Who Has Been In Charge of the Press Releases?
As long as we keep them depicted,
As needy heathens...
This will provide all the incentive we need,
To maintain our delusions.
With the same marketing tactics.
And keeping those ignorant believing we are better.
Who has been in charge of the press releases?
I don't care who they voted for!
This 'liberal' atmosphere has gotten out of hand.
Before you know it...
Everyone will believe they are here to 'think'.
And we will lose our status of being a great people.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Come To Know The Obvious
Why is that crowd over there...
Backed up into a corner.
Bickering.
AND pointing fingers at one another?
'Well...
As the story goes...
They had been the movers and shakers.
Determined many years ago,
That they would advance themselves...
By chosing people to depict as their enemies.'
Enemies?
'Yep!
As the story goes.
Now they have become a fixture around here,
As a reference to those days long gone.
And also...
Folks come from all over the globe,
To be entertained by their shananigans.'
That's amusing and quite interesting.
What has happened to those,
They once had depicted as their enemies?
Do you see the people walking up and down the street freely,
Appearing as happily and unconcerned as if nothing...
But the doing as they wish,
Is their utmost priority?
'No...
Don't tell me.
They are not the ones that had been depicted as enemies? '
Okay.
I wont tell you.
However...
If you prolong you visit,
You will come to know the obvious for yourself.
And they unconsciously,
Backed themselves up into that corner.
And everyday they return to the same place...
To argue about their version of unity,
And what is good for the community.
'Aren't their tactics a bit outdated? '
Sssshhh.
Someone will hear you.
And we've become quite satisfiied,
With the keeping of things...
Just the way they are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More is required of public officials than slogans and handshakes and press releases. More is required. We must hold ourselves strictly accountable. We must provide the people with a vision of the future.
quote by Barbara Jordan
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The Piper That Gets Paid Knows
No one wishes to leave,
Perceptions of weakness.
Especially when financial debts...
Are handled to keep beliefs,
And people deceived...
For purposes to maintain,
A way of life sustained by delusions.
And marketing a plan that is well conceived
With discreet meetings kept secret...
Between those who know,
Who owes what to who.
Regardless of conflicting images,
Of dominance and superiority in public view!
What is due and who pays it...
Only the piper that gets paid,
Knows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can’t Breathe This Greed Industrialization
atmosphere
provide
oxygen
atmosphere
provide
carbon dioxide
atmosphere provide
for plants animals
seal in an ecosystem
atmosphere
guardian part
of water cycle
complex interactions
elements in atmosphere
without atmosphere
there would
be possible
no life at all
give me a little
of my God given air
of my God created air
give me a little
so i may breathe in renewed
complex wonder of creation
pollution sticks in my throat
burns eyes throat burns
mankind is burning creation
can’t breathe this
greed
industrialization
give
me less greenhouse
gases
earth pump
as God created
engineered
give me
a little
clean air
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes.
quote by Brian Clough
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There As A Mausoleum
It isn't there sitting,
To provide incentive...
As it was mentioned to be intended.
It is there as a mausoleum,
Representing those of false pretensions.
A home for ghosts...
Claiming to have been,
A place for those with unique ambitions.
It isn't there sitting,
To promote or provide incentive...
As it was mentioned to be intended.
If it was...
It would be thriving with life.
Day and night!
But the caretaker overseeing it,
Has other internal battles yet to overcome...
As they wander the halls to wonder,
If the battle won has been worth the fight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allowing Themselves to Die
They are allowing themselves to die.
As if to hide their indisgressions.
They lie to themselves.
To protect from an array of delusions.
Infections inflicted,
And they still sit.
Worrying if their incest infestations...
Will save them from the grave.
So they pray as taught.
Believing this protects them from hidden sins.
Believing denials provide a truth,
As a darkness closes in.
Believing no one knows,
They suffer from their own chosen sorrows.
Hoping tomorrow will erase their disgrace.
But they have replaced honesty!
And that is written on each and every face.
They choose to be fools.
And that with deception to them is traced!
Quietly...
Although without honor or with grace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A sixty three years old democracy
We are a democracy completed years sixty three
We are, but, yet to be freed
From the clutches of caste and creed
And, the worst of all, that of greed
While the first two divide us
The third one destroys us
Most of the decision makers
And policy makers
Are driven by these three principles
And we are still limping
Towards that horizon and daylight
Having been freed in the middle of the night
Rare it is to come across
Personalities now a days
Despite our having
More than a thousand million people
Most of our people
In poverty
And in the darkness of ignorance
Find it difficult to
Understand the qualities
Of the people, whom they elect
To rule us
Elected ones, though not in poverty,
Are as ignorant as the people
Who voted them to power
How many more independence days
Are we going to cross
In fact, there is no celebration
For most of our people
Know not what independence really means
For them it means,
Simply means, they have the right
To select wrong people
We have not forgotten our long history
We know
King’s son becomes the king
So we maintain that
Prime Minister’s son or daughter
Should become prime minister
Chief Minister’s son or daughter
Should become chief minister
We love our families
We take good care of sons, daughters,
Their off-springs
We take care of our relatives as well
We take care of people
Belonging to our caste, religion or creed
We are happy
When our elected leaders also do the same
We do not believe in technical decisions
We advocate the cause
Of taking such decisions
Which match our above
Familial policies enhancing
Opportunities for our own people
Subramanya Bharati wrote
When will our thirst for freedom quench
This thirst will never be quenched
As water to quench that thirst
Is no where visible
Nor we know where to look for it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Heartless Precision
Sadly stagnant with toxic tactics.
Mentally witless.
And morally pathetic!
And this might reflect,
The best that they can give.
Since everything else they've done...
Has them depicted lower than scum!
Proving they can undo one's quality of life.
With heartless precision.
And declarations to insist this sickness is right.
What purpose serves the conflicts...
If land we stand on is being to foreigners sold?
Who today is left believing,
All the lies that are being told!
What medications are they on?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Good Business
It's a manipulation thing.
Of course...
If you tell people they are fantastic.
And convince them they are great.
They will do anything to keep that fed!
Even if they have to pay someone,
To keep that in their heads.
It's the 'I'm okay BUT you are marvelous' approach
To good duping!
And an excellent salesman,
Will always feed the ego of a suspected client first!
That's good business.
Some try the 'you-are-not-as-good-as-you-think-you-are' approach,
On some people!
Believing this establishes some kind of connection.
Only to find themselves quickly dismissed.
Especially by those who have been around a few blocks!
It is best to know the demographics...
Before applying any marketing techniques!
Some are great.
And then again...
Some fizzle and flop right on the spot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are some people that the press like to pick on and not just the gay press, but the press in general. And some people, the press just doesn't care about at all.
quote by Nathan Lane
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To Include An Experience That Benefits All
Being social is a factor many doing it to get done,
Becomes advocated by those who solicit a mingling...
To congregate with others who have similar ideals.
But 'socialism' is despised by the ones trying to define it,
As a negative representation.
Although those who are depicted as socialites,
Have no problem being in the limelight...
With others who are on the right,
And exposing their exclusive appetites.
While labelling the ones depicted as liberal,
As being on the left with others who appreciate life...
In their pursuit to include an experience that benefits all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance Threatens the Status Quo
Small towns aren't the only places...
Where acceptance is regarded,
As difficult as learning a foreign language.
And spoken although despised...
By those noncomformists criticized,
And labelled to provoke...
As mavericks.
Acceptance threatens the status quo.
Those folks choosing to maintain unconditional control...
No matter how low the deceptive use of their tactics.
And...
Innovative are those tactics!
Acceptance fosters maturing as well.
Small minds uncomfortable with this process...
Are generally threatened by growth,
And the affects of all signs of intelligence expressed.
This is as evident as the planting of weeds,
To ensure the killing of floral bloom.
And the excitement of the anticipation of it.
This kind of acceptance is an infestation.
And some folks are just as thrilled to manifest the defects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Milkshake
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you
But I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you
But I have to charge
I know you want it
The thing that makes me
What the guys go crazy for
They lose their minds
The way I whine
I think it's time
La,La,La,La,La
Warm it up
La,La,La,La,La
The boys are waiting
La,la,La,La,La
Warm it up
La,La,La,La,La
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you but I have to charge
I see you're on it
You want me to teach thee
Techniques that freaks these boys
It can't be bought
Just the thieves get caught
Watch if you're smart
La,La,La,La,La
Warm it up
La,La,La,La,La
The boys are waiting
La,La,La,La,La,
Warm it up
La,La,La,La,La
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you but I have to charge
Oh, once you get involved
Everyone will look this way, so
You must maintain your charm
same time maintain your halo
Just get the perfect blend
Plus what you have within
Then next his eyes will squint
Then he's picked up your scent
La,La,La,La,La
Warm it up
La,La,La,La,La
The boys are waiting
La,La,La,La,La
Warm it up
La,La,La,La,La
The boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you but I have to charge
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I could teach you but I have to charge
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Strungout
The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their affectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like an alcoholic who drinks.
Or one addicted to drugs.
A conditioning process has been instilled.
Those highs once enjoyed,
Produce a lesser thrill!
It's like going through the motions,
And devoted to an expectation!
When sensations aren't achieved...
Folks like these blame God.
Or claim they know Him.
But somehow their faith is not strong enough...
To give them what they need,
To identify results they anticipated.
However...
They remain in varying stages,
Reminiscing about those good times
When everything was fine.
And they got what they wanted...
Until that no longer satisfied.
So,
Of course...
Something or someone,
Had to be found guilty or at fault...
For not delivering what they wanted and when!
The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their effectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like a child with a toy,
Who begins to annoy...
When that toy has satisfied their whims!
Much like having a variety of religions...
All professing to know God.
But the people are at odds,
As to how this 'Oneness' should be depicted!
Leaving everyone 'strungout' and hyped up...
Physically debilitated!
Intoxicated and stupefied!
To reach for something,
That doesn't quite meet their needs.
Although willing to victimize anyone available...
In the search to find it!
To declare a justified self importance.
For a temporary gratification,
To induce a prolonged and effective delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things' to Rate That Relates
'Things' given symbolic status,
And valued higher with a standard...
Above that of a human being,
There is going to be a failure that unravels...
On these scenes that demean.
Finding justification,
To denounce one's way of life...
As another depicted as glorious,
Entertains a destruction without insight.
'Things' to rate that relates to material needs,
Blinds all who become focused...
On greed and the success of hypocrisy.
So blind they are they forget humanity.
And people easily duped in believing,
They can actually purchase integrity...
Find they become eventually used and abused,
By foolish yet followed mindless philosophies.
'Things' to rate that relates to material needs,
Blinds all who become focused...
On greed and the success of hypocrisy.
So blind they are they forget humanity.
Finding justification,
To denounce one's way of life...
As another depicted as glorious,
Entertains a destruction without insight.
'Things' given symbolic status,
And valued higher with a standard...
Above that of a human being,
There is going to be a failure that unravels...
On these scenes that demean.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are New Days, Children!
Weak tactics.
Celebrated,
By those thick headed
And using tired tricks.
Have played out,
Among those who have risen...
Above this.
And the ones still doing that,
Just do not 'get it'.
They are limited beyond belief!
Believing their weak tactics done,
Will get the attention of everyone...
Or someone impressed enough,
Who has long regarded them...
Limited creeps of rusting values.
They would like to play on a bigger 'field'.
But they will always yield to those...
Who are not into the 'self'!
Even those with wealth can not dismiss,
Or dispose these 'mental wonders'.
'These are new days, children!
And the games being introduced,
Are not only technical...
They are from out and beyond this world! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overlord of the World
If I were in charge of the world
Lots of things would be different
There would be world peace
All war would cease
If I were in charge of the world
I would never be sad
Always surrounded
By a friendly fad
If I were in charge of the world
All the resources would be replenished
We would never run out of oil
All of this taking place in the dreamworld
If I were in charge of the world
There would be no homeless people
People would care for others
The cruelness will crumple
*Fad is an inside joke; it’s a person who is kind and friendly
poem by Brandon Martin
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One Has Standards to Maintain
Are you a joke?
Or is this an inappropriate time,
For your life to be lived.
And your dreams of securing a house,
With a white picket fence...
Seems too rich in delusion.
And undernourished.
Lacking in an acceptance of reality.
And you laugh at 'me' and my perceptions,
Quick.
One of us desires for yesterday to make a comeback.
And the other refuses to accept anything from yesterday,
At all.
Including those delusions,
Assembled for a fast marketing of trash repackaged.
One has standards to maintain.
The other?
Has a sanity to protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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