Willing Victims
When one is accustomed to starting fires...
They should expect to get burned.
Eventually!
A sickness to ignite a flame that rages...
Soon will become uncontrollable.
Leaving one who glorifies in destruction...
To denounce activities,
Of another...
Who is as equally demented!
Yet,
Also given power to devour common sense.
'Spare the rod and spoil the child.'
I agree!
But these are privileged kids.
Who have been raised to gather praise,
For their craze!
And we have been willing victims,
Of their sins allowed and followed.
Assuming those who lead...
Are competent.
And not those of dormant insanity!
In other words...
Those who 'have' and acquired their positions.
May be those inflicted with sick ambitions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tongue Butcherings
I've never thought of it endearing,
To undermine someone else.
With an assassination done to defame...
Is a sickness that should not be welcomed.
But those who do this to themselves,
See this as a comradery.
And those tongue butcherings shared...
Are accustomed activities to prove they care!
It's all a sick inflicted illness taught.
And accepted by those,
Who have an absence of dignity...
That has been 'freed' of a sense of identity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Advent Wreath
The pale sun, gliding low,
refuses to rise into leaden
grey skies, so bleak night
inters our sinful souls.
Oh! break out the candles
and place them around!
See how their fires
consume the dark ground.
Bouquet of flame!
devour our sins,
and ignite winter’s night
in holy conflagration.
poem by Steven Federle
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Victorious Self Righteousness
They are all equally demented.
Convinced of their own self worth.
Projecting scholarly personas...
With intentions to undermine.
And plot to disguise...
Their own eventual demise.
What they have done together,
Is enough to have them jailed.
It's enough to have them tried for treason.
Their evilness will not prevail.
They used lies to murder, maim and destroy!
All of them are bloodless creatures.
Even snakes are offended,
And have become annoyed!
Anyone believing they have not been deceived...
Only have to look around,
To find themselves not alone...
Willing to allow their own to bleed.
In the belief that following such creatures,
Would lead them to a successful outcome.
To toast a demonicness,
In a victorious self righteousness.
But these are not the days,
For those indulging such a craze to praise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lifted to a Fever Pitch
The sickness is being lifted to a fever pitch.
With none of it regarded as sensible,
To those of common sense.
As those of higher consciousness,
Have risen above and beyond this illness.
While those still stuck in mindsets...
Of throwing sticks and bricks,
Like 'kids' who seek attention...
By getting it with their tantrum fits.
Do not envision this chapter closing!
And this they perceive,
Will be tolerated and allowed...
With the same affect,
As expected by a spoiled child.
But the rod God uses upon them...
Comes.
And will be fierce to quiet all aggrevation.
With a welcome that stuns very soon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Uncouth and Ruthless
It had been banned...
The truth.
And those who spoke it,
Were ostracized and shunned.
A lie guaranteed memberships in cliques.
And those choosing to do so...
Were lifted in praise.
To show themselves glorious,
And loved for their deeds in masterful craze.
They had the upper hand...
Those uncouth and ruthless.
Quick to tarnish someone's name,
For personal gain and recognition aimed.
And promoting themselves,
To positions held to hide incompetence...
They became suspicious of intelligent thinking,
And demanded ignorance to run rampant!
A decision that kept them sinking,
In a funk stinking!
As they solicited 'experts' from outside,
Comfort zones of leisure...
To help them 'deny' by trial and error,
Reasons 'why' they lost control of their own kind!
Although...
They were not slick enough,
To hide this sickness
Resulting from their demented minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Hollow Minds of Demented Men
Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
The oil made them spoiled.
And their souls have been sold.
And people witness the environment,
Being destroyed because of their greed...
And indefinite ignorance.
Everything that lives will suffer,
The experience inflicted by this tolerance.
Allowed and followed...
To benefit more decadence.
That now becomes everyone's to swallow...
From the hollow minds of demented men.
Who can no longer mask their wicked tasks,
Or their incompetence lacking common sense.
That has never been aligned with mental substance at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.
Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Things Used to Be
The older I get the more I think
About how things used to be
It’s almost like another life
That’s what it seems to me
We raised chickens every year
And I loved to gather eggs
Starting with a box of chicks
Watching them till adult stage
Creative games children played
No technology like these days
Monopoly and hide n go seek
Yes, they were sure the craze
My mom was there every single day
After school when we came home
A healthy snack and homework
We weren’t allowed to roam
The cars were so much different
And you couldn’t drive so fast
We’d have them for years and years
Like most things they would last
If you dig out old photographs
So many thoughts they bring
It sure is fun to take the time
And do a little remembering!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Armageddon's Brink
Social injustice
....Commonplace
Denounce a man
For simply his race
Deny....the child
A decent education
And his father a job
In a plentiful nation
Pass the shelter-less
In the cold of night
No sense of compassion
To that homeless plight
Confusion throughout
A world in disarray
When God created all
Was it planned that way
In......his image
Everything....everyone
A spiritual kinship
With a common bond
Equally creating
As he placed us here
A universal breath
For all to share
And with that breath
Came an awesome dawning
Will there be....another sunrise
............In the morning
poem by James B. Earley
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When It Benefits To Pay Attention
I can quickly forgive and understand a child,
Who takes an escapade with a making a mistake...
At my expense.
I expect this from a child adventuring,
Out into the world to establish for themselves...
A building of their own common sense.
This I accept and expect.
With a patience in the beginning given.
And hoping in their minds something eventually connects.
However...
With the giving of circumstances and considering one's age,
There are stages of life when it benefits to pay attention.
And if one continues to disrespect others to neglect,
Difficult it becomes for me to repeatedly forgive and forget.
Especially when a doing is done,
Over and over and over by someone...
Who cruises through life making the same mistakes,
With new excuses easy to use refusing to face truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have To Sneeze
Just a second.
I have to snee...
Well,
Maybe not.
You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.
You selected those you liked,
To represent your causes and way of life.
Inspite of their having any knowledge...
Or influence over others,
To solicit an excitement.
Nor could they think their way,
Out of a paper bag.
But they looked good dressed in their Sunday best.
And as long as they impressed,
This made you glad.
And now today,
Since your situations appear exceedingly sad...
You wish to be represented by a competence.
But those you did not choose,
You believed...
Expressed an arrogance.
And even though they displayed a common sense,
You turned them away.
Dismissing them to worship ignorance.
To do as you please.
One moment...
Again I believe,
I have to sneeze.
LOLOLOLOLOL
I apologize.
Who knew I would have that reaction?
You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.
Ahh-Choo!
There it is.
I knew it was coming,
Eventually!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value Of It All
When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?
It is there connecting all of this,
Without a budge!
Ready when needed.
However...
If a mind relies too much on books,
To lead to a life reflecting what is written...
As common as it may seem,
A sense expected is missing.
And if a mind begins to lose sight
Of experience, lessons taught
AND common sense...
There will be problems.
Big time ego ones!
Who pays?
And at what cost?
Especially...
If the value of it all is lost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed
Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.
And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!
And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.
Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.
The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like This...
It's like this...
Whatever you are now seeing,
But did not see then.
Or refused to see it for what it was,
Has not changed!
The reason it is in your focus,
Is you now find it on your back!
And you believe it is something,
You can brush or shake off!
Just like that.
You know...
Like something you've been accustomed,
To doing.
However,
It's like this...
That chip you carried on your shoulder?
Well,
It is now a boulder.
And,
It's like this...
You are not the only one carrying it,
Either.
Expect it to be there for a while.
Since you and the others...
Have more now in common than your realize!
And whatever was allowed to be put where it is...
Is yours.
You claimed it!
That is why it is there!
If it wasn't what you wanted,
It would not exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless To Make Attempts WITH Common Sense
Is a power taken,
The same as a power given?
And how much power,
Does a power that has been taken have...
If those that did not give it,
Deem it as useless?
And if those who deem a power taken,
As being useless...
How powerful can that power remain?
And over what or whom,
Does one with useless power...
Have it kept in their minds believed?
It is pointless to make attempts,
WITH common sense...
To anyone who has money,
That money hoarded has no power at all.
It is only when it is distributed,
That the power of it is most effective.
One's greed,
Eventually defeats a blinded perception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Splash
I called you on the phone
You knew it was me all along
You didn't even say hello
Cause you don't need words to let me know
All the things that you do to me
You fulfill my every fantasy
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
Oh, when you make love to me
There's things I never thought I'd see
I cherish [...]
[...] in every sea
Oh, I love when you play with me
Ask your mom if you could stay with me
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
Our love is a rhythm
Together we'll have so much fun
You go from room to room
Leaving traces of your sweet perfume
If I could I'd bottle it
Everybody should know the feelin' I get
When I'm in your cool embrace
Your lips, your arms, your legs, your face
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
I want you more and more and more
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash.
song performed by by Prince
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Preview for New Friend Amy
I had an imaginary friend.
Although she seemed quite real to me.
Someone on whom I could depend
always and absolutely.
As I grew up and made real friends
She faded out quite gradually
I must suppose as childhood ends
so does our youthful fantasy
I kept her picture in mind.
Albeit quite unconsciously
When in due course I tried to find
the ideal girl to marry me.
I found my child hood friend again.
No longer imaginary,
and I began to wonder then
if she too had imagined me.
Perhaps we were allowed to see
When in our childish innocence
what in the future was to be.
It seemed to us to make good sense.
We wed and raised a family
I still love her and she loves me.
We live together happily.
And on this subject we agree.
It was intended we should wed
as we would do eventually.
We were allowed to see ahead
as children do with clarity.
Before they’re taught it cannot be
by adults who have forgotten how
very clearly younger children see.
Because they only see the now..
The future is a mystery
that adults cannot penetrate.
Though children can quite easily
Perceive what is to be their future fate.
At least we two believe it’s true
Though other folk may disagree
What you believe is up to you
We may be wrong quite possibly.
14-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Raised Up By God
Friend, I was raised up by God, to walk with Him upon earth’s sod,
He raised me up from the dust, when He breathed life into all of us.
But, because of man’s sinful fall, I did not walk with The Lord at all,
I simply went about my sinful way, living only for myself day to day.
Although I did not walk with Him, He came to save me from my sin,
While upon that cross at Calvary, where Christ died for you and me.
That sin that lead my heart astray, had taken me down a darker way,
But it was God’s love, not His wrath, that lead me to a brighter path.
I simply lived a life of emptiness, as I lived in my own righteousness,
A life far removed from God above, and void of His Grace and Love.
And it took me to an empty plight, all shaded by the darkened night,
But He put me on a path that’s right, one filled with my Savior’s Light.
God then raised me up to New Life, one that is found in Jesus Christ,
The Lord, who had truly died for me, has now given me Life Eternally.
Christ who raised me from the dust, is the One in whom I put my trust,
And through the power of New Birth, will soon raise me from the earth.
I shall be raised by Christ my Lord, to then live with God forevermore,
Until then, God fills these earthly days, with His Power and His Praise,
To lead others on earth to new life, through the Power of Jesus Christ,
And when together we are raised, in Glory God will be forever praised.
Our Destiny (song)
I won't tell anyone where I hurt
Or the dreams that my harried heart hid
I gaze at you with eyes that are about to break
My uncontrollable power alone
Flies out without leaving me
A chance meeting begins to move
Hastening our destiny
For your sake, I'll try letting go of
The two hands embracing me, but
There only exists a loneliness that won't reach you
If it's your countless wishes
Draw them towards yourself brilliantly
So that they'd be granted, I touched them too much
The pain of it will not fade
My uncontrollable power alone
Flies out without leaving me
A chance meeting begins to move
Hastening our destiny
At the very least, tell me the moment
When you will run through
poem by Annie Tuck
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