With a Pleading to Be Forgiven
One day cynics and their sarcasms,
Will no longer exist to be disregarded...
As ones displaying their envy and bitterness,
To depict their observations...
Of those still clinging onto their fixed,
And sweetened beliefs.
One day cynics and their sarcasms,
Will be accepted as commentators defining the times.
And keeping it real for those ending their diets,
On Grade A pretentions and those hard to face facts.
You know...
Eliminating excessive fat from one's diet isn't easy.
Especially those encouraged to accept wherever they stepped,
Produced a ton of gold without them exposing to show...
From where they 'tiptoed' their stolen treasures.
To enable themselves to flaunt their wealth...
While acquiring a distaste for humanity.
A distaste they will someday regret.
With a pleading to be forgiven of their conscious deeds.
After they have exhausted completely...
Both the feast and themselves,
From such exclusive feeding of their own selfish needs.
One day...
Cynics and their sarcasms will be embraced,
As fact finders unafraid to step on a few toes.
Or lower many turned up noses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scorpio Rising
[ music: john lombardo & robert buck/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Power
Dizzy with it stumble
Detail
A chance for us to quarrel
Anger
My head is shaken violent
If I could calm or restrain you
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
Trust is
The greatest human error
Empty
Used me as a vessel
Ruthless
Youre not known for subtlety
If I could calm or restrain you
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
Artful
Well theres quite a skill to torture
Half smile
Was it all you could deliver
Token
So hard to be pleasant
If you could calm or restrain it
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The cynics are right nine times out of ten.
quote by H.L. Mencken
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Don't Let Your Peace Escape
Who would think just yesterday,
That giving someone a compliment today...
May offend?
Being cautious today about what one says,
Is as conscious as the effort taken...
When putting a condom on,
When going to bed.
Even if it is alone.
Some people receive threats,
Just by saying hello.
And that depends who the person is,
Wishing to exchange innocence...
To someone that one person does not know.
And being positive with comments,
Is not easily acceptible these days.
Some folks don't know how to receive them.
Believing them to be sarcasms.
And not intended as a respecting praise.
These days...
People who give 'shade' to others,
Often are the first to start rumors to ridicule.
To say to others they befriend,
How someone they 'know'...
Exposed a two faced disposition.
But eliminate the facts...
As to who began those actions to show.
And who paid who back!
Doesn't this all sound quite petty?
It really is!
But when living among those who exaggerate...
It is best to keep peace of mind.
And not become irritated.
And know who is real.
While separating them from the fake.
Appreciate those signs the fakers create.
And don't let your peace escape.
Because away from you it will be taken.
Giving those the satisfaction,
Their actions trapped and you were baited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That One Puts the Brakes On
Faked embraces,
Sooner or later are replaced.
One may try hard to hide behind disguises.
But a false face,
Does not a lasting relationship make.
What becomes obvious,
No longer can one accept or take!
And that one puts the brakes on this,
Quick.
Eliminating any climbs attempted.
Wished, assumed or perceived to exist.
That may be fixed in another's mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dragged Behind Them In Sacks
It is difficult to accept,
A restructuring of beliefs.
Especially when those beliefs,
Were thought to be cemented...
In concrete.
But the crumbling of foundations,
As seen are no longer rumored.
And the ones once reprimanded,
By pointing out their observations...
Seem not to be the ones running,
Seeking to find safe shelter...
To protect their pretentions.
Or denials dragged behind them in sacks,
As kept evidence of their loyalty and devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morality and expediency coincide more than the cynics allow.
quote by Roy Hattersley
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There Is Nothing Like Keeping It Humble
What do you have to say to those,
Who have had their valuables, treasures...
And other possessions,
From them taken away?
'It must be devastating,
To have pretentions repossessed.
Especially those others thought own and kept,
To have noses turned up when the ones with less...
Are now asked to express an empathy.'
So what is it you wish to say?
'Personally? '
Yes.
'There is nothing like keeping it humble.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've been told that our crises are somebody else's fault. We are distracted from our real failures and told to blame the other party, or gay people, or immigrants, and as people have looked away in frustration and disillusionment, we know who has filled the void. The cynics, the lobbyists, the special interests, who've turned government into only a game they can afford to play.
quote by Barack Obama
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Working together during the past three years, we have confounded the skeptics and the cynics. We've shown that here in Virginia, Democrats and Republicans can come together, put politics aside, and make tough decisions when times demand it.
quote by Mark Warner
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Riding On Coat-tails
Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
Prevailing to ride when times are tough,
No longer muffles with a buffering to hush.
Independent failures surface to pop as crops.
An obvious sign that times are getting rougher.
And lives lived to bluff,
Are forced to be weeded from an accustomed fluff.
Today the facing of facts is under attack.
With a hitchhiking done on backs...
Removed from positions,
Once easily relaxed to munch on picked snacks.
Facing facts is difficult to smother.
And hard to deny with a keeping undercover.
As a druther to be tossed...
Like a thoughtless whim to be caught by another.
Facing facts is difficult to smother.
When times reveal,
No one can keep them undercover.
Or dismiss them to exist,
For a profit to gain to exploit a fun done.
Or enjoy with a sweetened twist to the mix...
Tasted and approved by everyone.
Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
With a prevailing to ride when times are tough.
No longer can the muffles with a buffering be hushed.
No longer can the facts be sacked...
To silence and smother,
As an undercover druthered to crush.
Or conceal behind a polish that's buffed...
To glamorize a sparkling of disdain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misery Loves Company
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Slow Reform
Don't take this fast.
Slow down just a little bit.
Reform doesn't happen over night.
Making a better man. İs that the plan?
Can you change the monster in me now.
I'm sorry but i won't just bow.
Who do you think you are anyways.
Don't judge unless thy wants to be judged.
So what if i've done some very bad things.
Do you think i had a choice.
Do you think that's what i wanted.
Then why didn't i flaunt it.
Notoriety is not the substance of life,
Any more then taking one.
Now i'm under attack again.
They keep coming at me.
You screwed up.
Let bodies stay buried.
Secrets are best left unspoken.
Just leave it, and let me alone.
I'm no longer running.
I'll face it head on if i must.
Come on take your shot.
Hit me if your can.
Prove that your the better men.
Hate me for what i am.
Somebody who played and beat the system.
One roll of the dice and its was over.
İsn't that so nice.
Sometimes i feel my body should kept on ice.
Frozen in the times. That way,
I can accept my fate with honesty and distaste.
a life we should all embrace .....
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Spectre / Misery Loves Company
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Dont be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You havent grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Don't Want It All (Solo Acoustic, Undated)
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected image
Don't be so selfish
Leave in me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
The family circle noose
He had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Don't Want It All
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected image
Don't be so selfish
Leave in me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
The family circle noose
He had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The worst government is often the most moral. One composed of cynics is often very tolerant and humane. But when fanatics are on top there is no limit to oppression.
quote by H.L. Mencken
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gone Unknown By Those Who Feast
Some are born to sow beliefs,
To seed the growth of their feeding.
With a sewing done to aid their flourishing.
Many sit to watch a seeding sown,
To gather from a harvest...
With a feeding of their selfish needs shown.
And those familiar with others,
Misrepresenting the dispersement of their deeds...
Gone unknown by those who feast.
Are the least concern where it is they go,
To sow with a planting of their feet.
With tools provided to allow them to eat,
From 'Whom' bestows those seeds kept to grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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EQUAL IN DEATH May 17th,2011
We are very equal in the fact that we are all going to die,
But we can’t have death with dignity though and I don’t know why,
The enemy is ourselves because we are completely restricted,
Tell the injection-site types that we are not all drug addicted.
No plebiscites or binding referendums to get it right,
Little access to information so no constitutional fights,
And those with hidden agendas gave us abortion clinics,
Holocaust of unborn babies on your street and please, no cynics.
No propositions and no one heard of judicial review,
Keep listening because the next change comes in the evening news,
No proportional representation in first past the post,
But our politicians can stand in parliament and boast.
poem by James Bredin
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