Tricks and Traitors
They perceive their self defeating outlooks,
As being envied.
They believe those screaming,
To awaken them...
To be out of their minds with jealousy.
So they continue...
To watch their dreams being sold,
And for sale signs forced upon their hopes.
And 'still' they can not see,
Themselves as their worst enemies!
Being used without hint of concern...
Just as long as their egos are massaged,
By tricks and traitors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even In The Midst Of It
What now can be said to those led to believe...
To have and to flaunt,
Would bring them a life other's wished.
And this would be envied with jealousy!
The kind of jealousy that brought to them,
An ego lift!
But then a foundation,
Crumbles from under their feet.
Not only do they realize they've been lied to...
But they've been used as part of the deceit.
This was not the plan!
Or was it?
To become degraded like this?
Upon these stolen lands?
And these same folks for most of their lives,
Have been taught to look down from upturned noses...
While they welcomed crooks into their homes,
To hoodwink them.
And as these decayed façades,
Display a hollowed shallowness...
They still remain self righteous.
Even in the midst of it!
Their own created crisis.
But...
This was not the plan!
Or was it?
To become degraded like this?
Upon these stolen lands?
And forced to foreclose...
Property,
To be sold...
To foreign hands?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can I Get a Witness?
If people are not reading...
That does not mean,
A comprehension is not welcomed.
If they are not feeding,
From beliefs...
They too are qualified,
To allow thinking to be done!
And as this ignorance is toasted and spread...
By some who are fed,
They can only achieve by keeping suppression,
Dealt to those oppressed instead.
A lowered standard of life...
Lowers below that of a flower bed.
And an acceptance only blooms,
A stench to climb like vines on fences.
Getting the attention,
Of hard thickened heads!
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.
When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.
And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss...
They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Let us sway with the rhythm.
In dimmed lighting, please.
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish! '
That's right...
Lower the lights.
'When they perceive,
Themselves as kings and queens.'
Pass the crumbs to those humming.
'When they become,
Stung by all their madness.'
Can I get a witness?
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They're Red Hot
(Robert Johnson)
Hot tamales1 and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girl, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
[Spoken:] They're too hot boy!
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
[Spoken:]
Man don't mess around em hot tamales now
'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales
I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my
Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Many Will Never Recover At All
Leave those alone who are comforted by their own beliefs.
Fragmented realities had at one time brought relief...
To the ones who pocketed funds from such divisions!
Choosing not to listen and making wrong decisions.
Those days are fading fast for them.
From all fronts their outlooks are crumbling within.
Soon those affected can not refuse the truth.
It will be there shared by all.
And those who run from it,
Need not be pursued!
For them there will be no exit!
Let them with limited time persist.
Sit back and watch their minds split to bits.
And feel blessed you were able to see it for what it was.
Some might be able to grow from it.
Unfortunately...
Many will never recover at all!
Since honesty for them,
Was something they felt could be put off!
And reality for them will be a wound to go exposed...
Never to heal.
Creating defeat and their downfall.
With minds sold on treasures gone...
A purpose to exist leaves them nothing left to feel.
But a ground for their hands and knees to crawl.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Needed Water from a Faucet
Egos are fed
While the poor crawl the streets.
Homelessness has become big business,
For those pushing pens
Against statistical sheets.
Billions are wasted on fights that convince...
Interests kept to defeat claimed enemies,
Keeps mentalities like these
Screwed forever in defense.
A way of life is threatened...
At least that is what's said.
And yet in urban and suburban areas,
Our own blood continues to be shed!
Color lines are drawn to emphasize ignorance.
This activity is selective and it makes no sense.
On battlefields around the world,
Young people fight our wars.
And prejudiced issues aren't the concern,
When values they defend are abhorred
On our own shores!
Protesters who say there has to be a better way,
Are labelled as militant and weak.
Even though they represent all of those,
Who see this destructive force as bleak...
And much regretted!
We are headed for a certain demise,
And this is not a wish!
The eyes and minds of those who rule
Can not fathom that their influence
Has dwindled, waned and slipped!
Like needed water from a faucet,
That drips until it ceases to continue it.
Dripping with a drop,
Until the last drop...stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Frontier
How a cohesiveness,
Can pull them together
From indeciveness...
Is a test.
He is above the rest.
And,
Too good for them.
He has promise,
To heal.
And they are accustomed,
To honoring their traitors.
Baiting hatred,
While ushering decline.
They are out of their minds.
And too good for them he is.
And they have no idea...
How close they are
To being the last frontier,
This pioneer...
Will try to attempt to save!
With concepts that are fresh,
Daring and brave.
They have been enslaved,
By their thoughts of a fading greatness.
Rapidly becoming nonexistent.
And this twistedness,
Has brought them to the edge of doom.
He fights to bring them clarity.
He hopes to awaken them soon.
He is too good for them.
And those who are aware...
Wishes his reign,
Does not come to late.
To avoid their agony, further shame...
And more pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt.
Graham Greene in The Human Factor (1978)
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Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt.
quote by Henry Graham Greene
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Worst Person
i am a worst person
worst person who wish to kill my enemy
i want to kill them until they ask for a pity
kill them until their tears is falling
until their blood flow like a river
i want to see them screaming
screaming to me with tears of blood
blood of their own
i want to revenge for justice
justice that im asking for so long
so long that I've been to silence
so long that I'm crying as i sleep
because before i have no strength to fight
but now i found my strength
i don't have to cry as i sleep
my face will be brighten again
if i will kill them
i can taste the sweetness of a revenge
i don't have a pity with them anymore
because i am a worst person
poem by Shirralyn Poquiz
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Sold Me Out
I always knew that theyd get me somehow sooner or later,
But with a bullet in the head, a knife in the back,
Not a pocket calculator.
Sorry mister, youre all wiped up,
Youre all washed up,
Sold you out.
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Cant decide, cause theres no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Cant compete with the competition.
Youre always complaining,
Its so depressing,
But if youre old enough,
Start to confess it.
You say, you sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself,
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth,
Because you sold me out.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now its every man for himself.
Work all your life, put the money in the bank,
Sign on the dotted line.
Try to draw it out, the jokes on you,
Put up the empty sign.
Sorry mister, were all sold out.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
You, Im talkin to you.
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth.
And sell you out,
Like you sold me out.
Are you in so deep, that you cant get out?
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Cant decide, cause theres no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Cant compete with the competition.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Jealousy
(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine?
(Jealousy) I cop attain and bought a house then came
(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name?
(Jealousy) I could kill you or leave you shamed
(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy
(Jealousy) It can get you killed
song performed by by Ghostface Killah from Bulletproof Wallets
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Old Friend 4 Sale
The sun set in the west this mornin'
4 I know, I know L.A. is callin'
Bad news, Steve said, and people are talkin'
They say your kingdom is fallin', yeah
They say U lost your fire
When another musician U hired
Little do they know, U wouldn't have passed go
Unless they could take U higher, yeah
The sun set in my heart this afternoon
4 2 friends of mine got stuck in the snow
In Uptown when winter's alarmin', oh
Cocaine becomes charmin'
But U talk about things U don't know 'bout
I know, no matter how pleasant your past was
Green and white return 2 blue
U're happy as long as your last buzz
And then U think U want something new, yeah
The sun, the sun set in my mind this evening
4 someone who said they would die 4 me
Sold some, they sold some more pictures and all my little memories
Chump change is 2 unravel the mystery, ah ha
But life is no fun, life ain't no fun without fantasy
Some things are better left unsaid
And some people are better left untrusted
Maybe, maybe, maybe it'll all make sense when I'm dead
When I'm dead
Old friends 4 sale
Get'em while the gettin' is hot
Watch out, they'll kiss U until they get what U got
And they'll show U the friends that they're not
Old friends 4 sale
song performed by by Prince
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Stay Out and Keep Away
Hypothetically insinuated,
Or suggested by opinion.
A picture paints what the message is.
If it is subjected on a focus...
To depict an imagery,
Hyped to be solicited.
People grow tired,
Of those delusioned by pretensions.
An isolated scene as viewed,
To be cutoff from the reality...
Of a life that is lived but distanced.
By those believing their traditions...
Valued as a standard kept.
With a maintaining of a teased jealousy.
And...
Will provide sustaining subsistance,
With perceptions a way of life they live...
Is envied!
Well...
Foolish is the fence fortified,
They have surrounded themselves...
To convince.
With signs posted that display,
'Stay Out and Keep Away From The Fence'
Will someday be taken serious...
By those delivering a dwindling of supplies.
'Should we continue to play along with their lies?
Or ignore them as has been 'our' intention.
With the backdoor feeding of them.
Or keep the supplies for ourselves? '
~Suppose the media gets a sniff of this? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For them to perceive the advantage of defeating the enemy, they must also have their rewards.
Overthrown Innocence
There was a girl who wished to play
Outside of her castle here she stayed
But she was a princess; beauty renown
And someone wanted her to be overthrown
Kingdoms away was a girl of jealousy
Hearing of the princess, she became a banshee
Screaming for days, her anger set alight
Then came a plan, turning day to night
So Innocence was forced to flee
Through the lands and across the sea
The girl ran, tears flowing again and again
As she headed towards the tallest mountain
Jealousy grew impatient; a beast
'I want her heart for my feast'
The snow was then stained; blood red
And Innocence was overthrown; dead...
poem by Silly Artist
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Waiting For Yesterday
IT'S A LONG WALK BACK TO REALITY
SHE PUTS ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL OF SHAME SHE MADE SO LONG AGO
TRYING OT FIGURE OUT WHERE THINGS WENT WRONG
SEARCHING THROUGH ALL THE LIES SHE TOLD
SOMEHOW SHE MISSED OUT ON ALL THE THINGS THAT SHE NEEDED MOST
DAYS SPENT WONDERING WHY THIS LIFE IS SO COLD AND NOTHING EVER CHANGES
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
TRYING TO FIND HIS SELF CONFIDENCE
ANOTHER BROKEN HEART BEHIND THE PAINLESS SMILE THAT HE SHOWS
REMINDED THAT YESTERDAY IS SO FAR GONE AND TOMORROW IS STILL A MIRACLE
SOMEHOW HE MISSED OUT ON ALL THE THINGS THAT HE NEEDED MOST
DAYS SPENT WONDERING WHY THIS LIFE IS SO CRUEL AND NOTHING EVER CHANGES
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
TOMORROW'S STILL A MIRACLE
song performed by by 12 Stones
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Stroll into Your Limelight!
Stroll into your limelight!
Brave.
Let gusto push you front and center.
Others still wait for unanswered prayers,
Stored and saved...
To show gold fingers to adorn deflated egos.
Attached without obstacles...
Gift wrapped and packaged to camouflage pain!
Trinkets can be sold, borrowed and stolen.
Faith is not a commodity!
Discovery is bliss...
If you,
Stroll into your limelight!
Brave.
Say goodbye to nightmares.
Say goodbye to foolishness,
Trapped by the passing of hat tricks!
And dare your dreams to come true!
Demand they appear.
Not as others wish they do for you!
But as you know them to be!
It's time for you to shine.
You can!
Just do.
Be brave...
Stroll into your limelight,
And glow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Be Yourself I Think, Is Still My Best Foot Forward
if i set my standards high
i may be defeating myself
if i walk too fast
my feet may be left somewhere
in the mud
if i put my best foot forward
it may not be the
best
it may even be the worst
i just want to be myself
my best or my worst
whatever
that you must accept
i am looking for the gate
that says
Know Thyself
and the one that says
By All Means You are Accepted
then i press
Enter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Got Love For Sale
Your conditions red, you cant get to bed
Your eyes are full of tears
Youve got headache, heartache, a pain you cant take
I am who you have to fear
Your observations correct
Im someone you cant neglect
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
You buy the magazine, in between the lines
You see my face, you read my name
And you can have me for one price, baby
You must have heard of my fee
You know you need me, I know you want me
cause Im a living cross your heart man
Youve got to have me, cant live without me
cause Im the one and only yes I am
Ive got love for sale
And my love will not fail you
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no oh, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale), yeah
Ive got love for sale
And my love will not fail you
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale), yeah
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale, yeah
song performed by by Kiss
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Locked Doors And Slow Closing Walls
In the aftermath of truth.
And the leaving behind,
The debris of wasted time.
Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Block and find themselves trapped...
Behind their locked doors and slow closing walls,
With hearts pounding and feeling chased...
Each step they take in a space,
Where a pacing being done becomes limited?
Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Ever discover...
What time for them it is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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