Tongues and Lips Twisted
Tongues and lips twisted.
While minds are blinded to world events.
As folks complain about the government,
Being too much in their lives.
When the government is their life.
Just as much as they condone...
The lies of politicians and priests.
All living to expose age old deceits.
And the people are expected to believe in them,
Faithfully?
If the 'Price Is Right'...
Those surviving lives lived in 'Jeopardy'
May get an opportunity,
To spin the 'Wheel of Fortune'.
Or spend a lifetime in a 'Family Feud'...
Discussing with 'Dr. Phil' their point of view.
After listening to 'Oprah'
Who seems to have survived...
Every crisis known experienced by human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Representing Their Needs
This hour...
It is proclaimed,
Government is wanted,
Out of their lives!
The previous hour...
It had been exclaimed,
The government is not doing enough...
To correct the downslide experienced,
In their lives.
And as this hour comes to a close...
They have decided,
Those in government representing their needs...
Are not listening effectively.
And have chosen to replace those elected to lead.
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Risky Business
What is all the screaming about?
Aren't they the ones who said,
They wanted less government in their daily affairs?
'Yeah,
But they are losing their investments.
Jobs, homes...
And with that, their respect.
How are they expected to live,
If nothing left is what they get? '
I haven't seen a dime yet...
Or a dollar printed from the mint,
Without someone from the government represented.
With their face boldly on it.
And 'that' had been a dead president.
And folks say they want less government in their lives?
They've got it!
'Well...'
Well nothing.
They shouted for less involvement,
Now they've got just that!
Less of it being circulated.
Giving people what they ask for these days,
Is risky business.
Especially after they've sobered from a sustained stupor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheering What Has Been Defeated
Why are the people in the streets,
Cheering?
'They are cheering the news,
Recently learned...
That what they wanted to achieve,
Has been defeated! '
They are cheering that what they wanted,
Has been defeated?
'Yes!
And even though they have great admiration,
For their new leader...
And he has been an advocate for their cause,
He represents the government.
And they have been very vocal,
About having the government out of their lives.'
But...
What aspect of their lives,
Has not been controlled by the government?
'That's besides the point.
They have come to exercise their First Amendment Rights.'
Yeah...
But,
Aren't all of those 'amendments' government controlled?
And initiated?
'Hey...
What can I say?
I'm an outsider looking in just like you.
Even though everyone gathered at this rally,
Has throughout their lives been attached to the government...
They have become overwhelmed with joy,
That 'something'...
Whatever it was that had the support of 'this' president,
Would be defeated.
Even though it would have ultimately,
Benefitted all of their lives.'
That doesn't make too much sense.
In fact,
On the scale of 'stupidity'...
That sits right at the top!
'You know that.
I know that.
They however...
Haven't a clue! '
Where is their beloved leader now?
'He's the one standing alone,
Leaning against that fence over there...
Chain smoking! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do we believe that the goal of government is to promote equal opportunity for all Americans to make the most of their lives? Or, do we now believe that government's role is to equalize the results of peoples lives?
Dummified Ignoramuses
On one side of their mouths...
They say government is too much in their lives.
On the other side of these same flapping lips...
They claim government isn't quick enough,
To protect their rights when the going gets tough.
And when these same folks make foolish decisions,
They demand from the government...
Bail out funds to keep them afloat.
Yet they do not want the deficits to rise,
On their aging sinking boat!
And they cry that the government is there,
To help them to survive!
While criticizing those they have ostracized...
Who call them dummified ignoramuses.
Spoiled by a way of life delusioned,
That has been catered too long and much fantasized!
Leaving them empty in the head.
Very lazy and thick of backside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crisis In Our Economy
CRISIS IN OUR ECONOMY
Melvin Banggollay
C-risis in our economy
bellowing like the sea
put many in jeopardy
even government entity.
R-ise of oil prices everyday
put the world's economy
in the brink of ambiguity
putting many in poverty.
I-nvestment cost is heavy
as few can afford today
to create their own entity
for economic prosperity.
S-top curruption in any way
like stealing people's money
through ghost project today
by politicians of no dignity.
I-nstitute in our laws and policy
Currupting government money
is punishable by death penalty
even just by a single penny.
S-haring of wealth for the needy
be a motto of those somebody
like the rich and powerful family
can save many to die in poverty.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Some Say My Contributions Are Political
Some say my contributions are political.
With a point of view that is fixed.
But who is living to exist without religion,
Or politics?
And who believes there is an escape from this?
My writings are all about relationships.
Not one is disconnected from it.
Some may choose from their point of view,
To see a separateness.
But from where I sit,
If you are living you pay taxes...
All of it goes to the government.
And the only thing that is 'free'
Are delusions.
And even those have proven to be costly.
With some political attachment no one can deny!
Some say my contributions are political.
And I say to them...
'The point that you are making is...'what'?
And who lives not to make endorsements...
Of some kind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pay Up
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.
So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.
So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '
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Falsely Applied Devotion
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
They still point their fingers,
To pick out weirdos and freaks.
Those they consider different from them.
And those folks are hardly uptight.
Those folks picked sleep peacefully at night.
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
And everything around them has begun to sink.
As their hypocritical lives lived...
Shows cracks in foundations,
And with their beliefs on the brink.
But still they think of themselves as better than others.
And nothing they can show with evidence can prove this one bit!
Since the medications they take everyday faithfully...
Can not with falsely applied devotion just be prayed away.
Nor can their evils be hidden in masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Celebration Of A Holiday
Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
My mind on this day,
Is not only on those who sacrificed their lives...
Wearing a uniform to serve time in the military.
I think of those who have sacrificed their lives,
For beliefs kept many today take for granted...
Just to eat and drink in celebration of a holiday.
Only to be glad to spend time away,
From a regular routine.
Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
And the doing for others many who have passed on,
And done...
Should on this day be always remembered.
And as far as wars, destruction and the loss of life goes?
There is nothing about the act of it that is worthy of celebration.
However...
The showing of an appreciation is a more honorable expression,
Than the rushing to feed one's greed as a priority...
To prove a loyalty in the doing of it!
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without a Common Sense Represented
So many make claims...
They do not wish the government,
To play a role in their personal lives!
It is said the government already has,
Too much of a control.
And this 'they' despise.
Although everyone pays taxes.
And elect politicians,
To represent their interests.
Everyone wants the police,
To come to their aid when this pleases.
Have teachers teach their children.
Even the ones who skip and don't come.
They want better jobs to pay for mortgage and/or rent.
And desire their 'tender' offenses assume,
Protected by soldiers on other lands to defend...
From terrorists and other threatening improvisations.
So many make claims...
They do not wish the government,
To play a role in their personal lives!
It is said the government already has,
Too much of a control.
And this 'they' despise.
With fantasies intact.
And demands they come alive!
And from birth they are now issued,
Social security numbers.
Immunizations to protect them from disease.
And still they say it is the government...
From their lives they wish would leave!
Without a common sense represented amongst them.
How can such hypocrisy be sustained?
When those in the know...
Realize more oxygen,
Is needed to feed those of disconnected brains.
Since a massive amnesia has too long been effective.
How can reality ever in them be injected?
'President Obama? '
~Hey...
Don't look at me!
I'm doing the best I can,
To keep my hair from getting grayer.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I believe in an America with a government of men devoted solely to the public interests — men of ability and dedication, free from conflict or corruption or other commitment — a responsible government that is efficient and economical, with a balanced budget over the years of the cycle, reducing its debt in prosperous times — a government willing to entrust the people with the facts that they have — not a businessman's government, with business in the saddle … not a labor government, not a farmer's government, not a government of one section of the country or another, but a government of, for and by the people.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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Seeking Less Government In Their Lives
The majority of the people
Rush to have their liberties quoted
As stated within the framework
Of the constitution
At yet
These liberties representing the same people
Are said to interfere too much
In the lives they wish to live
People are seeking less government in their lives
But it is the government they run to
To protest their entitlements
Are not being represented as documented
And those they elect
Are eventually despised
For not implementing those policies
Created to describe standards and precious values
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ongoing Storyline
Karma and Reincarnation, wonderful, so much
experienced and accomplished when exploring
and living life from various perspectives, karma
translates energy from lifetime to lifetime in an
ongoing storyline, fusing several lives together
through transition material creating a structure
that has long-term sense
My experience does not agree with the theories
and ideas of religion and fiction, being human is
a limiting experience for a spirit who knows it is
filled with love and connected to the universe,
yet cannot feel or explain it, life has meaning
as a series of signpost events with issues to
solve and lessons to learn
In a progression that derives sense from the
perspective of highest purpose; I love such
moments of sparkling insight that transcend
physical reality & gain access to a different
realm of heightened consciousness which
is pure bliss; existential crisis is infinitely
valuable to reveal these jewels
By blowing the chaff of human experience
away: when I feel so ill I cannot read or
think and nothing makes sense, only
theories on karma and reincarnation
remain valid and uplifting - while the
world and intellectualism lose all
its power to touch my mind
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Out Of Their Minds With An Accepting
Choosing to remain uninformed,
But in a constant curiosity...
About what goes on in other people's lives.
As the World continues to spin,
News events.
Printed in papers and on TV...
As neighborhoods everywhere,
Become more incensed with violence.
Says this about that...
It is no mystery,
More people are finding they've become...
Out of their minds.
With an accepting of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Price
As the gavel
comes banging down
on the auction of life
what price was paid for our lives
And what price
will we have to keep paying
Only the government knows
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Crisis Looming
Financial crisis is looming ahead, as hearts fill with fear and dread,
The crisis now seen can’t be denied, as problems move worldwide.
Many looking for a world financier, to address all the financial fear,
Men from each and every country, are looking for financial stability.
Countries looking to tax and spend, trying to avoid a climactic end.
Men talk about a rippling effect, but they haven’t seen anything yet.
Even corrected, it’s deeper though, and shall fill the world with woe.
Corporate structures and their worth, are falling all across this earth,
Hurting men’s lives and wages, as they trust in their financial sages.
The world we know is headed for, a time no one’s ever seen before.
All of this is the setting of a stage, for the coming End of this Age,
Next there’ll be a spiritual thrust, asking men to hand over their trust,
To one single man with one belief, all as a part of economical relief.
This will all be backed of course, by a worldwide government force,
Lead by one charismatic man, and unknown to all has a darker plan.
That’s to take the end time stage, and fill the world with darker rage.
This Leader shall use all three, Government, Religion and Economy,
To unite this world, all as his own, exalting himself to God’s Throne,
But, as he pursues his plan though, multitudes shall come to know,
This leader won’t help but destroy life, for this man is the Antichrist.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
The only index by which to judge a government or a way of life is by the quality of the people it acts upon. No matter how noble the objectives of a government, if it blurs decency and kindness, cheapens human life, and breeds ill will and suspicion — it is an evil government.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Even though
Even though a new government
is in place,
in Soweto, Alexandra and Mamelodi
there are still hungry children
playing in the streets.
Even though BEE and opportunity
knocks on every black mans door,
hungered out dogs
still prowl the streets
and gangs of criminals
do not have respect
for any law at all
and steal and kill
and society in a way
is much worst than it was before.
Even though black politicians rule
the Filemons, the Thabo’s and most
other black men
still do the jobs
that they did before
and most of those
that now work for the government
do not know
how to work at all.
Even though mister Nelson Mandela is free
and in Dar es-Salaam
a statue of a black man
breaks its chains
and freedom is proclaimed
to be everywhere in this country,
freedom does not really matter
when a nation still lives in poverty
and corruption makes some people
more free than others
know how to be.
poem by Gert Strydom
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