To Infest and Manifest
Why do they glare?
Those who stop to stare...
With a bringing of their gloom,
To pollute environments everywhere.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Judges Of Appearances.
Police to guard values and standards...
Molding with age and on the decrease.
Why do they restrict to insist,
Those of ethnic differences...
Should from themselves be distanced quick.
With minds influenced by ignorance,
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Or police to guard what's valued...
Hypocritically!
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Those Denials Kept
The more we try to hide behind those denials kept,
The louder out tears are heard...
With a shaking of cold sweats as truth,
Increases to get bigger.
From morning until noon to see the Sun set.
Internally we 'may' regret the taking of false steps.
In belief a truth we keep concealed,
Poses upon our pretentions...
Not a single threat.
And we continue to produce attempts,
To live our lives on lies and alibis.
Increasing the feeding to feast on misdeeds to manifest,
As if this 'festival' has a purpose to manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Misery Of Others
there is fun when one talks
about the misery of other people,
there is joy in the realization
that others' miseries are
far greater than yours,
there is this celebration
of lesser pains,
there is this misery in us
in not grieving for the misery
of those whom we have
not known so well,
those whose beatings of the
heart are slowing,
we do not think that we also
slowly die upon the death of
another
we have not seen such link
between our misery and theirs
it is the thin line that divides
the true man from the least of the
the animal kingdom
there is this comfort
that the worm cannot say anything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Consider It Done
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
Consider it done.
Getting near a fiscal cliff,
And knowing of it.
But...
ignoring all the warnings,
Or it there to exist...
To feed an addiction to greed,
Regardless of the risks.
Well...
Consider it done.
Your feeding.
Done.
And with a greeding.
Done.
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
The feast.
Consider it done.
That feast depleted,
With a wish for more to eat...
Is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Table of Contents
Quick like a flash those reactions,
When a feeding on one's table of contents...
Is rumored to be shared with those less fortunate.
Those whose resources have provided the feast.
And that feast is threatened to become decreased,
By those who gorge themselves,
In an exclusive frenzied treat!
Quick like a flash those reactions,
When a feeding on one's table of contents...
Is said to be spent at someone else's expense.
Those depicted as pitiful creatures.
Those who others deceive and leech.
So a gathering of those to impose their selfishness...
To ensure their interests aren't deprived of nourishment.
Leaving leftovers for the hungery to fight over.
Although deny they discharge a disgraceful decadence.
A decadence they say,
From them did not originate or create to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the past, we spoke of poverty, misery only in the south. Now there is a lot of misery, a lot of bad that creates victims in the north as well. This has become manifest: the global system was not made to serve the good of all, but to serve multinational companies.
quote by Ahmed Ben Bella
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Gone Unknown By Those Who Feast
Some are born to sow beliefs,
To seed the growth of their feeding.
With a sewing done to aid their flourishing.
Many sit to watch a seeding sown,
To gather from a harvest...
With a feeding of their selfish needs shown.
And those familiar with others,
Misrepresenting the dispersement of their deeds...
Gone unknown by those who feast.
Are the least concern where it is they go,
To sow with a planting of their feet.
With tools provided to allow them to eat,
From 'Whom' bestows those seeds kept to grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Only Happy When It Rains
Im only happy when it rains
Im only happy when its complicated
And though I know you cant appreciate it
Im only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
Im only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didnt accidentally tell you that
Im only happy when it rains
Youll get the message by the time Im through
When I complain about me and you
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down
You can keep me company
As long as you dont care
Im only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
Im riding high upon a deep depression
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me ...
song performed by by Garbage
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Suffering From The Exhaustion
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Is not the fault of those...
Who have been hired to service,
Their needing to feast.
Or those who came to warn,
Of leaner days ahead.
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Has been self inflicted.
With a sweetened ignorance,
All fed upon to do to choose...
A doing exactly what they pleased.
No matter who was stepped on or over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Misery
Oh, sweet misery
why don't you join me for the day
come out, come out
where ever you are
I figured we come out and play
sweet misery, sweet misery
I need you now more then ever
you left without a warning
I thought we'd always stay together
oh, sweet misery
is it time for hide and seek?
I'm looking for you
searching for you
but you won't make a peep
Sweet misery, sweet misery
don't give me a tough time
I just want to keep you forever
treat you just like you're mines
Oh, sweet misery
do you know you're all i have?
You just lead the way
I'll follow your path
Sweet misery, sweet misery
I can't go on with out you
are you giving up on me?
you know you're not allowed to
Oh, sweet misery
Yes, you have arrived
I knew you'd never leave me
I forgot to look inside.
poem by Vanessa Mercado
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Only Happy Whem It Rains
Im only happy when it rains
Im only happy when its complicated
And though I know you cant appreciate it Im only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down on me pour your misery down...pour your misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad sad songs
Im only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didnt accidentally tell you that
Im only happy when it rains
Youll get the message by the time Im through when I complain about me and you
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down on me pour your misery down...pour your misery down on me pour your misery down...pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
You can keep me company as long as you dont care
Im only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession
Im riding high upon a deep depression
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
song performed by by Garbage
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Misery
Misery
By: Adam M. Snow
Here I am alone in somber;
as I rest calmly here in my chamber.
Suddenly there rose a clatter;
for I hear it calling out to me;
'Who's there that my eyes cannot see? '
I said as the voices replied,
'Misery is me, I am your misery.'
I rose from my slumber;
with haste of morning ember;
to be stopped by an essence of me.
'How can this be? ' I said. 'Truly it can't be me.'
This is too real even for a dream;
truly it cant even be a ream.
'So who are you to be a reflection of me? '
Thus he replied, 'I am your misery.'
He said he is my misery;
if that is the case how can that be?
for I've held this pain in for so long;
that I do not know what went wrong;
for I am also numb,
weary, dreary, and some;
for I know not what would become of me;
if I was to set it free.
For I know now that this will be the end of me;
to be killed by my own misery.
I reach deeply within myself letting loose of my feelings;
as my misery whispered in my ear; he said, 'Your time is near.'
Must this be, for I feel that I'm not ready?
For all the things that I have done, I am truly sorry.
This is truly the end of me;
thus my last words be,
'Misery is me, I am my misery.'
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You manifest based on who you are already - so you must own the identity of the dream in order to manifest it.
So Coached To Manifest Infestation
I hope they don't believe,
That a validating of their stupidty...
Will come to free them.
It is there and clear...
The initiator of current conflicts,
Wants nothing to do with the ownership of it.
And the choice to rid others from this cancer,
Begins the finalizing of their end.
Unfortuately people who think like this,
Are here to destroy.
Not to build and uplift.
And they have no idea what is done that they do!
So coached to manifest infestation.
So coached to manifest infestation.
So coached.
So coached.
So coached.
So coached.
So coached to manifest infestation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remaining Meek And Weak
Those with kept mental issues unfaced.
And taught by lessons they follow,
That a keeping to stay in their place...
Is a sign of divine humility that proves them loyal,
Demonstrates their faith as a devoted belief...
That stays to keep them remaining meek and weak.
Are left behind in a darkness to embrace delusions.
And will never perceive themselves as tools used,
To produce other fools who believe there is honor...
In expressing an accepted suppression enforced,
And without divorcing is shared to be worshipped.
Those with kept mental issues unfaced.
And taught by lessons they follow to obey,
That a keeping to stay in their place...
Is a sign of divine humility that proves them loyal,
Demonstrates their faith as a devoted belief...
Can be observed any day of the week,
Feeding upon insecurities and ignorance...
For the rest of their lives and not hiding the effects,
Of their self hatred that is impressed...
Upon a distressed environment that reflects acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Feeding Expected
No one can borrow money,
Squeezed from empty pockets.
Or dream of eating from a feast,
Deliciously prepared...
When nothing is there to eat anywhere.
And this feeding expected,
Is to be selected and picked from thin air.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A doing of it must first begin,
With an implementation...
Of those desires and needs,
Feeding a fire of desire from within.
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
That one,
Who sits with just wishes and dreams to appear...
Unassisted,
Will not be the one to benefit...
Without connecting,
Purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming The I
orchestrate avalanches to manifest tragedy
arouse destruction to manifest creation
reap the rivers to manifest drowning
drown the infant to manifest breathing
tip the hourglass, spill time coagulation
unleashing the tower collapse beneath below
as above bruised anticipation consumes
subconscious equilibrium dissection
raw ascension beyond corridors of golden dawn
tearing into emotional disconnection
grueling vertebrae entanglement
reassemble interrupted soul division
will breathing from suffocation
will suffocation from birth
will birth from repulsion
will repulsion from attraction
will attraction from decay
will decay from death
will death from breathing
Customized To Personalize
Those who take others for granted,
To advance their own 'advantages'...
With an effective slandering done.
And welcomed by others...
As if this feeding has become a feast.
Will not like what Mother Nature does.
When a return of these activities,
Are customized to personalize...
One's discreet and evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misery One O One
there is this philosophy
(and i assure you it is adopted by many
perhaps,
without their knowing it) that-
when we make ourselves miserable
people who are miserable
(and the majority is miserable
for quite long)
...will love you for it, since you are like a fallen angel
from up there
and here you are without wings and muddy and bruised
and very much like all of them
and now
with them.
they will love you for this misery
and since you have not really experienced true love
(since you feel that you are abandoned
and molested by whom, how do i know?)
you accept
love in misery
misery loving another misery
misery that seeks company
and here is company....
and so look at this paradox of you
(you do not deserve this, but you choose it just the same)
happy, so happy, in the midst of miserable people
wallowing in misery
the big house in the exclusive millionaire's row
where you once lived
waits for you
you can be there anytime you want
as you still immerse in that feigned misery
Misery 101.
They will give you a grade for that.
Have fun.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Looking For A Leader
Fear inflicts the acceptance of restrictions.
And those afraid to carve their own independent way,
Facing obstacles and doubts...
Discover for themselves what life for them is about.
But will always feel inadequate,
When attempting to expose their own identity.
And unfortunately many living lives fearing,
Seek to be led.
With a looking for a leader approved by those...
Who only know what it takes to follow.
Since those who do have abilities to lead,
Are often opposed by the ones subjected to insecurities.
And people with those insecurities,
Seek those who are best qualified...
To represent the denying of every one of them.
Because the ones who express honesty and truth,
Always seem to threaten...
Those who do not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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