Upbringing and Demeanor
From on the sidelines,
And from behind backs of others.
They will peek and whisper their false tales,
On those they wish to see fail and falter.
Those they wish to see internally bleed.
With a crawling done upon their knees.
And those they may even call 'friends'.
That's how sick this addiction is fed to them.
This truth would be sadder than that,
If those blinded performing these acts.
Could see themselves and their choice of attack.
But they can not.
For them it is part of their upbringing and demeanor.
To scheme and plot as their own crops rot.
But when one has been nutured,
With a mindset like that.
They have been numed to clues,
As to the depth of their own victimization.
And the weight they place upon their own backs.
But a complaining they do with voices loud and clear
As to who amongst them is not making attempts to share.
With their experiences that will make a difference.
And these backbiters are all over the place,
Unconsciously disgracing themselves.
And this can not be blamed on the children.
These examples are implanted by the adults.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having Very Little Fun
There are those
Still wanting to play hide n' go seek!
With truth and reality...
As if in their aging days...
It is okay to sneak a peek!
Wanting to be chased...
Leaving behind excuses left as clues.
They may not know where they are,
Even though you do!
But choose not to!
Let them play...
These adults are the reason,
Most children are lost today!
Let them play!
They will never admit to what they've done.
Even though the rest of us are paying...
At a losing game,
And having very little fun!
Many can claim,
Those actions have brought them none!
With nothing that is gained to show...
Or to prove anyone can win,
When blinded eyes can not see,
What they have ignorantly begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love to Hate
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part of our responsibility as parents, as adults, is to set examples for children. But we have to like children in order to be really happy fulfilled adults.
quote by Bobby McFerrin
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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A statement: children who watch violent TV programmes tend to be more violent when they grow up. But did the TV cause the violence, or do violent children preferentially enjoy watching violent programmes? Very likely both are true. Commercial defenders of TV violence argue that anyone can distinguish between television and reality. But Saturday morning children’s programmes now average 25 acts of violence per hour. At the very least this desensitizes young children to aggression and random cruelty. And if impressionable adults can have false memories implanted in their brains, what are we implanting in our children when we expose them to some 100,000 acts of violence before they graduate from elementary school?
Carl Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
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Many Muddied Sluggers Live With Something To Prove
Slime backs,
Who are slime backs...
Will slime back.
On backs.
Slime backs,
Who are slime backs...
Will slime back.
On backs.
Many mud sluggers thowing sludge,
Don't think they're slime backs...
Sliming back.
Those mud sluggers throwing sludge,
Don't think they're slime backs...
Sliming back.
Slime backs,
Who are slime backs...
Will slime back.
On backs.
Slime backs,
Who are slime backs...
Will slime back,
On backs.
Those mud sluggers throwing sludge...
Are slime backs,
Sliming back!
And many muddied sluggers live with something to prove...
Are slime backs,
Sliming back.
Mud sluggers living lives with nothing else to do...
Are slime backs,
Sliming back.
Slime backs,
Who are slime backs...
Will slime back,
On other backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Sick
I'm so sick of the worthlessness,
Your brutal attacks.
The people bent over,
To be whipped on their backs.
So sick of the falsehood,
The folklore, the lies.
The cries of a mother,
Who's only son dies.
So sick of the emptiness,
At the end of the world.
Hurt from the bruises,
From being 'your girl.'
Sick of 'I miss you's'
So glad that you're gone.
Yet still blinded by tears,
That drown out the dawn.
So sick of your cheating,
You replaced me too quick.
But what this comes down to,
Is Baby, Your Sick!
poem by Em Jay Christian
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Falling From Failed Indignities
What game is played fair,
When some are blinded on the playing field.
And others are encouraged to practice,
To ensure defeat before opponents 'selected'
Meet.
Some feel they have the right,
To dictate what others should do...
At 'their' presumed guaranteed disadvantage.
Only when those of 'sin'
Have their backs up against the wall,
Falling from failed indignities administered
Is there a call...
Loud and clear,
That hostilities should not be used,
To motivate those handicapped and winning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Familiar
From spawn soundtrack
Could there be a familiar ring everytime I sing about
Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt i, i
Reiterate to my jaw is off-set,
But Ill say it again anyway,
What you give it what you get!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x2 smacked in the face again.
So when the door comes swinging back around and the taste
Of familiar medicine is abound on your breath, breath, breath
Please dont come crawling back to me,
Cuz youll know what Ill say
Brother let your knees bleed please!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x7 smacked in your face again
X4 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
X2:
Oooh oh
song performed by by Incubus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unwanted Children
when i looked into this childs eyes
i saw the hurt, the pain, and i began to cry.
it was a house of despair
the homeless and unwanted children
all lived there.
all their lives they searched for love
and a place to live
so much love they had to give.
all they wanted or needed
was a loving family.
is this too much to ask from you or me?
how can we go to bed, when they
have no place to rest their heads.
how can we expect these children to survive
when we turn our backs
and close our eyes.
i heard adults say: why should i shed a tear
for a child i did not conceive.
why should i be the one to bereave.
do we still not cry for the death of CHRIST?
he was conceived by another.
wouldn't you be proud
to have been his father or mother?
GOD put all these children on this earth
more than gold i think they; re worth.
let's get them out of that house of despair
and show them all that we do care.
a lttle step goes a long way
and it'll be done day by day.
poem by Louis Rams
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A teacher
“Put up brave front and go ahead”
“Provide leadership and lead”
“Pick up fast and books you read”
Teacher always advised us to head
Notorious children may quarrel and raise voice
Like crowdie place with heavy movement and noise
They will notice teacher’s absence and ready for misadventuare
Ugly scene created without making it sure
Some one may get up to show little finger
Teacher may ask: ” are you feeling any hunger”
He may reply with pain and say” Sir, little call”
If you don’t permit me, I will simply fall
Teacher may think about next move of children
So many excuses for asking favours in turn
Some one with two fingers may ask for permission
“Sir, I have to respond to nature’s call for admission
Such were naughty gestures to be tackled with
They may make different voices with closed teeth
So much innocence with nothing to complain
They may come with lots of reasons but all in vain
You may find no worry on their face
Rush to the ground for play and race
They will fall and get up for next move
Eagerness on their part to show and prove
If we fail to deliver basic knowledge
They will fail to cover ground and mileage
What is their fault if we don’t prepare them for worst?
How will they know real value of tests for coming first?
It is very fast slipping away from our hand
They turn enemies before becoming friends
Good fatherly advices fall on deaf ears
Its clear impact will be known after years
We do and perform what is expected from us?
We wish to train them but mainly can’t focus
The level is deteriorating and slipping away
Teacher’s have no choice but to make the way
No nation can progress if it lacks expertise with promise
The new generation has to be prepared to rise
Who else can do it without help from teacher?
He is the force behind and can act as architecher
Teacher only can guide and take to the door steps
If there is place called like heaven wihoutm traps
He is mentor as well as guide and philosopher
We as whole may progress, excel and prosper
Let he be the sole propritor of this field
Let no one exert pressure or influence to yield
This will degenerate or fail the entire process
Future generation may be deprived of good access
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Teacher's woe
“Put up brave front and go ahead”
“Provide leadership and lead”
“Pick up fast and books you read”
Teacher always advised us to head
Notorious children may quarrel and raise voice
Like crowdie place with heavy movement and noise
They will notice teacher’s absence and ready to poise
Ugly scene with …………………………..
Some one may get up to show little finger
Teacher may ask: ” are you feeling any hunger”
He may reply with pain and say” Sir, little call”
If you don’t permit me, I will simply fall
Teacher may think about next move of children
So many excuses for asking favours in turn
Some one with two fingers may ask for permission
“Sir, I have to respond to nature’s call for admission
Such were naughty gestures to be tackled with
They may make different voices with closed teeth
So much innocence with nothing to complain
They may come with lots of reasons but all in vain
You may find no worry on their face
Rush to the ground for play and race
They will fall and get up for next move
Eagerness on their part to show and prove
If we fail to deliver basic knowledge
They will fail to cover ground and mileage
What is their fault if we don’t prepare them for worst?
How will they know real value of tests for coming first?
It is very fast slipping away from our hand
They turn enemies before becoming friends
Good fatherly advices fall on deaf ears
Its clear impact will be known after years
We do and perform what is expected from us?
We wish to train them but can’t focus
The level is deteriorating and slipping away
Teacher’s have no choice but to make the way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There's A Place In Hell For Me And My Friends
There is a place
Reserved
For me and my friends
And when we go
We all will go
So you see
I'm never alone
There is a place
With a bit more time
And a few more
Gentler words
And looking back
We will forgive
(We had no choice
We always did)
All that we hope
Is when we go
Our skin
And our blood
And our bones
Don't get in your way
Making you ill
The way they did
When we lived
Oh, there is a place
A place in hell
Reserved
For me and my friends
And if ever I
Just wanted to cry
Then I will
Because I can
song performed by by Morrissey
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Theres A Place In Hell For Me & My Friends
There is a place
Reserved
For me and my friends
And when we go
We all will go
So you see
Im never alone
There is a place
With a bit more time
And a few more
Gentler words
And looking back
We will forgive
(we had no choice
We always did)
All that we hope
Is when we go
Our skin
And our blood
And our bones
Dont get in your way
Making you ill
The way they did
When we lived
Oh, there is a place
A place in hell
Reserved
For me and my friends
And if ever i
Just wanted to cry
Then I will
Because I can
song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Make A Difference!
take your finger from the trigger,
lay down your gun...
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lower your hand, soften your voice,
let go of your anger...
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
put down your checkbook, close the register,
do something you really feel....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
throw out your pill bottle and your pipe,
stand up and face life....
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
turn off your tv and your computer,
get involved with someone in need....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lay down your judgements and your pride,
see people as just people....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Taught To Hate
How many valued relationships,
Have been destroyed...
By those professing to be innocent,
As they depict themselves as victims.
How many are quick to listen,
To those who lie?
Unknowing the ones who do this...
Are seeking more attention yet deceive.
How many are easily duped,
To awaken to learn they have been fools?
And how many discover it is too late,
To appreciate the ones they have been taught to hate.
And...
How many of those who have been hated,
Have turned their backs...
On those who now each other attack?
And...
How many who attack each other like that,
Wish those they should have appreciated...
Returned to defend their backs.
And...
How many who have ever been backstabbed,
Feel honored they have been asked to defend...
Those who had betrayed them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Should Be Teaching
What can be done,
About the failures taking place...
In a system that allows,
A disgrace of education?
With decaying schools teaching methods,
Archaic in presentation?
'Close them.
Just close them all down.
Until an admission of pretentions,
Has been faced without debate.
Why support mediocrity?
When that has been degraded.'
What can be done,
About the failures taking place...
In a system that allows,
A disgrace of education?
'Put a bulldozer to them quick.
Save the taxpayers dollars.
Since truth no one admits.
These institutions,
That put up with a lack of discipline.
With hallways crusted,
As disrespecting loud mouth children...
Are pampered and snuggled,
And tolerated as victims.
When victimization for them is 'in'.
Should be locked out and boot camped.
And made to bloom as rising stars.
Not weeds to be swept away in gutters! '
What can be done,
About the failures taking place...
In a system that allows,
A disgrace of education?
'That depends!
How do these scenes reflect the society?
And how can the people not see them...
Observe this,
Yet defend? '
Hey...
There are still people hooked on celebrating,
Holidays and histories created.
How can you break minds away from that?
When a mindset has been sedated?
'That's a good question.
It might make my top ten list.
I'm still wondering what keeps the Sun round.
When it is not a solid. It's a ball of heated gas.
What's making it stay round like that? '
How do you know it's not a solid?
Have you ever been there?
'No! Don't be so foolish.
But when scientists use terms like 'prominences'
And Chromospheres being above the photosphere.
With the corona being the outer part of the Sun's atmosphere.
Trust me...
They can't explain it either!
And the center of the Sun's core being 27 million degrees? ? ?
Please.
Ain't nuthin solid surviving that!
But what's keeping it 'round' astounds me.'
You should be teaching.
'I substituted once.
For about three years.
Doing that and other 'things'.
Then one day this child threw a chair at me? ? ?
I forget the day.
But that was in 1990.
That was also the last day I entered any school to teach.
Because I instantly had 'visions' of seeing myself handcuffed.
And being led off to prison! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn The Tables
Full assistance to those who bear it all
Unable to fall, waiting patiently
Backs against the wall
Not allowing the weak to dictate, when it's our turn to recover
[chorus]
If your experiences don't compare, just turn the tables
And stop acting like you really care, if you're not stable
Full resistance to those who care at all
Dictating the call, it's consuming us
Backs against the wall
Convincing the meek to dictate all their actions on command
and eviction to those who swear it all
Fit to befall the false memory
Facts begin to stall
Permitting the bleak existence, this is our time to discover
[chorus x2]
There will come a time for us to change things
And I will never strike at you again
I will try to learn to make amends
You will never lesson who I am
Don't be sheltered show me where you've been
Show me where you've been
[chorus x2]
(just turn the tables) [repeat]
Becoming yourself now, achieving what you allow
Don't take it out on us all
Becoming yourself now, achieving what you allow
song performed by by Flaw
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For Those Who Brought That to Others
Everyone they can name is blamed,
For the decline of their fantasized existence.
They insist reality be stopped.
The affects of it keeps them seeking shelter.
As if truth is an illusion that offers escape.
The madness unwraps upon mattresses,
Where no sleeping takes place for them.
They find themselves disgraced!
And faces before them frowning...
Are those who have lost their passion,
To keep up false impressions.
It is difficult to have had...
And to see what was possessed,
Gone.
It is like leaving a masquerade ball for some.
And for many...
They just can not seem to leave at all.
It is hard to feel a pity for their sadness.
It is hard to find a sorrow,
For those who brought that to others.
And turned their backs...
Uncaring and feeling no remorse!
But then,
Of course...
God and the Deities do not like ugly deeds!
Not to self pleasure while others are in need.
This pendulum switch is now witnessed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick.. &.tired.
I'm sick of being sick, and tired of being tired
I'm sick and tired of being, sick and tired
I try to help and look what I get,
A forget you and a butt to kiss.
I Feel left out when I'm in this place,
It like I don't even exist. I'm tired and
Weak, I can no longer defeat.
Like a stray bullet through the chest
Falling straight to my knees. I'm hurt and
Desire for a new life, because the one in stuck with
Is not right. My life is so difficult, part of me wants to stay and
Part of me wants to leave.... I'm making a feeble attempt to no
Longer BREATH.
poem by Diamond Heyward
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Riding Hard On Their Backs
Charading people under steeples,
On their knees praying to keep...
Things!
And their bling.
Don't know that they have reaped,
Deep ditches to reach out...
To be forgiven for their hypocrisies.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
Although those demons seen are riding hard on their backs.
Charading people under steeples,
On their knees praying to keep...
Things!
And their bling.
Don't know that they have reaped,
Deep ditches to reach out...
To be forgiven for their hypocrisies.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
Although those demons seen are riding hard on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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