Use of Methods
The marketing of peace,
Has ceased to be as lucrative...
As the selling of conflict and fear.
And the benefactors are doing their best,
To create a fresh disease.
Since the levels of panic,
Have become less effective as expected.
And the use of methods no longer linger,
To upset the celebration of holidays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday Yets
You know the holidays
are the best
and the worst.
Expectations rise
to levels so high
that they surely
cannot ever be reached.
Then there is the commercialization
and the money we all feel we need
to buy the gifts
which our relatives
may or may not need.
While joy in the giving
is there
also the feeling that
you don't have enough money
to participate
or your gift
is not as good a gift
as the other one
the brother-in-law gives;
you know the brother-in-law
who gives
just to throw
his money around.
.
Oh how I wish the
holidays
had more celebration in them.
And then the bills
come in January
preceded by New Year's Eve
New Year's Eve that can be both anxiety-ridden
and wonderful.
What have I achieved this year?
If dating
who is this person
and will they be there next year?
Or my God
they just might be
and I don't know how
I feel about that'
or worse I could be
all alone next New Years Eve.
Yes, the holidays;
wonderful
and as I say;
Yet?
Let me out of the holidays
I need a year
to rest.
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Without A Fear Of Being Smeared
What neccessitates,
An urgent and immediate response...
With a preventing of decay,
Has joined the marketing of peace.
As something declared as a priority.
Like education and jobs!
And the outsourcing done of both...
To feed those teased by greed.
But...
As a lucrative commodity?
Nothing beats an updating of a repeated fad.
Kept fashionable until something else comes along.
Or someone who has the backing to make an attempt,
To awaken people from their nonsense.
Without a fear of being publicly smeared,
By those who have embedded delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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YOU Are An Inspiration
You want me to create for you a job?
So you can do what?
Pester me about your lunch breaks?
Make personal phone calls at my expense?
Call in sick once every two weeks?
Get upset because someone else deserving,
Gets a raise?
Lie about being harrassed on the job?
Do much less than what is expected?
And then demand more pay...
Benefits.
Vacation time.
And expectations for a promotion...
To further expose your incompetence?
AND have a union back your laziness too?
I produce a product to be sold,
At a price people can afford.
And I can not do that,
Paying you much more than that product is worth.
Plus,
You want me to pay for your luxurious lifestyle.
When it would be more lucrative for me to get you,
A full time psychiatrist and use you as a tax write-off.
Hey...
I think I'm onto something.
YOU are an inspiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creating Illusions To Delude
Only during the Olympic Games,
Are billions of people the world over...
Given a vision of unity.
To witness the reality of true atheletes.
Those who are at their greatest mental,
And physical peaks.
While those of lesser performance skills,
Choose to isolate themselves,
Within images of divisions with a practicing done...
Of effective hatred,
Seem to be the ones...
Marketing to impose their darkest fears,
Promoting threats of all losing their interests...
To those on the prowl with wishes of conquests,
To end those peaceful nights with endless conflict.
After...
Ceremonies to celebrate humanity...
Returns to business as usual.
However...
None of that nonsense is tolerated,
Or even mentioned...
During special events such as the Olympics.
National holidays,
Or...
During the Oscar ceremonies,
When everyone wants to know...
Who has been chosen the best,
In creating illusions to delude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A More Celebratory Festive Mood
A new mandate ordered to ease provoke those already disorderly,
Is to take away all attention focused on the economy....
And bombard everyone to fear yet another disease.
Just as the season shifts,
From the humidity of Summer...
To the dropping of Autumn leaves.
With a cure sure to be discovered...
To save those rushing to be innoculated,
In the hopes lives are spared...
To share and celebrated the upcoming holidays.
When everyone including terrorists...
Are found in a more celebratory festive mood.
After using an approved and effective medication.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace and Conflict
Peace is laughter ike a musical bell,
Conflict is people crying,
Peace is everything being well,
Conflit is people dieing,
Peace is a very wonderful thing,
Conflict can be used t pursue peace,
Peace is a sound that makes you sing,
Conflict is the least luxurious thing,
Peace is sought after
And sometimes found,
Confit is punishment,
Paying the price,
Peace is being on safe ground,
Conflict makes people with heart of ice,
Peace you find in your heart,
Conflict tears our minds apart,
So remember these words and you'll live well,
Peace is laughter like a musical bell...
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Memories
The summers were longer, they went on forever
Oh and the sky so blue
We never worried about anything
We didnt question the nature of things
We didnt want to know
Talking in whispers and wondering
Oh and I loved you so
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget when youre grown
We dream in the night, of mythical days
And nights in white satin
But when the child wakes, the fantasy breaks
We didnt know what the future would bring
We didnt want to know
Something was growing inside me
Oh and I loved you so
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget when youre grown
Photographs, faded photographs
Holidays, summer holidays
First love, broken promises
All a play, Im going back to yesterday
The feeling was stronger, if went on forever
Oh and your eyes were true
We were so wrapped up in all of our dreams
We didnt care what the future would bring
We didnt want to know
Talking in whispers and wondering
Oh and I loved you so......
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget when youre grown
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Fresh Blood
Now confessions have been professed.
After heartbreaks have occurred,
And many needless deaths...
Have been left to upset!
Now...
Confessions have been professed,
But why not before?
Before a book has been written?
And before the media is contacted?
To get one publicity and press...
Before a book release,
With a promise of lucrative sells to impress.
Fresh blood is on the table!
Fresh blood is there!
But not to clear a consciousness.
Of 'that' you can bet.
One of morals and consciousness,
Had never expressed that at all,
To be intially something they had...
To have others believe and made aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Treasure
The answer of gold is a saying you try,
That golden object may be needed afterwards.
Anybody will create a plain method,
The same methods are the plain methods.
Gold is plainly not silver, and both shine,
The method is the same, and we are the method.
To keep treasure in our gardens
Is the desire of all who are tame with riches
And wealth, the methods are similar,
They are so very similar.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Window Dressing
They would rather not,
Have their dirty laundry exposed locally...
On the streets.
To them that is offensive.
And the mention of this,
By those wishing to unite their efforts...
Is considered negative.
And methods used to keep people divided,
Remain.
However,
If probed nationally on TV...
This allows an ineffective leadership,
To solicit for funding.
With visits to neighbors long neglected.
With a window dressing...
Complete with dignitaries smiling,
Pushing new brooms followed by children...
With a showing of their support,
As a way of approaching urban renewal.
And a hopeful boost to superficial images...
Fresh tee shirts worn with uplifting slogans are shown.
With all agreeing they are doing the best they can.
But could use additional benefactors to aid their cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed for what It Is
There is one thing about dissension,
And those in positions who continually present it.
Their pretentions of doing away with its effects,
By showing the negative aspects of it kept...
Is at best,
Re-enforcing.
And when this is observed for what it is...
As those caught up in the promoting of its negativity,
It becomes quite clear to me...
The intent.
The intent is to keep those mostly affected...
Emotionally incensed, embittered and bothered.
Although expected they are to be forgiving.
Knowing they have been given free tickets,
To review their disparites staged.
With a marketing to those unconscious well received.
And this is bought, bittened and chewed to digest,
On a daily basis to achieve expected effects that create...
A sickened misguidance of the use of theater space.
And a waste of its resources done...
To impose the manifesting and class structure of ideals.
And if it isn't? What else is it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make each day Valentine's Day and create a heaven of earth
We all know
That we are here
On this earth
Because of love
And we are sustaining
Because of love
Generations ahead
Depend on the love
We are going to demonstrate
We have been advancing
Our ways of living
And enhancing our levels of comforts
In the process we lost sight
Of the above fact
And we need a day’s celebration
To keep us reminded
Of the above universal truth
It looks
We started believing that
Life is driven by the fuel of
Money, power and fame
And no longer
Life is to be lived and enjoyed
With the nectar of love and affection
And it is enough we live a day each year
Demonstrating our love to others
On this Valentine ’s Day
Let us make
Each day Valentine’s Day
Express and demonstrate
Love for all people around
And for all living things around
And create a heaven of earth
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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To Be As It Is to Please Those Who Enjoy That
It is what it is!
No matter if one's perception,
Does not reflect
What another should accept.
One who finds comfort...
Whether in chaos or conflict that sits.
If it is what it is,
And those have no problem with it...
Have ceased their explorations.
They express no desire,
To make something else from them...
And for them alone not to fit!
Then one who sees this activity differently,
Has a choice to leave it alone and split.
And in the leaving one discovers,
A peace of mind one takes away...
From that which isn't!
Since others see not.
And that which has been declared as 'is'
Finds its own purpose.
And 'is' to be left alone to be just that!
What it is.
Nothing more will it choose to be.
And choosing to see what is for what it isn't...
Provides no progess at all!
Not for the one seeking fresh...
Instead of familiar stale air which is kept,
As it is left!
To be as it is.
To please those who enjoy that!
Whatever that may be.
That which 'is' that leaves them pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A more effective international disease surveillance system is essential for global security both against a bioterrorist attack or a naturally occurring disease.
quote by Daniel Akaka
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You go into the disease as one person and come out of it as a different person. It has changed my perspective on everything. Things that used to upset me no longer do.
quote by Grete Waitz
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When in some communities selling drugs is so lucrative that that's a pretty big enticement that we have to break down. Part of that is by making opportunities and paying decent wages.
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Increasing Flame
Increasing flame!
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
There is a flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
Increasing flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
No peace has been released.
The heat has been increased.
The people are in fear...
And its the people who flee.
No peace has been released.
The heat has been increased.
The people are in fear...
And its the people who flee.
There is a flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
Who peddles it?
This evil that exists.
The people must insist,
A stopping to this evil.
Who peddles it?
This evil that exists.
The people must insist,
A stopping to this evil.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
There is a flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
No peace has been released.
The heat has been increased.
The people are in fear...
And its the people who flee.
Increasing flame!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any change in form produces a fear of change, and that has accelerated. Marketing is the death of invention, because marketing deals with the familiar.
quote by Nicolas Roeg
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In Fear to Test
Those who are afraid to take steps forward,
After learning how to walk.
Should not be upset,
By the expression of someone else's disrespect.
That should be expected!
Since one's idea of progress...
Is a concept they are in fear to test!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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