repackaged nuts!
Speaking with a 'learned' intelligence,
Does not make one identified with common sense.
The evidence is there.
Whether videotaped...
Or later excused in one's defense.
On or off televised 'air'!
Ignorance unleashed,
Even crosses picket fences...
Where lawns are manicured.
And the loss of one's integrity,
Can be extremely expensive for one senseless and dense.
Showing one who may have wealth...
To have concern for nothing else but self!
Several down!
Many more to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Seems Deliberate To Soften The Blows
It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When facts are revealed and the truth is exposed.
And the advocating of attacks on those picked,
Have been publicly admitted...
To have those accusing to be in the midst of it.
It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When opposition discover themselves as foes...
And not the ones they have depicted to be,
Of criminal intent...
As they wish others to believe and perceive.
It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When it has been revealed and the public knows...
Who has been incompetent!
With a sleazing of an integrity,
Undercover but eventually discovered.
To then have themselves excused...
With a forgiveness wished to be given.
And alibis used.
As a defense mechanism,
To make senseless their attacks...
They were prepared to abuse others without the facts
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to Hell?
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kiss the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
And I'll never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
Didn't call
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
As she calls
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Wake Up Call
Wake up call?
What wake up call,
Is going to cause someone to perform...
Premeditated cowardly acts?
What wake up call,
Is going to snap the mind of someone,
Prepared to attack with a striking back!
Derogatory name calling to shame another,
Is kid's play.
A childish display of one's desire to have things,
Done their way...
To produce attention without seeking comprehension.
With an excuse to use...
Is a refusal of common sense.
With a follow through one chooses,
To retaliate like most fools do.
Wake up call?
What wake up call,
Is going to cause someone to perform...
Premeditated cowardly acts?
Like a thumb sucking child,
Growing up to fantasize delusions as facts.
And a mind like that...
Has been conditioned to react.
That's all!
With a wish to prove an undoing of rules.
No matter what one believes is cruel...
And unusual punishment suffered!
Instead of moving to a better situation.
And let thought and time,
Find less explosive solutions.
However...
Conditions as they are,
One can be pushed too far.
And conversations are barred...
For that one who has developed a taste,
To destruct and destroy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to hell
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kissed the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
And Ill never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
And she calls
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Out Of Chicken Nuggets
I could not make this up,
But...
I saw a woman going nuts,
Because her favorite restaurant...
Ran out of chicken nuggets.
She went ballistic when she learned this.
And was televised throwing a fit.
She broke the glass at a drive up window.
And punched the clerk because of it.
Some folks just can not handle stress.
And many aren't accustomed,
To being told 'no' and not yes!
And some today are clearly needing mental rest.
Yet...
There ARE some things people should not address.
And this is an example,
Of what one should not have done...
So publicly to get off her chest!
I could not make this up,
But...
I saw a woman going nuts,
Because her favorite restaurant...
Ran out of chicken nuggets.
'They ran out of nuggets!
And she found a reason to lose her mind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chose sweet fruits
Is he black in colour?
You can refer to him as a Koel,
not as a crow.
Is she fat in her contour?
You can refer to her as a bear,
not as a pig.
Is one dull in behaviour?
You can refer to one as a cow,
not as an ass.
The sadist only does otherwise.
20.05.2001 Pindi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dead Souls
Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true reality
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
When figures from the past stand tall
And mocking voices ring the hall
Imperialistic house of prayer
Conquistadores who took their share
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
Written by: joy division
Performed by: trent reznor
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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What Else Do You Offer?
And?
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your intstrument.
But that will not happen.
Today you speak of encouraging,
And establishing relationships.
But everything you've done,
Has been the opposite of it!
I came to you wishing to do the same thing.
But you assessed me then as having...
Nothing to the table to bring.
To heighten your visuals.
But not only can I build tables.
I also can cook and clean.
I know how to use a mop and sweep.
Taking out the trash and washing dishes...
Are extremely important to me.
I can wear a suit and tie.
And give an image that is impressive.
But I prefer to keep it basic.
Since I don't masquerade or charade,
For the attention that it brings.
That kind of life I do not satiate.
And you?
Are much too pretentious.
And?
Well...
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your instrument.
Now that you know this...
This 'intelligence' that drops your lips.
You are funny!
What else do you offer?
Since what you propose,
Would never satisfy...
An integrity I pride!
Hurry up,
Make it quick.
I have a walk to take.
And Mother Nature to visit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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“reality”
Subjective mind creates its reality
Along with a substratum of duality
Mixed with a smidgen of credulity
Yet 'neath a soul sees only totality
ROTMS
‘As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality ’
Einstein,1922
“Truth is merely a refinement of ignorance”
Nietzsche
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Reluctance To Comprehend Basic Concepts
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
Anyone focused on speaking above one's head,
Has already shown a reluctance to comprehend...
Basic concepts.
And that is revealed the moment their mouths open,
With the first word spoken to impress.
And the words that follow next,
Are remarkably more hollow.
With nothing to digest from the emptiness.
And disconnected is the mind from the lips.
As observed by anyone's eyes consciously witnessing this.
To express ignorance these days,
Is not suggested...
For someone equipped with common sense,
And accessible intelligence.
The kind expressed and understood.
But then again...
To do this and not offend.
And be able to fit in without attracting attention,
Is a gift that comes with unlimited potential!
And one that is given with blessings,
That amazingly goes unnoticed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prerequisite Lessons
repackaged eagerly sought out still
similar determined tutor stereotypes now
revamped eagerly ad lip answering
a higher more prestigious new calling
high-status impressive undergrads
esteemed exalted young minds
keen eager minds grade willing
seek out privileged private lessons
to learn scan forth search tutor out
price paid is bartered ephemeral time paid
traditional lessons prerequisite lessons
examinations chit bargaining entry point
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Friend, My Friend
Who will forgive me for the things I do?
With no special legend of God to refer to,
With my calm white pedigree, my yankee kin,
I think it would be better to be a Jew.
I forgive you for what you did not do.
I am impossibly quilty. Unlike you,
My Friend, I can not blame my origin
With no special legend or God to refer to.
They wear The Crucifix as they are meant to do.
Why do their little crosses trouble you?
The effigies that I have made are genuine,
(I think it would be better to be a Jew).
Watching my mother slowly die I knew
My first release. I wish some ancient bugaboo
Followed me. But my sin is always my sin.
With no special legend or God to refer to.
Who will forgive me for the things I do?
To have your reasonable hurt to belong to
Might ease my trouble like liquor or aspirin.
I think it would be better to be a Jew.
And if I lie, I lie because I love you,
Because I am bothered by the things I do,
Because your hurt invades my calm white skin:
With no special legend or God to refer to,
I think it would be better to be a Jew.
poem by Anne Sexton
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The Calling
God has a divine purpose for you
He has an assignment designed just for you
It is not hard to figure it out
All you have to do
Is think of what you enjoy doing
That brings joy to another
Always remember God
Will not have you do
Something where His praises are not due
This is the truth
All you have to do
Is refer to Psalms 148 149 150
To name a few
Which ever one you chose
Take your pick
God has a calling for you
Will you accept it
What will you do
When God beings you home
And He asks you
Why didn't you use
The gift the was for you
What will be your excuse
You have a calling
The time is now
People are counting on you
You know the ones'
Who's lives you are meant to touch
Do you hear that sound
It your assignment ringing
Answer it it's your calling
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Integrity and Backbone
Priorities invested in the physical attributes of things,
And those who place their long lasting impressions...
Upon material appearances supporting their self importance,
Belong to the ones doing the best they can...
To pool their pretensions...
Into locales where deceptions are still praised for what they are.
Since truth alone is on a mission!
And has come to devastate and devalue,
Their mental securities...
Based purely on materialism.
And these folks know how fake their realities have been.
It has become too obvious...
That the absence of integrity and backbone,
Has not been added to the foundation of their achievements!
Nor recognized as something to accomplish.
And with masquerade they continue their run!
But to where?
Too many have become aware of their failed antics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Generational And Unending
Many are finding their battle against ignorance,
To be generational and unending.
And the biggest enemy humanity has.
A defense to keep ignorance alive and kicking,
Has its evidence in the empty minds,
Threatened by the slightest signs of intelligence.
And anyone suspected of having intelligence,
Is immediately questioned...
As to where they contacted this disease.
With a seeking of a cure,
To end its effectiveness.
In the hopes of keeping ignorance forever accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Routine Chatter
Anyone can probe and find 'something',
To disparage one's credibility.
And if what has been 'created'
Is labelled disgusting...
By those doing this in exposed daylight,
AND self righteous?
Well,
Doesn't that put one's influence on the line?
As if an intention was there to undermine.
Being proactive with intervention,
Can prevent one's good intentions.
And having the audacity to be able to 'think',
On top of it...
Poses a major threat to those,
Who have come to enjoy...
The ease of instigating 'implied' suppression.
And today that doesn't have to be seen,
As much as understood who gets and receives...
Which kind of punishment to implement.
With a blaming of the ones deemed obvious,
For this cause...
More worshipped than scrutinized.
They today experience no integrity loss.
The affects of ignorance have been inbred now.
And those experiencing urban blight,
Delight in doing that to themselves.
Anything else proclaimed,
Is just routine chatter.
Only to matter when a call for unity is the theme.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Like A Tree
Music :rudolf schenker, peter wolf
Lyrics:klaus meine
Come with me come with me now
Inside the garden
Inside the garden of god
Smell the sand its running through your hands
Its where were from
And where well go in the end
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Sit in the shadow just smell the grass
Where the past is buried
Where the future grows so fast
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
You touch me so
You touch me so deep
I only wish my eyes could see
The way you feel for me
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Take my hand
Make me see
song performed by by Scorpions
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In The Darkness
Your nakedness is now exposed to us,
Because of what you did last night;
But it is very common around us and,
It is seen everywhere!
And your desire is like the mind of the masses,
But the wind came in and in the darkness you were exposed!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Extremely Rude
I have nothing against those mentally challenged.
I experience being challenged mentally on a daily basis,
Myself.
And accepting invitations to participate,
Is not on my top ten wish list.
Although,
It seems I am solicited regardless of my wishes.
And my only defense I use is to offend...
Someone who perceives,
My defense mechanisms beg for their ignorance.
With a showing of my disrespect they ask from me,
And I am made to feel obliged to deliver...
What they request from me and they get.
Since to ignore them,
Feeds the giving of their agitation.
'You are extremely rude.'
I find that to be a coincidence.
Since my rudeness would have never been shown,
If you had not insisted upon its appearance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three Island Songs
AFTER the wind in the wood,
Peace, and the night.
After the bond and the brood,
Flight.
After the height and the hush
Where the wild hawk swings,
Heart of the earth-loving thrush
Shaken with wings.
After the bloom and the leaf
Rain on the nest.
After the splendour and grief,
Rest.
After the hills and the far
Glories and gleams,
Cloud, and the dawn of a star,
And dreams.
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O, THE gray rocks of the islands and the hemlock green above them,
The foam beneath the wild rose bloom, the star above the shoal.
When I am old and weary I'll wake my heart to love them,
For the blue ways of the islands are wound about my soul.
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Here in the early even when the young gray dew is falling,
And the king-heron seeks his mate beyond the loneliest wild,
Still your heart in the twilight, and you'll hear the river calling
Through all her outmost islands to seek her lastborn child.
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I SAT among the green leaves, and heard the nuts falling,
The broad red butterflies were gold against the sun,
But in between the silence and the sweet birds calling
The nuts fell one by one.
Why should they fall and the year but half over ?
Why should sorrow seek me and I so young and kind ?
The leaf is on the bough and the dew is on the clover,
But the green nuts are falling in the wind.
O, I gave my lips away and all my soul behind them.
Why should trouble follow and the quick tears start ?
The little birds may love and fly with only God to mind them,
But the green nuts are falling on my heart.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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