Those of Similar Interests
No need to call him an imbecile.
He represents a reflection of their decency.
Those of 'supreme quality'!
And selecting him to lead.
And he represents...
With no survey needed!
A reflection of their decency.
No need to call him an imbecile.
Just because he has ruined lives.
There has to be those who are feeling thrilled...
Ecstatic and fulfilled.
With goosebumps that rise.
He is a killer and he has proven that.
He has a death track record...
Anyone who is not blind,
Knows that is a fact.
He is a demon who has been placed,
To do a demon's will.
And grin and smile in your face!
No need to call him an imbecile.
He reflects their best effort!
He presides over those who have chosen him.
Those of similar interests.
Caring less the depth of their decadence kept!
With a murderous mindset he enjoys...
As he watches putting others to death!
And that is not the mind of an imbecile.
That is the mind of one capable of doing,
Far more evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Outsider
Help me if you can,
It's just that this, is not the way I'm wired so,
Could you please,
Help me understand why,
Why you've given in to all these reckless dark desires you're,
Lying to yourself again,
Suicidal imbecile,
Think about it, put it on a faultline,
What'll it take to get it through to you precious,
I'm over this, why do you want to throw it away like this,
Such a mess, I don't wanna watch you.
Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time,
What's your rush now,
Everyone will have his day to die.
Medicated, drama queen,
Picture perfect numb belligerence,
Narcissistic, drama queen,
Craving fame and all its decadence.
Lying through your teeth again,
Suicidal imbecile,
Think about it, put it on a faultline,
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this, why do you want to throw it away like this,
Such a mess, I don't wanna watch you.
Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time,
What's your rush now,
Everyone will have his day to die.
They were right about you, (repeat)
Lying to my face again,
Suicidal imbecile,
Think about it, you put on a faultline,
What'll it take to get it through to you precious,
I'm over this, why do you want to throw it away like this,
Such a mess,
Coalesce,
Coalesce.
Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time,
What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die,
If you choose to pull the trigger,
Should your drama prove sincere,
Do it somewhere, far away from here.
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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Identifiable Senselessness
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
It is just the proving of this...
Seems much deeper under the surface,
That even floodlights can not find the evidence...
Because of the darkness clouding,
This kind of clownish mind...
All of the time,
With an identifiable senselessness.
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
One argument is,
If one cares to know...
A fool would rather not let just anyone be exposed,
To a rare an unappreciated intelligence kept within.
Stop grinning!
For the fear that polluted thoughts may attempt to corrupt,
The brilliance that is shown once secrets have been discussed.
That's 'that' argument.
Now...
The more popular argument is,
That the proof is in the pudding.
And very few have any patience left,
To stay around wishing to get a taste of it!
With the amusement of waiting for an appearance,
Dwindling quicker by the minute.
Knowing that a fool is just seeking the attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The turning point really is just knowing you're an imbecile.
quote by Warren Cuccurullo
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Man is a clever animal who behaves like an imbecile.
quote by Albert Schweitzer
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I Can Afford to Gloat
Under your direction,
Our entire belief system...
Has plummeted.
Why are you gloating?
You have been clearly defeated,
By your foes.
'I know!
But my ego had never been involved.
Those who opposed my recommendations,
Have devastated themselves.
And what has been exposed,
Is their lunacy.
Not mine.
I attempted to find ways to save their 'beliefs'.
So...
What is your next move?
'A repeating of what I initially said.
We,
Not me.
But WE have lots of work to do.
You've already proven your personal attacks on me...
Does not solve 'your' problems.'
I can afford to gloat.
The only risk I have taken,
Was to reveal the truth.
Your belief system needed to be freed,
From delusions kept that cause your bleeding.
And...
Not once,
Did I call anyone a fool.
Or an imbecile.
I am proud of that.
And I am not gloating.
That is 'your' interpretation.
But 'if' it pleases you to believe that?
A gloating done I will do.
Now...
Do you insist on continuing playing,
Childish games?
Or...
Do you want to get down to business?
It's up to you.
And,
Remember this...
I can afford to gloat.
Can you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sexy
I once had a fool tell me,
There was nothing intentional...
By using my name fraudulently.
And representing me...
As having a taste for sleaze.
This imbecile directly,
Chose me for ruin.
But what this ignoramous did not know,
I admitted my taste...
For a bit of decadence long ago.
And sexual experiences I have had...
Were delightful.
And one homosexual relationship,
Would not have ended...
If death between us did not hit.
The only thing I have not publicly admitted,
Is my intolerance for ignorance.
And those who are of 'closeted' states of mind...
Are the ones truth and denial they can not define.
And today...
My views on life are neither straight nor gay.
They are whatever they are...
And that's for whoever believes I live a life to deceive.
However...
I am flattered at my age,
Anyone would still find me...sexy!
And wanted it declared.
Even if they thought this 'proclamation',
Would bring to me embarrassment.
I only wish they came to me first,
To enable a tremendous public campaign...
I would have endorsed.
Of course.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
quote by Olive Schreiner
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When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.
quote by Victoria Woodhull
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An audience is never wrong. An individual member of it may be an imbecile, but a thousand imbeciles together in the dark - that is critical genius.
quote by Billy Wilder
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To be able to write a play a man must be sensitive, imaginative, naive, gullible, passionate; he must be something of an imbecile, something of a poet, something of a liar, something of a damn fool.
quote by Robert E. Sherwood
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An imbecile can manage his own affairs better than a wise man the affairs of other people.
When a finger points at the moon, the imbecile looks at the finger.
Myths and Symbols
An island represents the world and people that inhabit it,
A conch represents democracy and freedom of speech,
Glasses symbolize power as well as the power to understand,
And have common sense,
Light represents the power to reveal or conceal,
As well as to create and illusion in the mind,
It means knowledge as well,
The sun shows power and strength however it seems,
Like it's also the protector of good,
The sea seems to represent a haven of unknown,
And maybe evil,
Fire symbolizes a killer and a fighting, killing soldier,
In a deadly war only to claim lives,
Beasts are not actually real but show a,
Pigment of fear in the world and all that inhabit,
These are some symbols in life,
Some may help and some may not,
But in the world there are many more,
Or you could say greatly a lot,
But in this world of great demise,
We all take our place,
To give the symbols, an erotic feeling,
And use them at our pace...
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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A little bit of Tolle in sutra mood...
What a miserable day.
He didn't have the decency to return my call.
She let me down.
*
It is raining.
He did not call.
I was there. She was not.
[with acknowledgements and a smile]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
Blood - blood and torn grass -
Had marked the rise of his agony -
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.
A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: 'John!'
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.
poem by Stephen Crane
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The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
Blood -- blood and torn grass --
Had marked the rise of his agony --
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.
A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: "John!"
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Apparently They Are Not Aware Of This
First of all,
I did not call her a bull.
I called her a cow.
With bullish ways.
Who is this...
Quoting me out of context?
The last time it was claimed,
I called someone an imbecile.
When clearly I had called 'him'...
An idiot.
Who is this doing the misquoting?
'Who knows.'
Whoever it is has spent too much time,
Trying to find ways to undermine my character.
To gain favor.
'Maybe there is a popularity contest.
And you've been submitted by someone,
In a secret ballot or something.'
And I have done my very best,
To smooth over those rough edges.
Only I have perfected...
To my knowledge,
A backing myself up against a brick wall,
With a jumping over it.
To land tall and walk on my feet.
And that was difficult.
The pain in my legs?
Agonizing.
Since then...
I've learned how to charm.
I've discovered that more conducive to do,
Than inflicting my own pain.
'Apparently they are not aware of this.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Summer`s Rain
Summer rain
From the early hours onto this rain
Summer still awaits to the shower
Sun when rises by the hope of the day
weather of innocence still assails the cry
hoping the smiles of the lilac
across the summer’s rain of fear
sorrow yet allays to the sea.
thirst of night seemingly deep by the dream
let me close my eyes imbecile
for this moment to dream faster
as the night yet sleeps when assuaged
into the depth yet not accomplished
poem by Dr subhendu kar
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Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosiac, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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160.Haunting Suicides
The battle fought
Between my soul and mind,
My conventions and contradictions,
My being and my death
Call it suicide and open the doors.
My inability to negate
My own self ever since long
Surrendering myself
To self chosen ignorance
Call it suicide and aerate the room.
Trying to still
The mind in the self
Impotent with pen and ink
Hungers to write history with sword
Call it suicide and sterilize the room.
Understanding the cosmos
But never the ego
Neglecting the self
Try to reach the summit of life
Call it suicide and incense the space.
Trying to tread the trodden path
The highroad of pride
Forgetting the inner spark
The elevating element of absolute
Call it suicide and disintegrate me to pieces!
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poem by Rajagopal Haran
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