Waning Faster Than The First Quarter Moon
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences faced,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
What's going on?
A clarity approaching its defining hour!
Opening the eyes of those,
Transfixed upon luxuries...
Traumaticized and shocked,
To find their obsession to possess things...
Blocked.
Sustaining to maintain proper etiquette,
Seems to be waning faster...
Than the first quarter moon,
Rising at noon.
Seen high overhead at sunset.
To leave at the stroke of midnight.
And soon to forget.
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences many face,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
Many are discovering,
Reality is blind...
To race, creed or divisions of ethnic lines.
Drawn to separate,
By those using skills of corruption.
Finding themselves abundantly entitled,
With written documents...
Inked and feathered quilled,
On aged parchment.
Dignifying a time that has long lost its significance.
And a meaning of ideals no one has followed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tribes Descendent
Peaceful!
With the purity,
Of the heavens above them then.
They would gather in harmony.
And respect those divisions.
Each speaking in languages understood.
Natives of a land long claimed.
Natives of a land from under them renamed.
Peaceful!
Tribes descendent...
Of Chinese, African and Aztec hues.
Fulfilling lives blessed,
From Sunrise to Sunset.
Until unrest came upon them to upset.
By settlers protesting...
In a collective reason to rid themselves,
From those they chose to welcome first!
To then declare them enemies and terrorists.
With a confiscation done of their resources.
To quench the greed of a gluttonous thirst.
In a slaughterous genocide that took place.
And this is not scripted,
From fantasized beginnings!
But the ending of these strategies,
Will find a more sudden and diplomatic change.
One perhaps not totally accepted.
But one definitely 'encouraged' to believe in!
Since the consequences to be left...
Will not be painted against pretty sunsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suffering From The Exhaustion
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Is not the fault of those...
Who have been hired to service,
Their needing to feast.
Or those who came to warn,
Of leaner days ahead.
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Has been self inflicted.
With a sweetened ignorance,
All fed upon to do to choose...
A doing exactly what they pleased.
No matter who was stepped on or over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Republic of Macedonia is being built on democratic ideals and values, not on ethnic groups. Those ideals and values include economic opportunities, language and educational opportunities, religious rights, and political processes.
quote by Boris Trajkovski
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These 'Paying The Consequences' Days Being Paid
They are all over the place.
There is no escaping from them.
Acknowledging their presence...
Is all that it takes.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
They are...
All over the place!
Deceivers, heartbreakers...
And conflict makers.
Backstabbers igniting,
Divisions with infighting.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Hasn't the rise of ignoring disrespect,
And the lack of discipline...
Taught anyone 'anything',
About what ignoring 'something' begins?
I bet many are learning...
What paying the consequences means for them.
These 'paying the consequences' days being paid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Greatest Achievements
The tragedy is not in the aftermath,
When ruins are created to be experienced.
The tragedy experienced is admitting,
The aftermath had opportunities to be avoided.
And those addicted to ceremonies,
To praise themselves...
Are the most likely to find what they've done,
Historically considered to be their greatest achievements.
No need to seek to locate the evidence.
An awakening provides an abundance of proof.
Although sadly enough,
Many enjoy the parading of the pomp and circumstance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greed
How much do you really want?
If you had it would it really solve your problems?
Do you realise the pain it causes
Struggling for something you may never get
How much would you sacrifice if I told you I could change your life?
You don't have to take on my advice
Don't do something that you might regret
How much do you really need?
Is it justified or is it greed?
If you satisfy your vanity
If you get to where you think you wanna go
How much is it gonna take?
Will you see it through or will you break?
Cos in the end what will you have to show?
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
How much do you really feel?
Can you recognise when something's real?
Do you live your life by fake ideals?
Do you think that one day you will get the chance?
What happens if you don't achieve
Will it be enough if you believe
You can just rely on destiny
Don't you know your fate is in your hands
How much is enough for you?
When you reach the top what will you do?
Will you look around for something new?
Without the destination will you carry on?
Will you try day after day
Pretend you don't hear what they say?
What would you do if all your pride was gone?
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Cos material possessions ain't the world
(Ain't the world)
Nobody ever bought you happiness with diamonds or pearls
(Diamonds or pearls)
You've gotta look at this for what they really are
(What they really are)
Or you'll find yourself wanting more
Going way too far
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Life can be lonely
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Life can be lonely
Just take it slowly...
song performed by by Liberty X from Thinking It Over
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Men now monopolize the upper levels... depriving women of their rightful share of opportunities for incompetence.
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Beyond Our Absency
Disregarding the opportunities that we meet/
Ignoring our most important responsibilities/
Unfortunately
Unwillingly we loose our most valuable years and their chances/
As we earn instead regrets/
The weakness of the will/
The loose of the faith/
Leads us to concern about our futures/
As with time we loose self confidant/
Disregarding of others capabilities to bear our immorality/
Our ignorance against other's feelings/
Leads us to disturbance/
As well as the loose of our most important relationships/
The avoidance and the fear to make a change/
In rough of importance of our cases to make a change/
Leads our lives as well as other people's lives/
Those who are the most valuable existence and the essential realities of our lives/
To never-ending sufferings/
Unfortunately sometimes unconsciously/
We do harm ourselves and people around/
We do care and love them/
Because of a very silly reasons we do harm them and ourselves/
Absency at the near future while we feel the results of the past faults/
While we suffer we forget that those are the results of our absence and unawareness/
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Soon Such Revelations Come!
Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they have been blocked out!
But by what?
Or who...
Would destroy their gluttony.
And rip them apart,
To expose their guts!
Trembling in their hearts.
With an unfamiliar humbling...
Felt inside.
And trying to deny.
Yet can not hide...
The fear shown in their eyes.
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Out witted by their own dimwit ways.
And relying upon the ignorance displayed...
By a people entertained,
To feed continued greed.
A greed now all finding...
From them being released and freed.
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
An unfamiliar humbling comes!
A 'deity' of unmeasurable consciousness,
Has arrived to stop them in the midst.
And they can not believe it!
They can not perceive,
This Supreme 'consciousness' they can not see...
Has selected to bring them to their knees in defeat!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
That we...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.
And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.
And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they've been blocked out!
But by what?
Or who...
Would do this to those,
Who have chosen to keep...
Their thieving protected!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never been alone!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
With some burning with a stinging...
To singe their lost souls.
Exposed!
With no where for them to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indebted to Greed
When you perceived my abilities useless,
And of them you had no need.
You reduced from yourself,
A need I could feed you believed.
An assisting of your prosperity.
Your only vision was to prevent me,
From succeeding.
And in doing so.
You increased your own limitations,
That affected your own opportunities.
People like you,
Believe to have money is success.
But it is the deed that is exchanged,
That feeds the need.
Money alone eventually weakens and depletes.
And a hoarding of it without it circulating,
Defeats the purpose of its use what is valued.
People creating uses of it.
Find they've become abundantly rich.
And you.
Have found yourself indebted to greed.
Eliminating, outsourcing to downsize and layoff.
Has affected your selfish obsession at a high cost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deluge Aftermath
Deluge aftermath
lies on a pyre of laughter -
sardonic laughter -
holocryptic in its litter of
charms and pangs of incence.
Deluge aftermath
swears oaths of allegiance to
waning day, refraining from
tales of calm and religious prescience;
it recalls the aftermath of the
Deluge of Noah.
Deluge aftermath
rests with inveterate slumber
earned in the cataract of
puissant vices upon lonesome,
green artifacts of a laconic culture.
Deluge aftermath
looms across the dark visage of
waste,
and atop glow-lines of garden lamps
and posts of decaying flames.
Deluge aftermath
crowns crabs monarchs of floods,
and frogs, adjutants of water regiment,
within breaths of rain.
Deluge aftermath
nubiferous - hanging old shrouds
of weeping clouds on the meek contours of
familiar skies to jeer downward.
Deluge aftermath,
bleaching the whited sepulchers
like elephants killed by lightning
in an unread plague of rain;
unearthing fossils of mosquitoes
about to become fuel,
and tickling the ribs of streams
to laugh and grow fat.
Deluge aftermath
dampens the hearth and the phalli -
two hot and intemperate organs
of warmth and man,
cringing in the event of the
breaking of the huge gourd
sitting on the earth-pillars.
Deluge aftermath -
one small flood for a community
and a giant inundation
for the aftermath of mankind.
poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The Best Of Images That Represent
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Retooling of An Imbalance
A retooling of an imbalance comes.
To chase away the doldrums,
Forced to molest...
An unending quest for greed.
Opportunities now exist,
For the blinded ones to see...
Isolation that fed on seperateness,
And divisions of democracy...
Not only bred a disrespect,
But a loss of a dependency.
Inflicting the abilities...
And gifts of others.
No matter of one's looks or of color!
Without perceiving those basic needs,
All shared with one another!
Like desired dreams to live in peace and harmony.
Regardless of race, heritage or creed.
We are aboard this ship together!
And if it sinks...
Everyone suffers.
Everyone bleeds!
Drowning in aborted hopes...
We all observe as witnesses,
Slip from us to recede.
Repossessed from us and leave.
A retooling of an imbalance comes.
To chase away the doldrums,
Forced to molest...
An unending quest for greed.
And a dawning on the horizon...
Comes along with a Sunrise seen.
And the foolishness is swept away,
Of a kept unconsciousness...
Once darkening an enlightenment,
Now shining brightly it seems.
To rejuvenate truth and diminished realities.
This time with everyone praying...
Sensibilities accepted remains to stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is A Fraud?
Interests of the people should always be conveyed as a whole.
While divisions indeed do exist, we can not let a select elite few dictate the choices for us all.
For the majority not a minority.
Let there be no seniority.
A special interests to those deemed appropriate by the paper strewn across the sky.
Which keeps being printed with no consequences in mind.
A ride that the lines keep getting longer each time.i
Soon no one will come for the wait itself because it is not worth the debate.
When the accomplishments are of a single entity with no defining merits of legitimacy.
The meaning of one word defines a lie spread abroad.
That is what we all know as a fraud.
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Life just 10% of what happens and 90% of how you react
Life 10% what happens and 90% your reaction on the happenings
We are free to choose
Our response in any given situation
But we are not free to
Choose the consequences of those actions
Our actions,
Those governed by right principles
Bring positive results
Dishonesty in dealing can
Bring social consequences,
Depending on whether or not
We are found out
And
Also are our natural consequences
Fix result of our actions,
Which Indian Philosophy puts as Karma
That means our choice of response, in a way,
Is our choice of consequences
The important and decisive factor in life
Is not what happens to us
But, the way
We take towards what happens
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Aftermath
Words and music by bob seger and craig frost
Dressed up to the nines
Dancin three-quarter time
The champagne is on ice
No ones gonna guess
In your brand new dress
Girl, you sure look nice
Have a good time
Honey, dont look back
Stone in the middle of the aftermath
Dont wink, dont blink
Dont let 'em think
His leavins got you down
Stand straight, hang tough
When they bring it up
Baby hold your ground
If they pry, dont sigh
Pass it off with a laugh
Its all part of living through the aftermath
You can do it honey
Keep that smile so sunny
You can show them what they want to see
Yes, you can
Its a cold, hard scene
The singles thing
Losers everywhere
And it hurts to the bone
Headin home alone
When someone used to be there
So you take a few falls
And you learn to bounce back
Its all part of living through the aftermath
Living through the aftermath
Baby, dont look back
Its the aftermath
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Clear Divisions
Distant,
And persistent...
In shifting an accountability.
Consistent is this escape they make.
Accusations made by them...
Must be part of their genetic tree.
Everything they do in error,
In history is declared a victory.
And observations filmed in Hollywood...
Tells a conflicting story on the streets.
The unity proclaimed is attached to decadence.
Clear divisions are split by race.
And strategically they show who progresses.
With oppressive measures that suppresses.
And the greed that has fed their gluttonous needs...
Digresses their unconsciousness,
Coiled in an economic mess protested.
Affected by debits...
Credited to their feeding of increased deceit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crisis Intervention
If it was never what it was.
Quilled in ink,
To seep in sacred parchment.
Or upheld as it should have been,
With ideals to reach.
And keep as an objective...
As a mindset for all to respect.
Why are those now saying...
A way of life victimized,
By their own blindness...
Has been threatened.
To become a socialistic one.
From a 'republic'!
No one stood to honor.
And striking within those...
Stunned by the prospects of change.
When the opportunists have been few...
To totally abuse a concept defaced.
And depleted the many into an economic abyss.
To leave them screaming about the advantages,
Of a democracy envisioned to entertain...
That has outsourced their way of life.
Every aspect of it!
With goods they use,
Produced on foreign soil.
And manufactured to their specifications!
For many generations kept spoiled...
By the imports of cheap oil.
The luxuries of pomp and gluttony,
Heads into tempestuous winds!
The only thing left that seems to have existing value,
And praised as a badge of courage...
Is the respect they maintain for what remains,
Of a much hyped propaganda.
And the successive use of hypocritical rhetoric.
Pledged and obeyed.
Now promoted as crisis intervention!
In an effort to save a self serving...
Conservative greed.
Never mentioned as a format for success.
But is worshipped on every college campus.
Yet masked by theft, corruption and deceit!
A path paved by materialistic meanderings.
Polished by qualities they fed to bleed others.
With a blatant silkened fist.
Although to their neglect and misfortunes...
Coming for them to an end,
With embarrassments attached.
Without matched pretensions to introduce,
Such a swift unexpected death...
Of those 'capitalistic' rights believed,
And studied with self righteousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Disputes They Arrived
No one disputes they arrived here centuries ago,
To find God.
And they believed The Almighty was in 'things' valued.
Maybe now that their discovery uncovering their greed,
Is coming to an end.
Perhaps their journey to find God will continue,
For them!
And, who knows...
This time a focus may produce results.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Their Final Breath Is Exhaled
Would you want to know how and when you'll die?
I mean in terms of hereditary disease,
Scientists are currently trying to explain why,
Their propaganda is being used to appease.
It's all for the future good of our health,
Well that's what they'd have you believe,
If truth be told its deceit by stealth,
It's your pockets they're trying to relieve.
Genetically speaking miracle cures will appear,
Purely because of this experimentation,
They continually emphasise we have nothing to fear,
We should all be filled with elation.
They'll test your history, how your parents died,
Then guess when you'll do the same,
Their results and practises will not be denied,
To the winners they'll get fortune and fame.
Insurance companies will be dancing through hoops,
Saying I'm sorry but you can't be insured,
Your grandparents were part of one of those groups,
Who had illnesses, which could not be cured?
Before you know it you'll be out on a limb,
They'll put signs around your head,
Saying for this poor soul well his future is grim,
It won't be long before he is dead.
That's just the start, soon before you are born,
They'll say he won't have a good life,
Abort the baby is what they will warn,
Saying he will suffer nothing but strife.
They are doing it now without proper proof,
It's a fact it's both evil and cruel,
Decisions by those who think they're aloof,
If you believe them you must be a fool.
What comes next will come in a different guise,
They'll start using the ill for reseach,
As mutations develop new strains will arise,
Lif as we know it will fall from it's perch.
In this doomsday scenario we need to take care,
Interference in nature should be banned,
There'll be consequences, of which we are not yet aware,
The outcomes will be totally unplanned.
The disastrous aftermath they'll refuse to face,
Academics never admit they have failed,
They'll deny the demise of the Human Race,
‘' As Their Final Breath Is Exhaled ‘'