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Are sadly outdated for those who bait them.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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Ultimatums
Many of you have pushed me to the edge.
And I have no other recourse but to issue 'ultimatums'.
Here...
These are your ultimatums.
'This is not acceptable.
First of all...
This is printed in 10-point Ariel.
And any ultimatums you issue to us,
Has to be in the agreed upon 12-point Veranda.
The heading 'Ultimatums' is off center.
And the margins are not defined.
The highlights are missing.
Plus not one 'bullet' appears for emphasis.
How can we possibly take this seriously,
When your approach is not professional at all.
And upon review,
It is clear you did not use a 14-point italic type.
In the preferred Times New Roman.'
First of all...
Let me make this clear.
This is a draft!
The 'final' Ultimatums
Will include your recommendations!
And I expect them to be adherred!
Is that understood?
'Yeah! '
Don't you 'yeah' me boy!
'Yes, Coach Warren.'
Now you boys get back on that field!
And produce for this team,
A winner!
Play like you've got some guts!
You're getting paid enough money,
To do it!
This is 'football'.
Now...
Go out there and play.
These fans are paying too much money as it is!
And Jackson?
Don't park your Mercedes in my spot again!
I'll have to fine you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Want to Dominate
So fractured are they.
So split and divided within their walls.
No depiction seems as fitting,
As crazed does for them.
With labels like conservative,
And liberalism doing them in.
Dissecting the rights to live life,
With a wholesome completeness...
They will never in their minds find.
Conflicts sit within them.
And that is expressed...
Time after time.
They wish to comform,
To that which has been driven out of control.
They wish to bring back,
Barbaric times of old.
And they are thisclose to destroying humanity.
Peace for them goes unrecognized.
It doesn't within them,
Live to free!
They will not be happy...
Until life itself ceases to be.
They want to dominate,
Their own demise!
Reigning to rule and conquer...
Until visions of them have left,
All who observe with conscious eyes.
A fatality that will not shock,
Stun or surprise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
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The World Is Full Of Idiots
the world is full of idiots: the dumbest you can find
the world is full of idiots: who never use their minds
the world is full of idiots: they drool upon themselves
the world is full of idiots: bodies gathering dust like unread books upon the shelves
the world is full of idiots: just like you and me
the world is full of idiots, as dumb as they can be!
the world is full of idiots: rageing war for fossil fuels
the world is full of idiots: when it is taught those who think: are just fools...
Taught By Your Actions, Oops I Forgot Your Words..
I wish I knew where to start, I really wish I had the words to say.
But my mouth is dry hence my lips stay sealed as I stand in awe of the things you do.
Actually it's the things you say but never do that hurt me the most.
You lifted me from the ground where I lay in peace just to let me fall and shatter to pieces.
You set me on a pinnacle of promises and there I was standing on false hopes.
Little did I know your actions preyed on me, waiting to push me off and watch as I fall to my demise?
The worst part about is how you taught me to live life but you can't even live up to that same lie.
You were my role model so I took the remote and tuned in to your channel
It looked so smooth but you told me never ever to even try touching it.
You did it so well but told me not to try learning it.
Sadly with every huffing word you puffed it in my face
Dad how could you tell me not to smoke when you made me taste it?
How can I stop craving this treat you showed me because I you it got me enticed.
So since passive isn't enough let me step into your shoes and be active enough because just like you is what I'm supposed be.
I came to you because you were my role model; I sit with you so show me how it's done
How could you tell me how to live life when you can't even live up to that same lie?
I thought you taught me how to love because you told me you loved me.
I knew I had found my teacher so I laced up my shoes and watched your footsteps.
So with every move I followed your footsteps and this shouldn't surprise you.
Ohh wow, so much for surprises because you are the one who surprised me.
I hit the door but you hit the door before me only difference is that I forgot my bags, ohh wait you never reminded me to pack.
Mommy where are you going, why employ the door when it's love you should deploy..? (Sigh, tears)
Oh well, I might as well snap out of memory lane because these divorce papers won't to sign themselves
I look at my wife as she wipes away her tears but as for this marriage I can't take it anymore.
Momma you told me that love never gives, too bad you never heard your echoes because your actions taught me twisted versions of those volumes.
Wherever you are I hope you can hear me because how could you teach me to live life when you couldn't live that lie?
I said amen the day you spoke about it, the whole church loved it the day you preached it
Even the guy who sat next to me adored you every Sunday because of how you said it and before I go on let me introduce him to you dad, he's going to be the father of this baby I carry.
I always thought life was picture perfect but those were lies that made me feel like it was worth it
You preached against murder but in my ear you whispered abortion.
You shout out repentance but in your house you withhold forgiveness.
Two-face was a villain but you are worse than the demon that haunts me, wait you are that demon.
You teach how to live life but you have made it a lie because you yourself couldn't live that lie
I'm in pain because it's so loud inside my head with words I never said,
Best part about it is that I don't regret my silence.
I'm not going to be like you and act like a noisy monster
I'm not going to be like you so I'll hold my words
I'll speak not the volumes I can't live out
I'll lead my kids by example, hug my wife and tear the divorce papers, give birth to my baby and marry the father,
If actions speak louder than words, let my actions speaker your language twice as fluent.
I'm done talking let's start acting
poem by Sir T.A.E.P.S
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Friends Do Not Accept A Disrespecting
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And...
Should refer to themselves as something else.
Like pests who dissect with an inspection,
That is regrettable when actions become suspect.
And not call themselves friends.
To eventually become upset.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
Maybe the thrill of those who love to death get,
Is a neglecting to respect a friendship that is deceived.
Especially when one does to another,
As if the doing of a backstabbing is something one does,
To please.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
That's a bunch of B.S.
Not actions between friends doing that at their best.
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And should not regard themselves as such,
With a consciousness that goes untouched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The voice of the Poor
when everything looses its taste and vengeance cloth the
agony of the heart, the gnashing of teeth birth the beginning
of hatred, and the sting of death lives with thy soul, through
out generation to come
every faith challenge the discernment of the heart, living behind
the tears of the innocent, that calls the coolness of a stumble
heart, sprouted like an incense fume, chanting the bravery of
fear
as the eyes sees the suffering of the soul, the venue settled
down an avenue of loosing one's life, an experience of thy heart
that lives beyond man's personal conviction to die, even death
is not an option just to rise an honor to what faith calls
as the ladder of pain hurts the shadow of death, the will to live
is beyond compare, to shed blood, is what it is call, living
through dying is the only wisdom to live in harmony to every
man's faith
life is a call, to gain the fame of living is to give what is best in
life, it is in a small thing you give that, life brings us to see
and find the meaning of what is life...... a call to live
poem by Antonio Liao
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Nowhere On This Planet
When they discover that their wars,
Bring nothing but dead ends to them...
They may find a life to salvage.
Perhaps one that has not been ravaged...
By a quest to exert a barbaricness.
To prove themselves destructive beasts.
When they discover that their wars,
Bring nothing but dead ends to them...
An existence in peace,
Will not bring a comforting...
To a corrupt and diseased mentality!
They live only to reveal themselves,
As the initiators of their own sorrows.
Living on borrowed time.
And bad decisions that mask insecurities.
And nowhere on this planet,
Is there a place that erases minds filled with guilt!
Or a battle that comes to defeat,
A loss of consciousness.
Can you...
Spell,
BETRAYED? TREASON?
How deep is this self inflicted sickness?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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The Guna Show
So much has travelled from the East to West
that it’s surprising that those three great forces
which the Indians knew so well, are not
in Western consciousness; they tell so much;
and seen for what they are, we are prepared
for their perpetual play – their ceaseless game
which plays a merry hell, a merry heaven
with all of nature and our mortal lives..
They’re known as ‘sattva’ – all that shines, enlightens
and uplifts; ‘rajas’ – that’s all energy,
that gets things going, keeps things on the move;
and ‘tamas’ – that’s inertia’s purest form…
these three are said to be divine, in that
they’re pure of nature – as when joy bursts out,
and feet join in the dance – then rest, and sleep;
while tamas the divine mysteriously
renews us from within to face new day..
yet, if we live a life where these great three
are out of harmony, then demons lurk –
false dreams seduce; or curséd restlessness;
or sloth brings ruin and darkness in its wake.
These mighty three respected, life is easier;
and like some party game, they bring surprise;
they keep us on our toes; yet serve, mysterious,
some greater purpose beyond mortal eyes;
when huge suns burst, stars cool, and life arrives,
they play their part; rule, here and now, our lives.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Valley Forge
Close your eyes and imagine
the soldier at Valley Forge
The suffering that he endured was real
starvation, total war.
Yet in has eyes the iron will to win
and for the cause, he won't relent
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
Standing barefoot, frozen bloody hands
his musket clutched, an iron grip
and for the cause, he has but one regret,
he's only got one life to give
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
It's time for us, to open up our eyes,
and cherish the lives we all can have
and to the ones who kept our freedom free
words can't express all that you've done
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Which Games Are Still Appropriate
Dodge ball,
And games of tag and hide-and-seek...
Have left populations of adults,
Stunted!
Behind masks of dysfunctions.
Sharing childish lies.
And crying foul as social misfits!
They have traded their lives,
For a wealth of understanding missed!
Their minds still see themselves as children!
And 'their' children have lost total respect for them!
Needless to say...
Generations have no idea,
Which games are still appropriate...
And valid to play!
Even those viewing from the sidelines quarrel.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heaven 'N Hell
I want to make myself complete
I want to hold it in my arms
I want this blow to scar your eyes
I want this pain to go away
I wish there was a heaven
Born to live, live to die
Yeah, we're livin'
Give to try, try to give
Like this is heaven...and hell
You want to write my name in blood
You want to carve it in my arm
You want to make yourself a dream
You want this world under your thumb
You want to make me shout and scream
We know there ain't no heaven
Born to live, live to die
Yeah, we're livin'
Give to try, try to give
Like this is heaven
Born to live, live to die
Yeah, we're livin'
Give to try, try to give
Like this is heaven...and hell
(ad lib)
And we all know it well...
Born to live, live to die
Yeah, we're livin'
Give to try, try to give
Like this is heaven
Born to live, live to die
Yeah, we're livin'
Give to try, try to give
Like this is heaven...and hell
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Mix of Tricks
Suddenly it's redundance,
Relied upon to inspire.
A reminder of threats regrettable...
Left to anger in bitterness acquired.
One wishes to leave it behind.
Another wishes to leave it alone!
But the redundance comes...
As if to be enjoyed on a carousel,
As if it must be cemented and condoned!
Fears created and replayed to convince,
Every step taken has to be escorted...
With some kind of defense.
And those in control prove daily they have none,
While they insist terrorists will attack everyone!
These games were stunning when they started...
But proving nothing when they are done!
Suddenly it's redundance,
Relied upon to inspire.
A reminder of threats regrettable...
Left to anger in bitterness acquired.
And those who initiated this mix of tricks...
Each and everyone should be exposed and fired!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last Breath
One second left to live:
Who are you prepared to forgive?
Maybe the one that betrayed your trust;
Maybe the ones that plotted your demise.
One second left to live:
How many widows can I feed?
How many children can I cuddle?
One second left to live:
How many souls can I tell about Him?
To whom can I show mercy?
One second left to live...Jesus!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Boom Boom
Boom boom boom boom
Is the sound your heart makes
When your relaxed, calm and at ease
Boom boom boom boom
Is the sound of your life beating away
Boom boom boom boom
Is the thing we hold close
because without it we are heartless
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When your speeding, playing, or fighting
It's the sound of your heart
When you pop the question to your one and only love
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When your looking into someone's dying eyes
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When you're facing death yourself
How is it that the same feeling of adrenaline and happiness
Makes your heart beat the same way when you are scared and afraid
How is it possible for something that we are unable to live without cause us both sadness and happiness
People say that the brain is the strongest muscle in your body
Because without it we will not be able to live a normal life
But I don't believe so because if your heart is able to withstand all those emotions I think that the heart would be considered the strongest muscle in your body
Because without a heart you (find something)
Because no matter what happens it just keeps on Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
poem by Ahmed Elbadri
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Every Now & Then
He says everybody's crazy
No one knows how to live
He takes another drink of whiskey and says
No one knows how to give
He says everybody's lonely
And they love to talk about it
They say if i could have you only
You know i'd never doubt it
I'd never doubt it
Every now and then you were in love with me
Every now and then you came to find me
Every now and then you'd be in love with me
Surprise, surprise it's me again
It's every now and then
My boyfriend's on the fringe
He says that i'm naive
He says this world makes him cringe
Sometimes he'd rather leave
My boyfriend's on the blink
He says he can't pretend
He's had too much to drink
And it's coming to the end
It's coming to the end
Every now and then you were in love with me
Every now and then you came to find me
Every now and then you'd be in love with me
Surprise, surprise it's me again
It's every now and then
Every now and then you'd be in love with me
Surprise, surprise look in my eyes
It's every now and then
Every now and then you'd get down on your knees
And cry to me, 'cause once again
It's every now and then
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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The Shadowed Life
Winter nights & summer days
A frozen meadow with shallow graves
I sit and grieve on this leather weave
For the great love that once was
We rise and fall like the path of the sun
Six feet up to six feet down
We observe our demise with great surprise
Gone when the sun’s in the west
If we accept death as a better place
And pleasantly live our lives
If in death we move closer to the light
Then why is death a world of shadow
Whether were in a concrete jungle
Or a tree-top city
Life always has an end
And death has no pity
So as I sit and grieve on this leather weave
For all of those who have passed
In a blink I begin to think
That life goes by so fast.
poem by Logan Fulk
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NO CHANGES ALLOWED June 9th,2011
We have this unfortunate premise that we got everything right,
With our appointed judges and senators given the green light,
With a constitution that’s too difficult to alter or change,
And then it gets worse because we don’t think of this as strange.
No proportional representation or binding referendums,
Therefore we can’t give our pompous politicians ultimatums,
And we can’t have death with dignity because that’s a sin,
In our system only selected appointees always win.
We can’t have propositions because no one knows what they are,
Can’t have set-date elections because that might be bazaar,
A plebiscites could be important but what are they about?
Can’t have one because the people are not allowed to have clout.
poem by James Bredin
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