The Need
Why is it,
People are quicker to invite outsiders...
To destroy them.
Than they are to listen patiently,
To those who have their best interests...
With a protecting of their backs,
From being character assassinated.
What's up with that?
'The need.'
The need?
The need for what?
'The need to appear as ignorant as possible.
With a hope someone will find their stupidity attractive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
We must recognize that as the dominant power in the world we have a special responsibility. In addition to protecting our national interests, we must take the leadership in protecting the common interests of humanity.
quote by George Soros
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People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stupidity
Stupidity, woe's anodyne,
Be kind and comfort me in mine;
Smooth out the furrows of my brow,
Make me as carefree as a cow,
Content to sleep and eat and drink
And never think
Stupidity, let me be blind
To all the ills of humankind;
Fill me with simple sentiment
To walk the way my father went;
School me to sweat with robot folk
Beneath the yoke.
Stupidity, keep in their place
The moiling masses of my race,
And bid the lowly multitude
Be humble as a people should;
Learn us with patient hearts, I pray,
Lords to obey.
Stupidity and Ignorance,
Be you our buffers 'mid mischance;
Endoctrine us to do your will,
And other stupid people kill;
Fool us with hope of Life to be,
Great god to whom we bow the knee,
--STUPIDITY.
poem by Robert William Service
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Song (Is it dirty)
Is it dirty
does it look dirty
that's what you think of in the city
does it just seem dirty
that's what you think of in the city
you don't refuse to breathe do you
someone comes along with a very bad character
he seems attractive. is he really. yes. very
he's attractive as his character is bad. is it. yes
that's what you think of in the city
run your finger along your no-moss mind
that's not a thought that's soot
and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
poem by Frank O'Hara
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !
As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !
poem by Trade Martin
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around us….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !
We can’t escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and annoys us…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
Why so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! ! !
So tell me, The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
How long will it go on….? ? ?
The answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live…..,
As long as humankind will exist…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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The 'Backturners
Who are those people turning their backs,
When others walk pass them.
'The young people refer to them,
As the 'backturners'.
They are quick to do that to anyone they perceive,
Have ambitions to assist them...
With needs they may have in the community.'
That makes not a bit of sense.
They do it as if they wish to offend someone.
'They do.
It is done to ensure they are noticed.
And one is suppose to have their feelings hurt,
By their actions.
It's tradition.
And visitors around the world...
Come here just to see them turn their backs.'
I don't get it.
How is this act benefitting them?
'It doesn't.
But as a tourist event?
People come here to spend their money.
And not a dime does that go towards this community.
And...
The backturners complain about it.'
Yeah...
But,
Aren't they the ones who turn their backs?
'I live here.
I'm not trying to figure that out anymore.
And all of them I know personally.'
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
I said...
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Billy Joel's Innocent Man
(for a friend somewhere, i am dedicating this song)
Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie
I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above
Making up for the love
You've been denying you could ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith if I can
Some people see through the eyes of the old
Before they ever get a look at the young
I'm only willing to hear you cry
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
Some people say they will never believe
Another promise they hear in the dark
Because they only remember too well
They heard somebody tell them before
Some people sleep all alone every night
Instead of taking a lover to bed
Some people find that it's easier to hate
Than to wait anymore
I know you don't want to hear what I say
I know you're gonna keep turning away
But I've been there and if I can survive
I can keep you alive
I'm not above going through it again
I've not above being cool for a while
If you're cruel to me
I'll understand
Some people run from a possible fight
Some people figure they can never win
And although this is a fight I can lose
The accused is an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
An innocent man
You know you only hurt yourself out of spite
I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight
That's your decision
But I'm not below
Anybody I know
If there's a chance of resurrecting a love
I'm not above going back to the start
To find out where the heartache began
Some people hope for a miracle cure
Some people just accept the world as it is
But I'm not willing to lay down and die
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes
I am
An innocent man
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I find very attractive, what I find sexual, are people who are unapologetic for who they are and comfortable with themselves. And I think with those two things sexual energy does come out because you're not hovering or censoring yourself, you're just being who you are. And being who you are is a very attractive quality in a person.
quote by Katherine Moennig
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Dont Listen/ listen
Don't listen when they tell you that you can't be somebody well known someday
Don't listen
to the stupid remarks people say
Don't listen
when people spread rumors.
Listen
when people give you advise
Listen
when they try to bring you spirit high
Listen
because they always try to help you.
Don't listen
to the people who try to get you high
Don't listen
to the people who lie
Don't listen
to the people who tell you that your ugly.
Listen
to the people who make you smile
Listen
to the people and get to know them for a while
Listen
to the people for you may learn something everyday.
poem by Leticia Starkey
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A Lot Older and Less Naïve
1968 has much significance for me.
I was young, married and recently discharged,
From the military.
And living independently in Kansas City, Missouri...
I still was a bit innocent and naïve about life.
But even then I was adventurous,
And explored life excited.
With a delighted attitude easily ignited.
It is 2010 and fourty two years later.
And I am a lot older and less naïve.
Just as adventurous with a more suspicious nature.
Very few people I've come to trust.
And I find those ignorant the most dangerous.
People are quick to find excuses for themselves.
And even quicker to shift their insecurities,
On unsuspecting shoulders.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strength of interest
Listen for a fun;
Listen for news;
Listen for a reason;
Listen for a probe;
Listen to a scandal;
Listen to learn.
Listen to put it in use.
All evoke interest
And its intensity is
In ascending order.
But to get a listener
Surpasses all those interests.
15.04.2001, Vijayv
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stupidity Tries
Got a foot in the door
God knows what for
And itll cut me down to size
Stupidity tries
Everything here is free
Everything but you and me
This painting never dries
Stupidity tries
So then a shoulder
Raised a cheer
Coloring the sky with ash
Because they found some privateer
To sail across the sea of trash
The enemy is within
Dont confuse me with him
The truth is otherwise
Stupidity tries
And so I go from floor to floor
Looking for a port of call
Another drunk conquistador
Conquering the governors ball
I couldnt think of a thing
That I hope tomorrow brings
Oh what a surprise
Stupidity tries
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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My Interests Have Changed
All of this time,
You knew you had information...
That could have provided me with benefits.
And you never mention this once,
Knowing I would advantage from it.
Why?
'I tried with many attempts.
Remember when you told me,
My interests were not of your concern? '
But why didn't you insist,
I close my mouth and open my ears to listen?
'Remember when you told me,
My interests were not of your concern?
And when I insisted that you listen...
On me your back you turned.
And for weeks,
You refused to say a thing to me?
And the last time I saw you standing on the street,
You told me I aggravated you!
And loudly exclaimed I interferred with your view.'
But I had not known,
Your interests were to my benefit.
'Now you do but guess what? '
What?
'My interests have changed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looked upon and judged by its cover
I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
I have been that one discussed.
As if my feelings did not exist.
And I was a novelty someone made up.
I have been that book!
Criticized and disrespected.
Character assassinated and defamed.
And when it is discovered,
I am an actual human being...
With feelings to claim and sentiments remembered.
I get looks from my head to my feet.
As if it is totally disbelieved I can walk and talk,
Without the aid of batteries!
I have at times offended those who say I am acting.
Those who have no idea at all...
What that profession is or what it takes,
As to what makes me tick or who it is I am.
Since I am not what it is they have created.
And...
Most them have to be illiterate,
Or caring less that they're just ignorant.
Since I regard myself an easy read!
That's if 'whoever' it is,
Chooses to listen to me...
Instead of what someone else,
Has heard from gossip and whispered to you...
What is they've been led to believe.
And I am not one afraid to give 'image'.
I will give image in a minute if controversy is in it!
I was born into the process of creativity.
I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
But there is so much inside that drives and motivates.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Did Not Know!
If you sit and listen,
To those deranged.
You will leave them believing...
They are innocent of their misfit ways.
And they had nothing to do with,
A way of life that for all has decayed.
With halos adorning upon their heads.
And wings attached from their backs to spread.
If you sit and listen!
If you did not know!
If you thought of them victimized...
In a world they themselves did not bestow,
Their own love to feed and grow...
A decadence!
A decadence only they nurtured.
And allowed themselves to show!
If you sit and listen to them.
And...
If you did not know!
'What is that over there? '
~Oh...
Those are the two million people incarcerated.~
'How did that happen to them? '
~Who knows?
Perhaps that is what they chose.~
A government for the people,
And by the people!
Certain people...
That is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Listen Some People Don't
You judge me before my words can come out
You can’t even look my way
And you leave me with no doubt
You won’t listen to a word I say
And I will never be heard by you
No matter what it is that I do
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t
You shut me up before I can speak
You shut me up so you can keep me weak
Now I breaking all your rules
That you have made just for me
To keep me away from my history
From my strength and my dignity
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t
You don’t know how many times I have prayed
That you would hear the words that I have to say
Now get out of the way
Because we no longer have to stay in this prison of the mind
Because we find you guilty of the ultimate crime
Now get out of the way
So that they can hear what I have to say
And begin to make their plans for escape today
Even though you made me a thug,
It is out of love that I put my message out
Find your voice in school and follow the Golden Rule
And shout it out, with out a doubt
That you will be heard, until you are heard
Right down to the very last word
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Oralcide
Slander and defamation of character kills.
Quicker than the slow affect of applied poison.
Lies spoken from someone's lips,
With an intention to damage others...
For pay or something more ignorant.
Whispered into an attentive ear.
Hearing what one wishes to hear...
Unvalidated!
And is far more effective...
When there is a defective bond detected.
To get divisions started...
Between those that should be close.
To leave all infected.
And uselessly abused...
By an oralcide used and perfected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter How Outsiders May Look At It
I've done the best I could.
But no matter how outsiders may look at it,
To say what I did or did not do for anyone else.
There are some things I am still unable to do!
With an awakening done to realize,
What it is I 'can' prioritize.
I can not transfer over to another,
My motivation.
I can not transfer over to another,
My devotion and discipline.
I can not transfer over to another,
Reason and purpose with a drive to accomplish.
I can not transfer over to another,
An ability to wait patiently while sacrificing time.
I can not transfer over to another,
The pain that is felt when someone else...
Has time to criticize AND character assassinate,
My efforts and abilities I had volunteered in the past...
With a deception that is effortless.
And for them convenient to ensure its effectiveness.
To be able to survive,
Dancing through that kind of ammunition...
Is a miracle of God's I can not re-create.
And...
Do I seek to abandon my peace of mind,
I was blessed to find while recovering from exhaustion...
And diseases that came to feed on me as if I was a treat?
I'll give you a hint.
Get out of my face!
Go solicit your act of 'Together We Are Stronger If We Unify'...
Somewhere else.
I am 'still' a work -in-progress trying to associate forgiveness,
With a forgetting I can not seem to be able to eliminate.
But...
One never knows what the future holds!
Does one?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Like Talking To You
today i like talking to you
i feel that you are stupid
and i am at home with you.
hope you are not offended,
stupidity begets stupidity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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