The Shedding Season
Most are scandal driven and bitter people.
Undermining behind the scenes.
And creating those scenerios...
To demean those unsuspecting.
Whenever they are around,
A wickedness begins.
They are the ones good at loathing.
They are the ones who pollute the air...
To ensure they are useen,
With a slithering they do that is low.
Eventually you will come to know them.
It is the shedding season for snakes.
They are all around...
Ready to inflict with their sweetened venom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Subtle These Scenes Are Not
I am not on the side of apartheid.
Or the camouflage of it as democracy.
Ethnic culture and intergrity...
Flourishes at their best,
When a respect is acknowledged.
And theft is not a means,
To acquire control to inflict and demean.
Subtle these scenes are not.
An enhancement that allows,
Ignorance to advance...
Creates a wealth of suffering,
That eventually gets out of hand.
With only a fool to question,
How any of this began.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes A Pauper Knows A Pauper
Yes a pauper knows a pauper.
And what they do.
Living on the city streets.
In snow or heat.
And when the rain pours down,
These people don't scatter to scoot.
With attitude.
Yes a pauper knows a pauper.
And what they do.
Living on the city streets.
In snow or heat.
Yet a hope most know,
For them...
Is leaning on,
Mean scenes.
In desperation.
Mean scenes...
To demean.
Yet a hope most know,
For them...
Is leaning on,
Mean scenes.
In desperation.
Mean scenes...
To demean.
And the streets they live on for them,
Will never be...
Good friends,
In the end!
Yes a pauper knows a pauper.
And what they do.
Living on the city streets.
In snow or heat.
And the streets they live on for them,
Will never be...
Good friends,
In the end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To combat the pollution
Corrupts pollute the politics.
Criminals pollute the societies..
Fanatics pollute the religions.
Infidelities pollute the family
People are out to combat
The environmental pollution.
13.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Snake Skin
I shed my past hurts away
Like a snake
Shedding its old skin
To relish the new shiny skin
I sloughed off some double-tongued associates
Those with slithering words of abuse
which slips in tongue without constraints
their venom more deadly than that of a poisonous snake
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Reality.
There are good people and bad people in this world.
People who create crimes and the people who stop crimes.
People who start fires and the people who put them out.
People who inflict injuries and people who fix them.
Villians who destroy the world and Superheroes who save the world.
It's scary to think life isn't like the movies.
Good doesn't always prevail at the time.
But, I believe that Good always prevails eventually.
The Winners Write History.
poem by Michaela Cooper
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Feeding On Evil
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Builds up feelings of being superior,
And strengthens mental securities...
Of those with low self esteem,
Who practice with weapons to destroy human beings.
Those with thoughts like this,
Are no different than a cancer allow to grow.
Even though the cures to relieve these agonies,
Have long been made available.
But fear has it advantages,
To benefit the ones unconscious.
It's in the advertising of good hype,
That keeps people supporting...
The creation of fears and misdeeds,
With beliefs those of deceit and greed...
Actually have sensibilities to heal wounds.
They wont since it's not to their best interest.
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Is,
For reasons to be left condoned...
To diminish all quality of life as shown.
And the ending of humanity if not stopped.
Even though,
The cures to relieve agonies that come...
With an intentional implementation of grief that is done,
Have long been made available to eliminate sorrows.
To ensure this existence of life,
Is enjoyed by everyone blessed to be gifted with it.
The markings left by the beast feeding on evil increased,
Will be decreased to cease and soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snakes In The Grass
Snakes in the grass
sliding and slithering
furtively so slow,
can attack so quickly
but at least you know.
The real snakes in the grass
sidling and creeping
slowly so you won't see,
approach from out of nowhere
lest they be
noticed at all.
They watch the fall
then slither away
and take it all,
your peace, your harmony,
your way of existing
as they are co-existing
right in your sight.
These are the snakes
that speak with forked tongue
to our innocent ones, oh so young.
They coerce them like the
serpent in Eden.
So our youth
can't ever stop the bleedin'.
For snakes in the grass
are leading the way
with everything false
into moral decay.
How do we stop these
snakes in the grass?
They've been around
since time's begun.
We must turn a deaf ear
to every last one.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Stop, Choosing to Demean
You've got your meaning,
And still you are choosing to demean...
My love?
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Baby!
I gotcha meaning that demeans,
What I say.
And why it is I feel this way.
You're choosing to demean,
How I pray.
For us...
With faith and love,
Everyday!
Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My strong beliefs.
Yo, Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My love for you so deep.
But, you choose to be so mean.
And baby...
Stop, choosing to demean.
Baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby,
You mated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Would Rather Have Others Decide
People who discredit others,
Or have values to demean with embellishment...
Aren't going to change their church affiliations overnight,
Just to have the opinions they have of themselves...
Raised to new heights.
That's just not something people who hide do.
They would rather have others decide,
How bright the glow of their light should be...
By undermining those they choose to deceive,
Staying right where they are with feelings insecure.
Declaring their judgemental ways as righteous.
And use the church as a testimonial,
To prove themselves victimized in prayers others overhear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Edgecrusher
Conceived in a hell beyond your depth of perception
Chaotic case of conquering domination
Psychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonment
A bludgeoning force thats undermining the government
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Break of the edgecrusher...
The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terrorist
From flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to exist
A rival of justice, extreme rush of hatred
Survival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Break of the edgecrusher...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Edge Crusher
Conceived in a hell beyond your depth of perception
Chaotic case of conquering domination
Psychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonment
A bludgeoning force that's undermining the government
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Inflict strain upon the structure
Collapsing below my pressure
Break of the Edgecrusher...
The purist
song performed by by Fear Factory from Obsolete
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Snakes
Listen to them hiss and rattle!
Snakes in fear...
A way of life comes to a close.
And from under rocks...
They've been shakened and shocked,
From their comfort zones.
Listen to them hiss and rattle!
Snakes awakened,
Feeling threatened...
But certainly not mistaken.
For a diminished way of life,
Too many for too long have condoned!
A venom inflicted,
Now comes to afflict them.
No longer can they sting and bite.
In sight they are now for everyone to see...
Just how desperate,
Snakes can be.
When they are revealed...
To be the reason behind the poisoning done.
And snakes they are!
Doing their best,
To keep themselves from getting stung!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Will Repeat, Again...Their Reminiscing
Soon one season ends,
As...
Another begins,
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
Soon one season ends,
As...
Another begins,
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
'It seems like yesterday,
We were strolling on the beach.'
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
'I remember those holidays,
When we all laughed, joked and played.'
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
'The first of the year is here.
Hope it's better than the other years.'
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
Soon one season ends,
As...
Another begins,
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
'It seems like yesterday,
We were strolling on the beach.'
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
And...
People will repeat,
Again...
Their reminiscing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things' to Rate That Relates
'Things' given symbolic status,
And valued higher with a standard...
Above that of a human being,
There is going to be a failure that unravels...
On these scenes that demean.
Finding justification,
To denounce one's way of life...
As another depicted as glorious,
Entertains a destruction without insight.
'Things' to rate that relates to material needs,
Blinds all who become focused...
On greed and the success of hypocrisy.
So blind they are they forget humanity.
And people easily duped in believing,
They can actually purchase integrity...
Find they become eventually used and abused,
By foolish yet followed mindless philosophies.
'Things' to rate that relates to material needs,
Blinds all who become focused...
On greed and the success of hypocrisy.
So blind they are they forget humanity.
Finding justification,
To denounce one's way of life...
As another depicted as glorious,
Entertains a destruction without insight.
'Things' given symbolic status,
And valued higher with a standard...
Above that of a human being,
There is going to be a failure that unravels...
On these scenes that demean.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Midwinter Spring
Cloudless sky big and blue,
pale yellow sun warms clear air.
Now comes a new day;
a new season begins,
where winter has been.
Where sorrow has been
a tiny huge shift toward healing,
toward hope.
A new season begins
where winter has been.
Fragile warmth touches chill soil,
tender shoots push toward the surface
seeking nourishing rays.
A new season begins
where winter has been.
A heart slowly opens in tentative inches,
pain still fresh and loud within;
blue sky reaches down.
A new season begins
where winter has been.
The chatter of baby birds
rises on fresh air,
touches the ear, turns the mind.
The heart hears a tiny huge voice consoling.
A new season begins
where winter has been.
(1/2009)
Flight of the Naked Hearts
Some had been on sleeves.
For years grieving
With emotions deep.
And taken for granted...
By those who believed them weak,
And soft of spine.
They loved too much...
And too much left behind.
To be found in concern...
For someone who had not learned,
To recognize
Sincere eyes that carried love!
The flight of the naked hearts...
Chose to depart
Instead of dipping into bitterness.
And broken hearts to mend...
To heal and break again!
With arguments to defend...
Why they love!
And love like theirs will never end!
The flight of the naked hearts...
Begins!
And very few...
Who practice spewing venom,
Will come to understand.
Until an unsuspecting fang...
Appears from the mouth of a friend claimed.
Who pierces them to expose
Blood that's sucked!
A loved one they gave up,
Would never have had those thoughts to allow!
Or inflict that kind of pain!
And no unconditional love left comes...
To heal the depth of the drip dropp blood letting,
Felt in this sorrow!
Is left to regain!
All tomorrows...
And the comfort known
From yesterday has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Mask Insecurities
The sickness of those sickened...
Is part of a culture raise to digest,
And respect wickedness.
It is reflected in a history,
Where enemies are created...
To mask insecurities.
And even though times ahead,
Are shedding causes for conflict.
There are those who oppose,
The opening of doors on their closed minds.
While there are many gathering,
Wishing to inflict...
Pain and suffering!
With more of it to impose and find.
As they take delight in the spread of their evilness.
And this demonicness,
Is worshipped as a purpose for their existence.
Expressing this illness is a right...
To fight for more darkness.
And smother with their druthers any sign of 'light'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creating Scenerios
Creating scenerios to later forget the dialogue,
Setting, date and what took place...
Does not sit well with one who pays attention.
And hears with a fluent active listening.
Nor are the others impressed who remember the sky,
As being clear.
Yet you have described a drought experienced,
As a skipping you did from one muddied puddle to the next.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concepts Of Totalitarianism
Quietly swept in unsuspecting steps,
Towards concepts of totalitarianism.
With an autocratic rule set.
Leaving all freedoms deluded and state control.
As mindsets are kept bigoted and racist,
To ensure the onset of divisions...
Patrolled by those uniformed in camouflage.
Quietly swept in unsuspecting steps,
But observed as this feeding is accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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