This Economic Meltdown
It is right there!
No surprise of this,
Should exist at all.
There...
Like a welcomed friend it has been.
And now why it should upset...
Gets more disturbing.
And yet...
The origins will not be uncovered,
Trying to trash those living barely...
In their urban nests.
This economic meltdown,
Had preferred credit attached to it!
And many viewed living in dire straits...
Maybe used as scapegoats.
But their activities,
Need not cause uproar for this debate.
Far less greed 'here' has been witnessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meltdown
(young - young)
I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin a sweat, temperature rise all through the day
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
Man its getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
I got a feelin in my bones
I been rackin my brains out all night long
Stokin up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin on and on burnin on
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
Man its getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Meltdown
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
Its a meltdown, gonna burn, its a meltdown
I said burn down
Its a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Look Around
Look for me, and then realise I am behind you,
I see you breathing when words connect.
The tiniest house is upset, for one word,
And another word judges the meaning of living.
This house is upset physically.
The Walls are damaged
Like my head, and the legs we walk with
Are dead.
This bigger joke deletes the record,
For you have no essentials,
And so the meaning is that of living -
You are barely alive,
But God is with You.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down to Earth
Expectations,
As expectations go...
Seem only to achieve,
A certain level of acceptance.
And to appease those with ambitions...
To be down to Earth without attempts,
To pollinate wishes and dreams...
Often considered out of reach and unobtainable.
May those who are believed to be out of touch...
By a seeking to break down walls of limitations,
One day be welcomed from their flights of 'fancy'...
In the sharing with others,
That the world is, indeed, round.
And not flat!
With those living in other places,
Experiencing the many cultures and races...
With an acknowledgement of that fact!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.'
And unbelievable as it may seem to them,
There are others also 'down to Earth'.
And apparently living to explore it!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
Believe it.
It's true.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ninety-Nine Percent
Those motivated,
By the ninety-nine percent movement...
Should be commended,
For this stance they take.
It is true that corporate greed,
Has gotten out of hand.
And the banking system...
As of late,
Can say they have customers...
They can rely on as devoted fans.
But...
There has been one hundred percent,
Of those living hungry and in homelessness...
That have been seen on a daily basis.
And,
Wouldn't it have been a greater statement to make...
If those ninety-nine percenters,
Had come to empathize the ones in dire straits.
With equal entitlements,
But not given the same collective focus...
To have their predicaments remedied,
With a purpose to see this social tragedy end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolated
Championed are trite statements,
Of a dead man treasured...
Who has long been gone!
One who ushered in their downward spiral.
One who began their 'conservative' slide...
Into divisions,
That introduced them to oblivion!
And they contribute his comments,
To a feeding of their greed.
Until the deceit of it...
Exposed to reveal their gross misdeeds.
With such activities,
Bringing them to dire straits...
And on the brink to the brim of grim!
They still insist their backward insights...
Are worthy solicitations,
To continue to defend!
With a ridiculousness,
They persist with this.
Believing their best interests,
Do not offend those of consciousness.
Or keep them isolated...
In times when their mindlessness has ended!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of The Crumpets and Tea Party
Representing heartily,
Are those of the crumpets and tea party.
Those of greed and suppressors of rights...
And consumed with self righteousness,
To believe successful theft...
Should be kept in their sight.
In an uproar over spending,
That the government attempts to prevent.
This movement is relentless...
In showing their contempt.
Although they've acquired wealth,
By denying others to gain.
They refrain from being labelled racists.
Preferring 'conservative' names.
Conducting protests,
To keep their greed digested.
They wish to continue their interests...
That have shown them to be,
Thieves of neglect.
Isolating in separation,
From those they've made poor.
Their values and standards...
Have depleted economic doors.
And even though on their own shores,
A welcomed corruption was adored.
They insist there is a need for more of it.
Regardless who is crushed...
By a leeching that has benefitted,
Their tastes to luxurize...
And fatten their own thighs.
Representing heartily,
Are those of the crumpets and tea party.
Those of greed and suppressors of rights...
And consumed with self righteousness,
To believe successful theft...
Should be kept in their sight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept In Realities Deluded
We...
You and me.
They and others.
Are more the products of a yesterday.
A time that has gone away,
And does not exist.
Than we are affixed,
To a time existing today...
With no history yet,
Can be claimed attached to it.
And many are accused of living in the past.
Few, if any, are accused of living in the future.
And those that are...
Glowing bright as stars,
Seen...
But light years away from where we are,
Just might be...
In their own 'worlds'.
And it seems unfortunate,
That those in this one...
Are addicted to conflict and other drugs,
That keep them kept in realities deluded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truths Dismissed
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Chasing impossibilities,
Are those in grief with disbelief...
Each moment existing,
Had approval as they witnessed...
The unfolding of reality.
And it is the reality many wish to change.
Many can not accept,
Expressions of indifference...
Delivers consequences.
No matter what is claimed.
That which is observed,
And passes an acceptance by silent lips...
Is not going to suddenly vanish,
Because some find a tolerance...
Over a time that has allowed its growth,
People then indifferent...
Now whine it upsets and makes them sick.
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pop Trash Movie
(lebon, rhodes, cucurrullo)
Some close up of your pretty face
Overnight sensation
Smiling, for cameras
From all around the world
If I rewind back to yesterday
And start the tape back
No none knew who you were
But now theyre at your door
Im living in a pop trash movie
We star together in every scene
Well all be famous for just a few minutes
Part of a celluloid dream
Watching, going frame by frame
My blood, my vision
Your life went flashing by
When did it all go wrong
Im living in a pop trash movie
We star together in every scene
Well all be famous for just a few minutes
Part of a celluloid dream
Ill wait in the wings for you
Ill read your lines for you
But now the script is final
You know its time to go
So well have to say goobye
Im living in a pop trash movie
We star together in every scene
Well all be famous for just a few minutes
Part of a celluloid dream
We star in every scene
And its never quite what it seems
Never
Im living in a poptrash movie
We start to make it with that pop trash
Well all be famous for fifteen minutes
Part of a celluoid dream
song performed by by Duran Duran
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(Political Poem) A Competition Of Lies
In a competition and heated debate.
Total opposites in which they relate.
No new solutions in their game of give or take.
Their attacks dull the mind and the realities in which they define.
All are but mere puppets attached to strings.
They move the way the money tells them too.
The benefits of being controlled.
It must be nice to have no conscience of your own.
Responsibilities do not exist, I tell you this.
Take the lead and make a mistake intentionally indeed.
Blame is but upon the name sits on the highest rooftop.
But those on the ground can not see.
Just a test upon a theory.
Will it cause an uproar?
Will the people hate?
Will they rise to remove the demon from skies?
Will they falsely accuse by the sounds?
They hear a whistling full of lies.
What is one to surmise?
We are but men who have a strong belief in deceit.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Peaceful Living
Written by natalie cole
Have you been to the very top of the highest hill
Where the air is fresh and sweet and the sky is so clear
Looking out on the country side and the view of the villages so far away
There is nothing to feel, nothing to feel
Come with me, wont you take my hand
Lets explore this heaven right here on earth, peaceful living is here
Me and you on this mountaintop with our love we will never stop
cause we both know peaceful living is right here
And here we are in utopia where the sun never seems to go away
And the moon is our friend, hmm
Looking out on a starry night and the sky is like a sleigh for riding on
But you dont need a pin, you dont need a pin
Precious one, youre a joy to me
And I know that theres no place else Id rather be
Peaceful living is here, yeah, yeah
Me and you on this mountain top with our love well never stop
And we both know peaceful living is right right, hoo--
And the moon is our friend, me and you, yeah, yeah, yeah--
Precious one youre a joy to me
And I know that theres no place else Id rather be
Peaceful is living here, oh, me and you on this mountaintop
With our love well never stop cause we both know peaceful living is here
We both know peaceful living is here
We both know peaceful living is right here
La, la, peaceful living, la, la, peaceful living, living, living--
La, la, peaceful living
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Without A Reception Of Approval
At the end of each day,
This is certain...
Nothing that has been lived,
In a past that has been witnessed...
Will ever be experienced again.
By anyone.
Regardless who feels surpressed,
Oppressed.
Deceived or mistreated.
Only in the time we are living that is given,
Can any of us decide...
How deep we are going to breathe.
And 'if' anyone has to debate about that...
Perhaps life itself,
Is not a conscious 'thing' one does...
Without a reception of approval.
Or an acceptation one wishes to claim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Land Of The Living
i found myself
in another world
i found myself
alive and well
i am the vapor
i am the gas
you be the angel
of everything
this is the land of the living
this is the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
i lost myself
too wide a plane
i opened up
i'm not the same
i am electric
made of wire
you be the match
i'll be the fire
this is the land of the living
this is the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
the living
in myself i try for you
walk a thousand miles to get us through
airways
jet planes
safe landings
no branding
land
land
this is the land of the living
the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the land of survival
survival
land
land
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
the living
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Will Unstabilize The Very Core of Our Foundations
Why is having a baby today,
Out of wedlock such a bombshell?
People are sleeping and living on city streets.
Poverty is experienced by those living in urban centers.
There is racism.
Bigotry and blatant hate.
There are those who deny others a right to live their lives!
Apartheid exists all over the place.
Wars are created based on lies!
Sex and the act of it is sold on prime time TV.
'Are you experiencing erectile dysfunction? '
Have you heard today's music?
Have you heard the language coming out of the mouths,
Of these disrespecting children?
Why is having a baby today,
Out of wedlock such a bombshell?
Such a shock?
Oooohhh...
I see!
She's the daughter of a conservative, left wing,
NRA, soccer mom who has been selected...
To be the next VeePee?
Because of her views of the standards of life...
She wants to symbolize and represent!
Why didn't you say that?
Why didn't you say there was an aspect of image...
Needed to protect!
NOW HEAR THIS...
'I can not believe it!
I am appalled by such activities.
How on Earth can we now...
Uphold our unblemished Christian values!
This is most upsetting news!
This will unstabilize the very core of our foundations!
We must ostracize this wench,
For creating such an uproar.
We must conduct vigils at the base of Plymouth Rock.
And beg forgiveness of our Puritan and Quaker ancestors! '
'We must. We must...
Shield and protect the virgins!
Shield and protect the virgins! '
How was that?
That should garner a few more votes,
From those sitting on the fence in indecision!
And love their imagery symbolized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living For Tomorrow
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Lets make this world
A better place to live
Stop to take
Start to give
Loves got the power
To get it done
To stop the pain
Of a killing gun
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place
Lets make this life
A better life to live
Stop to hate
Learn to forgive
Evil power can kill
The human race
If we give life
A human face (a human face)
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for toda
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place (a better place)
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place
Im still living for tomorrow
song performed by by Scorpions
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Terribly Important
I wonder if I’ll be welcome,
and welcomed, in Heaven. I
wonder if Heaven exists, even
as I’ve risen from the font, and
as I accede to Pascal’s reasoning
on behalf of a faithful wager. How
would I like to be welcomed there?
What a question. The answer is
I must not care-meaning I’d like
the welcome not to be anything
I might have predicted. Heaven
must be a wonderful surprise,
a way of being so different
that none of our machinations need
apply. Heaven must be where
all necessary love exists. What
a statement. Here are more: Heaven is.
Heaven is necessary, but I am not.
To speculate: Perhaps Heaven exists
for the unnecessary; maybe it converts
even nothing into something terribly
important. Heaven must be as
terribly important as we erroneously
believe our activities to be.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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Personalized Garbage
What better day is it than today,
To trash and put out on the curb...
All disturbing nonsense.
Every single bit of it.
Without a need to start an argument.
Like a chore over time that has been ignored,
Sack all that crap stored...
To get rid of it.
And set it out to stay away permanently....
From your front door.
And if it should be passed as you leave,
To get some fresh air inhaled and exhaled to breathe...
Don't acknowledge you are familiar with it.
If you do recognize this as personalized garbage,
Again it will be yours to reluctantly admit.
What better day is it than today,
To trash and put out on the curb...
All disturbing nonsense.
Every single bit of it.
Without a need to start an argument.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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