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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Darkness Of Greed
Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Spoken:
aids is killing the entire african nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments they dont mind the procrastination
They say well kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction.
My peoples culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It wouldve endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds enslaved
Their souls encaged
I feel the rage
Its brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
Thats when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that theyre responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Ya cram ya culture down my throat
Say Im inferior when I find that I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well Ill strike a match and itll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall
And ya dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall
And ya dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Darkness
Greed
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture lost in the overthrow
They came to see, take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
People were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide, responsible for genocide
Aids is killing the entire african nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments, they dont mind the procrastination.
They say well kill them off, take their land and go there for vacation
My peoples culture was strong and was pure
And if not for that white greed, it would have endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds did slay
Their souls they cage
You feel the rage
This brutality can never be undone
But the sun has not yet set
The bass and drums and microphone a threat
Thats when youve got to get the cry from the inside
And see that theyre responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide, responsible for genocide
You jam your culture down my throat
Say Im inferior when apon it I choke
You fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity
Well strike a match and itll catch
And spread the insight we need
A tiny fire burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall and you dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall and you dont stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
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Learning to Function On the Assumption
Learning to function on the assumption,
That all of life operates as one initiates and dictates...
Is not a healthy outlook.
And isolates that kind of mind,
In confines of endless conflict.
When everything done must come from that point of view...
Insecurities are taught to be defended.
And those who oppose this obvious illness that shows,
Are to be symbolized as enemies.
Although the threat imposed is instigated to control.
And this for them begins the unravelling towards their end!
With no empathy or mercy from nature shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reconciliation
Minds like that...
Have been poisoned for so long.
And for all the wrong reasons,
They would rather keep their sights...
Away from light.
Defending themselves in darkness.
To continue the spread of blight.
A condemnation of others,
Has kept them in constant fights.
And a reconciliation,
Brewing to heal a bitterness...
They have intentionally inflicted.
Comes to appease.
As the Sun begins to spread,
To remove an evilness they have long fed!
But instead they choose to make excuses,
To oppose any rainbows appearing on the horizon.
Insisting that death in valor...
Is worth to maintain,
A diminishing isolation...
Hopelessly maintained,
They will defeat the odds...
And someday regain!
And still all efforts God has shown,
How they are insignificant...
And what Mother Nature does...
Has no affect.
This goes ignored...
As they infest with their insecurities,
Built upon souls of emptiness.
Although brazen and bold.
They wish to believe...
Their deceit and greed,
Somehow will succeed!
No matter how much blood is spilled.
And no matter whose blood they bleed!
As the messengers with their messages,
Go ignored.
And yet they can not see...
That these,
Are their last days to surrender their ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With This Kind of Mindset
If it was not for war...
Those with this kind of mindset,
Would find no reason to live.
Without offending others,
With their insecurities...
And need to spark conflicts.
What other purpose would they have?
What other pupose would they find...
To give for lives ungrateful.
With nothing else on their minds positive!
Their existence is based upon destroying peace.
Convincing themselves what others have,
Is for them to take and release.
Decresing the rights of others.
And call them enemies,
On lands they invade.
With campaigns...
They have come to protect and save.
But from who and from what?
To prove they can destruct?
These war games played today...
Are recruiting few supporters,
Who realize their wishes to live in peace...
They no longer desire to trade,
For heartbreak and suffering that never goes away.
Only to discover they have been betrayed?
Just to witness a few profit from their sorrows?
Those with a degraded consciousness...
On time borrowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Scrutinize Others
This one is for those,
Who scrutinize others.
But are afraid to expose,
Insecurities they hold that smother.
Take some time,
And isolate your druthers.
Don't share them with your sisters,
Or inflict them on your brothers.
Cleanse your mind,
Of judgements that you pass.
Chew your food like cows do!
And fertilize the grass.
This will keep you real busy!
To moo and graze...
Will keep you off the pavement.
And do your do-do too!
Take some time,
And isolate your druthers.
Don't share them with your sisters,
Or inflict them on your brothers.
Cleanse your mind,
Of judgements that you pass.
Chew your food like cows do!
And fertilize the grass.
This will keep you real busy!
To moo and graze...
Will keep you off the pavement.
On farms where good manure is bagged.
And celebrated you can...
On farmland where manure is bagged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digestive Darkness And Light
life is a mixture of light, darkness and truth
but are you digested on them?
digest what you see
digest what you feel
digest what you smell
digest what you touch
digest what you eat
digest what you think
digest what you speak
and you will be a truth by yoursekf
but but but but but but but but but
NEVER DIGEST YOUR DREAM
Some Would Have No Life To Live
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Many sat by and watch this nourish.
And in somes cases,
Encouraged it.
If this affected another race.
And on TV you saw this take place.
With accusations flying...
How 'those' people should be ashamed.
And how 'they' are such a disgrace.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
Many countries wouldn't be what they are,
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stinging Bluntness
Their jealousies and evilness
Have created their diseases...
And the mental illness they have achieved!
The stinging bluntness of it all,
Helps them to seek
The best medication
To sedate
Their craze!
Episodes they chose to live without meaning,
In a bitterness that is dazed!
And even morphine can not subdue,
Their screaming!
Or remove the memories that haunt their days!
Their jealousies and evil ways,
Have created their diseases...
Somehow an 'allure' of this sickness pleases them,
And stays!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light & Darkness
I remember light dimmed without darkness and darkness dimmed without light if you think about it there would be no light if there were no darkness, darkness needs lights, and light needs darkness, is that why heaven and hell do not fight, there calm but why.... they are enemies no? ....but even enemies know how to maintain balance... this light there is darkness on it... i see why.... what is light without darkness, if there were no darkness how would there be a light....... it would be a void of emptiness, thank you hells thank you heavens, thank you demons, thank you angels you know we must last so you maintain balance, you know of light and darkness......
poem by Richie Rampershad
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired Are Their Strategies
Medieval evilness,
Has played tricks on them.
To keep them fooled as rulers.
These conflicts they search,
To impose an ignorance is fading.
They continue to degrade themselves,
And can not be stopped...
From heights they dropp from!
To descend on spoiled crops they feed.
They wish all to find bliss in caves.
This addiction to conquer they see as being brave.
They believe they are saving the world but from what?
Tired are their stategies.
An emptiness within them,
Captures no light that shines!
And everyday their loftiness to rise exposes crimes!
Their minds are gone.
With a purpose that has lost all definition!
Nothing about them remains defined!
And defiantly their actions speeds their decline!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until an Evilness Is Resisted
Fighting has never achieved unity.
The act of conflict itself...
Demonstrates division,
And isolates.
Hatred does not piece together victories.
Nor does a stubbornness to inflict...
A way of life for one,
For another does not benefit!
A destructive chaos is all that remains,
And sits!
Until an evilness is resisted.
To allow peacefulness to exist!
How is this done?
A respect for diversity.
And contributions made to humanity.
Achieved and acknowledged by everyone,
Under God's Moon, Stars and Sun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idols! (For Veeraiyah Subbalakshmi)
the only idols
are the ones made
out of our fears and
insecurities...
God has many faces,
many voices, many forms.
the only limits we impose.
holiness is diversity,
human beings clutch at shadows.
light becomes light
even on the darkest night.
and the darkness itself
holds secrets.
lay down your bodies,
and walk with the wind.
every moment a death,
and a beginning.
out of formless
the form becomes.
each wave is different,
all a part of the sea!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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IF It Has Taken Years to Inflict 'This
If it has taken years to inflict,
The awareness of fear and conflict.
It is going to take a complete letting go,
Of all those 'stable' things we've come to know...
As unshakable standards,
Demanded by those who command.
With full acknowledgement,
Of an invested ignorance...
That has not returned a dividend since,
Implemented.
However,
There has been a decadent waste worshipped.
By a taste uninhibited by displays of disrespect.
As grown to be expected as accepted.
And...
IF it has taken years to inflict 'this' awareness,
Of fear and conflict.
It is going to take a complete letting go,
Of all those 'stable' things we've come to know...
As unshakable standards,
Demanded by those who command.
Since nothing as it was or had been then...
Is recognizable enough to bluff over boundaries.
Or to fight for the occupation of turf!
To realize after many lives die...
Gone is the vanity and the struggle over worth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Climate of Repression
Climate of repression.
Depresses the stressed,
With an bombardment of fear...
To incite anxieties!
Wanting a dependency to exist,
Within all!
And wishing to demolish,
With diminished admonishments!
To astonish with demonicness.
A climate of repression,
Expressed with aggression.
Suppressed with a recession...
Invented to digress,
Those who have chosen lives of happiness...
To inflict and spread an accepted regret.
To have all believe,
A sadness is for everyone.
And that shall be left...
For everyone to get!
And discrimination is enforced,
For those who reject in protest!
A climate of repression,
Comes to test!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doors
She always feels doors are closed to her,
an outsider, too timid to knock.
Her brother just glides through them
as though they don't exist
and her friends hammer at them,
proclaiming their entrance with fizz.
Some doors, of course, are best left shut,
they hold unwanted demons
that will spark off heaps of troubles
and some are best ignored
for beating at them
will just result in tears.
My door is a bright yellow, easily seen.
It's open to friends and closed to enemies.
It has a big letterbox for greeting cards
but not for bills
and a DO NOT DISTURB sign
for salesmen and the weird.
Doors keep you warm in winter
and cool in summer,
they may protect you,
but sometimes hem you in.
Doors are two way streets,
or dual carriageways.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Why Do They Waste Such Time?
I was called a fool to offend.
And when that did not happen,
Since I ignored them...
It was then stated I felt I was better.
As if I was 'entitled' to be respected.
And I thought if my actions were not accepted...
Why do they waste such time?
And these are the folks who have provoked themselves,
Out of their own minds.
You know the kind?
Those with hopes to find someone who is worthy,
To inflict their mental illness.
And kill ambitions that weren't reflected,
In the spreading of expected dirt!
Why do they waste such time?
When in my mind my life has always been mine!
And not programmed to self destruct.
Something that addicts them.
And they can not give that up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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