Tolerated For What It Is
A sickness condoned,
Becomes a disease...
Too difficult to explain to cure or rid.
And tolerated for what it is,
It becomes an epidemic...
That numbs those who become,
Too addicted to the illness,
To acknowledge its destruction.
All effected in acceptance,
Eventually become humored by it!
And it sits destroying,
As it inflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Riches
Abounding in riches, the inquisitive man
Is at ease with ample, as destruction looms,
Adding construction, asking a never-ending plan
To cause an epidemic, that fed the world with booms.
This sound came from illness, the disease confronting
Expulsion never ended due to the liars,
They spoke the truth at first, abducting
Us at night, with their illness as hunters.
The rich do not suffer from the bugs,
The blight is bigger than milling bacteria
That richly convey disease like drugs,
Not knowing how to be the academia.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Out Of Control
No offense!
But defense mechanisms,
Have yet to be invented.
When stupid people,
Exhibit an excessive stupidity...
Consistent with ignorance,
That numbs the common sense...
Of anyone holding onto beliefs,
There is not an epidemic...
That has arrived and secretly released.
CAUTION!
Something we can not see,
Affects us as we breathe toxins in the air.
Many are dismissing this,
As if this is a fashion statement.
Something on the scene that attracts all human beings.
With no reprieve!
Like infectious laughter.
Quit!
And examine this for what it is.
A passing fad this isn't.
This...
Is becoming accepted behavior.
This...
Has potential to craze and manipulate.
This...
Is madness personified.
This...
Is more threatening,
Than identified terrorists...
Said to be at our doorsteps.
Operating from distant shores...
To impose themselves upon our interests.
This...
Is a reflection,
Of what has been tolerated.
This...
Is not a passing sickness.
With a cure to be announced...
Between sexual aids marketed on TV.
This...
Is a disease that is spreading.
And out,
Of control...
It is!
No offense!
But defense mechanisms,
Have yet to be invented.
Stupidity it is!
And out,
Of control.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chronic Illness
Many addicted to chronic illness
Know not root, of why this is so
Disease is born of repressed emotion
Infects well-being, interrupts the flow
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Losing Battle Against An Epidemic
One's fight with ignorance,
Is a losing battle against an epidemic.
Unless all affected by the spreading it,
Awaken to see this intentional disease...
Is inflicted to have everyone addicted.
And only with determination,
Can anyone break away from the habit...
To witness the damage for what it is.
With a separating from those,
Caught up in the participation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pessimist In A Poem...
the sickness of humanity
is looking for a cure
and trusting about the herbs of
words
humanity keeps on writing
until it finds the
cure,
there seems to be
nothing,
there is no remedy
on the sickness of our humanity
it begs
nothing is given
it is thirsty and remains
to be one
it is hungry (for love, for compassion
for warmth, and understanding
for food
and shelter and embrace)
and it so remains to
be one
hungry world
there is no cure, its sickness
remains forever
until you come in
to tell the world that it is wrong
you are the savior
of this sickness of humanity
when you cease to be
one of them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Union Cures The Illness
For any illness,
The symptoms and signs are within oneself, but
The cure is obtaining medicines from source outside;
Whereas,
For the illness of a well jeweled mistress
Who is longing for union with lover,
She herself is the medicine,
Union cures the illness.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lifted to a Fever Pitch
The sickness is being lifted to a fever pitch.
With none of it regarded as sensible,
To those of common sense.
As those of higher consciousness,
Have risen above and beyond this illness.
While those still stuck in mindsets...
Of throwing sticks and bricks,
Like 'kids' who seek attention...
By getting it with their tantrum fits.
Do not envision this chapter closing!
And this they perceive,
Will be tolerated and allowed...
With the same affect,
As expected by a spoiled child.
But the rod God uses upon them...
Comes.
And will be fierce to quiet all aggrevation.
With a welcome that stuns very soon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Epidemic diseases usually elicit a call to ban the entry of foreigners, immigrants. And xenophobic propaganda has always depicted immigrants as bearers of disease… Such is the extraordinary potency and efficacy of the plague metaphor: it allows a disease to be regarded both as something incurred by vulnerable "others" and as (potentially) everyone's disease.
quote by Susan Sontag
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Cure For Me
I acquire the cure for my ills,
The solution is final for my illness.
It is death that resides in the middle of life,
I ignore when I am like a fortunate man.
The illness will be cured due to beasts,
They enter the planet through the vacuum.
The illness is again discontinued.
My Satan is conquered for all those watching
So that ill men who see can nevertheless find
The very soul to be complete.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Another Reason To Believe
BAD MEDICINE
Bon Jovi
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Woah, shake it up just like bad medicine
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease
Bad medicine
I aint got a fever got a permanent disease
And it'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
And I got lots of money but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me
And I got all the symptoms, count 'em 1 2 3
First you need (Thats what you get for falling in love)
Then you bleed (You get a little and its never enough)
On your knees (Thats what you get for falling in love)
And now this boys addicted cause your kiss is the drug
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease
Bad, bad medicine
I don't need no needle to be giving me a thrill
And I don't need no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill
I got a dirty down addiction that doesn't leave a track
I got a jolt for your affection like a monkey on my back
There aint no paramedic gonna save this heart attack
When you need (Thats what you get for falling in love)
Then you bleed (You get a little and its never enough)
On your knees (Thats what you get for falling in love)
Now this boys addcited cause your kiss is the drug
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
So lets play doctor baby, cure my disease
Bad, bad medicine ... is what I want
Bad, bad medicine ... its what I need
I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath
Your an all night generator
Wrapped in stockings and a dress
When yo
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Specific And Direct
Untreated deceptions can defeat.
And those addicted to their weaknesses,
Are often comforted by those overprotective...
With a using of empathy to remedy this disease.
And a diseased mind condoned,
Will always seek a defense against anyone showing...
A lack of sympathy that offends,
The ones who gather others that befriend them.
Proclaiming false accusations of being treated mean,
By those they wish to declare as their enemies...
Have been too specific and direct and absent of tolerance,
With a giving of their 'cruel' assessments that upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Again, I find it difficult to be taken care of and rarely acknowledge it, and every act he does registers, but I also just need to verbally acknowledge him and hug him.
quote by Patricia Heaton
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egotism is not a good quality. It's not something to be admired or even tolerated. It wouldn't be tolerated in a field commander and it shouldn't be tolerated in a movie director.
quote by John Milius
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The disease which inflicts bureaucracy and what they usually die from is routine.
quote by John Stuart Mill
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Strange Sickness.
You are the reason for my illness,
You are the remedy for my sickness,
The strange sickness attacks me,
By increasing my heart's rhythm,
Giddiness in the head,
Palpitation at the chest,
Loss of appetite and
Scores of other symptoms,
Feeling quite hot when you are far,
Feeling strange when you are near,
All people seem to be happy and smile,
When you hold my hands,
Everyone seem to be sad and cry,
When you go away from me,
What sickness is this so strange,
That is induced by you?
What sickness is this so unique,
That is cleared by you?
You are the reason for me to be awkward,
Giggle at my mother when she scolds,
You are the reason for me to be childish,
When my father checks my progress,
You are the reason for me to flunk,
Two three subjects all of a sudden,
I am not ashamed of that failure, my love,
As long as you are the cause,
And the remedy for my sickness..
Something in you causes this!
Something in you clears this!
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Following The Sickness
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Fighting our own shadows, fooled by our enemies.
They are the ones you just can't see.
The unaccepted theory is rejected yet again.
But still the chorus plays.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
To whom it may concern.
A poetic letter, dressed in feathers.
Does it make it any prettier?
A distraction from the purpose.
Delivering the simplest of messages.
And still they are not heard.
Oh no they are never heard.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
Foolish know it alls.
A change in circumstances will cause a sudden fall.
A broken bone, or ego?
A laceration or a severed artery?
Is it serious or superficial?
An inflamation that just won't go down.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And it has brought me here.
A million passersby's.
An angelic looking sky.
Prying the heavens for just one peek.
I wonder if it has what I seek.
A cure
A cure
For this world.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
If you are ever lost just follow the sickness.
Its everywhere.
Just go from there.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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