With All Mental Screams Unheard
Few have expressed...
Any interest at all that is left,
In accepting your philosophies.
And what needs to be done...
To stop more wounding of those,
Already on bruised knees.
Bleeding for a victory!
You insist can be won.
Truth as 'you' know it,
Hasn't shown much to offer.
Except those like you...
Who continue filling their coffers.
Criticsms of those who opposed you then...
Haven't diminished in numbers.
They've increased,
To add many more of them.
To call you a liar,
No longer now applies.
Especially when you've cost,
So many to lose their confidence...
With their eroded quality of lives!
You can say anything you want,
To defend yourself to no end.
But you are the reason for this devastation.
And divisions with conflict...
You dare to declare you will defend!
Proving you are the king of demonic dens.
You and what you 'value'...
Have resulted in much heartbreak!
You and your 'ways'
Have created a pain that stays bitter.
With a seething that slows the progress...
Of any mending that could begin!
You aren't even worth the act of flushing.
Hopefully you will rot!
With a punctuated guilt.
That torments with a stinging.
Burning as it rushes...
Upon you to crush into insignificant dust!
That refuses on this Earth to drop.
With all mental screams unheard!
Deserved.
As you are pinched to pieces,
In your heat infested hell!
You have served yourself so well.
And with time,
Lessons learned...
Will keep you historically used.
As an example of how a poisoned mind...
Eventually unwinds.
To leave a legacy forgotten!
But remembered as the lowest of its kind.
And 'never' again in humanity to be repeated!
You have slimed the meaning of a leadership,
Once from you...
All in your demented view,
Thought they could depend.
Thought from you they needed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Why Those Battles Between Them Persist Without End
I am not one to analyze or bring to judgement,
The misdeeds done by those now dead.
Or correct with facts those deceits done,
To shed bright light upon that which has been said.
There is nothing in it for me,
To declare a victory.
However,
I am one to speak from my own experiences...
About those implications that were fed to devastate.
And reason and causes of those effects,
That have left divisions needing mending...
From an implementing by those dead,
To have those they disliked...
Tossing without sleep in their beds at night.
A healing from wrongs to make them right,
Has to take place to stop needless fights.
And what is there to gain to maintain conflicts?
By the ones living unable to comprehend...
Why those battles between them persist without end.
I am not one to analyze or bring to judgement,
The misdeeds done by those now dead.
Or correct with facts those deceits done,
To shed bright light upon that which has been said.
There is nothing in it for me,
To declare a victory.
'Why are you fighting?
And what purpose does it serve? '
~Because it's...
Because it is a,
Well...
Because! ~
And there is absolutely nothing in it for you,
To continue blindly doing those things you do...
Because of tradition?
What is your definition of that tradition?
And those living to defend it?
Why can't you respond for a meaning of it to mention.
Or know where to begin.
Since many traditions held today...
Have proven to make little if any sense!
To declare what is your tradition?
To maintain one's right to remain ignorant?
'Lower your weapons.
I'm just asking you a question.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Flip That Coin That Had Been Dished
It is all quite obvious.
No one should concern themselves
With being labelled unpatriotic.
Or anti-establishment...
With nonconformist inclinations.
Or be told with the boldest of self-centered greed...
'If you don't like it 'here',
Go back from where you came from! '
A statement frequently used by those who abused,
The rights of others blatantly!
And of course they had already been 'there'...
Stripping the land of its resources.
And turning those on their own homelands,
Into their own personal slaves!
And living grand.
As they watch them suffer...
From an assortment of dire conditions.
Even today,
This is documented!
With a pretense,
Of how they wish to have them saved.
To teach their children the act of charity!
As they masquerade their demented ways.
I think it's quite clear...
Those that have been thrown out of their own homes,
By their own greed and treachery.
Wish today,
When they prayed...
They had wished they had done so,
To mend their own selfish wisckedness.
That now betrays,
Their superior wishes
To see themselves worshipped...
As rulers over others.
Instead of victims of their own ignorance!
But then again...
Some lessons aren't learned,
As much as they are repeated.
To feel the heat of burning.
Over and over again.
Most of them enjoy implementing self defeat.
As if they miss...
The hell they receive.
Now being self inflicted,
By desires to feed...
A gluttonous unlimited greed!
Bleeding from their beliefs,
To bring themselves everlasting sorrow.
With a truth abandoned.
But emphatically...
A process,
To become traumatically confronted.
'Why do you insist upon being so racist? '
I beg your pardon!
I am not a racist at all.
These are merely observations,
From one who had been oppressed...
By another's restrictive, inclusive happiness!
You can call it an unsweetened delivery of thought.
If you wish...
To flip that coin that had been dished.
Rusting or not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Drifting To Shift Away
We seem to have been always great.
With the feeding of this,
Throughout generations.
And accepting nothing less,
Served to us on an overflowing plate.
Room that left opportunities,
To become better...
Did not exist.
Many had no time for this to fit.
Since what we were in our minds,
Was a perfection to be envied.
And a way of life,
That was hard to resist!
With an easiness to define.
And...
Defend with quickness.
We seem to have been always great.
With no tolerance for others...
That did not equal,
Or emulate the image.
With an appeasing done,
To uphold those preferenced druthers...
The chosen and elite believed one needed to meet.
Or challenge,
To be selected for defeat!
And still,
To this very day...
We express, we do, our dissatisfactions!
Becoming dismayed...
Towards those who are different in custom.
And mannerisms diversed in ethnic actions displayed!
To perceive a greatness understood...
Should and could become strengthened from within.
But,
Then again...
To ignore and rid of constant discipline...
With no attention given to it or its importance,
Will eventually find concrete foundations...
Crumbling into quarreling divisions.
With a hated directed and mentioned,
On everyone's lips.
Shared until it bores from familiarity.
Leaving 'this' ideal of a greatness to sit.
Until the memory of it drifting to shift away,
From a purpose...
Any purpose.
Fades,
As if...
Every thought of greatness was no more than a myth!
Like a victim of a tragic coincidence observed..
But left unassisted with an interest vanishing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
With The Scaping Of Knees And Knuckles
I've learned to keep my own lips silenced.
To keep them shut.
Even though an opinion sat on my tongue,
Preparing for an appearance to be heard...
With a retorting done no matter how absurd.
There is nothing like the scent of conflict.
And the familiarity of its arrival.
Along with its creators and who is prone to deliver it.
I've learned to fix my lips to sit together.
And with the clinching of teeth if necessary.
Once one is introduced to a peace of mind,
It becomes more treasured...
Than having the keys to a Mercedes.
No luxury on Earth can replace a peace of mind.
I have discovered that...
With the scaping of knees and knuckles done.
I've learned there are times when the best of thoughts,
Can sometimes be those kept to oneself...
To go unheard by anyone else that may offend to defend.
Yes...
I've learned to keep my own lips silenced.
To keep them shut.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dress to Kill
That which once worked,
And relied upon to patch quarrels...
Before guns and knives were used,
To prove one to be upset with another.
Has no affect on emotions today.
Or offer to ease their tensions,
By having a quiet meal.
'Why are we making a big deal of this?
Let's go out and share a pizza.
And wear something casual.'
It seems as if some people insist,
On provoking some kind of conflict.
The use of common sense,
Is as outdated as watching someone,
Hand wash dishes.
Without a screaming match.
Or observing the preparation of a meal,
From scratch.
When was it seen someone did that?
And leaving that which is frozen in the 'frig'.
Not to microwave thing.
Today,
People are impatient with their own lives.
And have no respect for the lives lived by others.
Disagreements aren't settled through discussion.
Today...
People don't even bother to dress to kill!
Preferring the use of threats.
In their underwear,
People could care less...
If they are seen in public addressing their rage.
To eventually declare a 'temporary' mental insanity.
And lots of sympathy shown,
By those who totally understand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
No Peace Within It
Those who deliver lies,
Do their best...
To make them come true.
Only to prove to others,
How misery clings...
Onto a demented mind,
Seeking to be believed.
From a shallowness,
Conceived.
And there is no peace...
Dwelling within it,
At all.
Nor none to share or leave.
It stays in mental conflict!
This mind...
Exposed for others to see.
With a credibility that leaks,
A public bleeding.
From a self defeating deceit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The High Cost Of Loving
THE HIGH COST OF LOVING
Edward Iacona
A divorce is what she wanted, not I.
Her freedom, a new life and new route.
Our loving marriage cost little to enter,
But so much more to try and get out.
Never mind the cost of tears and trauma
Caused by her misbegotten mystical journey
Yet another bitter pill to swallow is
Dealing with a marital attorney.
Their ads give hope and understanding
Pledging to defend rights without a doubt.
Until one meets for a consult to find
That is not what it's all about.
We speak about my problems
As they assess every asset,
Their interest seems to center
On what they think they can get.
The talk of my sad situation
And a strategy quickly fade
To their more important agenda of,
How much and how they're paid.
Shakespeare penned a lethal thought
For those hired to defend their employers.
'The first thing that we do, ' is said
'Let's kill all the lawyers! '
That is a line from Richard The Sixth,
And while such mayhem should restrict us.
After giving it some careful thought, I ask,
What jury would want to convict us?
poem by Edward Iacona
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Reason and The Cause
For any mending to begin,
There has to be an honesty faced...
From within.
There has to be a connection made,
That allows a process without conflict...
To move forward and not stay,
Rotting until it decays!
There are many examples existing like this.
Many too accepting in denial...
With negativities that persist.
And for those who choose not to see,
As it is.
They are the reason and the cause,
For the chaos this has cost!
For any mending to begin,
There has to be an honesty faced...
From within.
There has to be a connection made,
That allows a process without conflict...
To move forward and not stay,
Rotting until it decays!
And for those who choose not to see,
As it is.
They are the reason and the cause,
For the loss and chaos this has cost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If It Offends
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
Or do something done,
Without being consciously attached.
I use to be the one to forgive and forget.
No matter who said what to me.
To show no concern or expression of a regret.
And I would laugh when publicly,
I was shown nothing but disrespect.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
Well those days do not exist for me anymore.
I say what I mean and if it offends,
I let others know immediately...
Being provoked I don't consider to be a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Power Rangers Pop Stars
Baby, one more time
It's up to you
The earth you must defend
Stop the bad guys
In their tracks
No more alien attacks
The Power Rangers Pop Stars are here
Made for a moment like this
With high flying kicks
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Proving their worth
Again and again
Our planet they will defend
Rangers for us all
Rangers thank you for hearing our call
We know you won't let us fall
Go go Power Rangers
Power Rangers Pop Stars
The best rangers of them all....
Go go Power Rangers Pop Stars!
poem by Ramona Thompson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The King and His Pawns
I'm sorry but I just can no longer look away.
When all are in grave danger.
Complete chaos and turmoil.
Their is the prey and predator.
Which are you gonna be.
How long will you stand for it?
Their will be an uprising
This is something I'm definitely surmising.
Not enough money to stop them all.
As the price of a life becomes once more worth more.
Then a common denominator.
With those hating every moment they have defend what they take.
'Stolen! ' says the old man.
'You stole that from me! ' the pregnant women screams.
Even the child bears disregard for your leadership.
~The king can only lead as long as he has his pawns.
John Bastian.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Such Myths Aren't So Easy to Shatter
Foolish are those who believe they can exist,
As being just pieces of a whole...
That nourishes as they come together,
With indifferences to complain or sit.
Or deposit their selfishness...
In self righteous idol worship.
Believing in divisional circumstances...
They are not connected.
Or can live lives undetected.
And by 'what' or 'who'...
Will allow or accept this?
This Earth is just one of uncountable cells!
Dwelling within this 'mental' cosmos.
And that fact...
Seems to continue to elude those,
Believing they are exclusively God's gifts...
In this Universe!
Such myths aren't so easy to shatter!
Or sit to ponder in limited minds,
For too long.
Or too well!
Even with a progress expressed,
And professed.
They can not escape...
From the reality of their creation!
Much longer in existance.
Prior than the event...
Of their use as an experiment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Combustible
Ready and prepared to react,
While diminishing reason to listen...
Presents its own consequences.
And those conditions moving further away,
From common sense.
Those on campaigns to spread negativity...
With hopes to gain and win,
Over some nonsense that had started with them.
Will discover at the end,
No peace of mind comes at all.
With choices made...
Determining to forcifully begin.
They may have solicited advocates for their cause...
But minds quick to form judgements
Are the ones to become sickened,
By participating in any of it!
To produce for another a public fall!
Ready and prepared to react,
While diminishing reason to listen?
One should sit and give this thought.
Time alone can heal all wounds.
But those feelings surfacing to bring harm upon others...
Will delay an affect,
On a mind never again to know the meaning of rest!
And there should be enough evidence around,
In abundance
For anyone to observe.
Inflicting needless pain upon others...
No one lives to deserve!
No one should be served,
Blatant disrespect!
But like all things today?
Words can are spoken...
To be used as jokes
To leave provoke brokenness.
Few are heard,
With a meaning one chooses to hear!
People seem transfixed to bring others,
To their knees in tears!
Fools feeding on a high octane of ignorance.
Combustible!
To then expect,
Rushes to flush them with forgiveness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Demented Interdependence
It never goes the way it's meant,
When two have an argument.
An escalation zooms to heat...
To leave one lover alone to moan!
As soon as tempers are released,
A forgiveness then is greeted...
With sweet loving under the sheets.
And a cycle later repeated.
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
When a separation threatens and comes.
Someone regrets what's done.
A remorse of course sets in.
With the shame of one defended.
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
It never goes the way it's meant,
When two have an argument.
An escalation zooms to heat...
To leave one alone to moan!
As soon as tempers are released,
A forgiveness then is greeted...
With sweet love under the sheets.
And a cycle later repeated.
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
A love like this,
Is defended.
A love like this,
Should quickly end.
A love like this,
Represents resentment.
This feeds,
A demented interdependence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet-Our Earthly Stay Is For Heaven
In life on earth, all problems have to end;
And when they do in God's time/way, 'tis best;
From newer problems, then we must defend;
And thus our life goes on without much rest.
Yet, half the things we worry, turn out well;
Let us then think of days ahead only;
Let not our bitter past make future hell;
Our life's struggles find solutions surely.
Yet, life on earth is one constant struggle;
We dare not lose our sanity of thought;
And learn, we must from worms to out wriggle;
From situations in which we're badly caught.
We shouldn't forget the love of God for us;
Nor Heaven's way, Abode of God- True Bliss.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Disturbed
Can racist sentiments,
Be so historically embedded...
As to affix itself to a mindset,
Frozen!
Never to be thawed.
Never to reflect,
Upon a hatred directed...
From others it does not suspect.
To eventually leave this nonsense,
Defenseless.
With only weapons used upon itself,
When upset.
And destroying the beginning,
To end those living in innocence.
And the aspect of it,
Shown as expressed by those...
Not willing to address,
The effects of their increased isolation.
Or...
The imploding of their mental illnesses.
Can a people be so blind,
As to the dependence they will find...
From those who will one day leave them behind,
With nothing but egos upon which to feed.
Already the signs of this,
Has begun a willingness...
By those who actually control their lives,
With a severing of their ties and patience.
With no regret.
And economically...
Those who open and close those purse strings,
Could care less about the deluded pretentiousness...
Kept to praise by a people disturbed!
Showing they are perturbed,
Withn an indirect effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Bigger The Fool
(jim rushing/larry cordle)
Her long legs looked like trouble
As she sasheyed through the door
And my mind flashed a warning sign
That i chose to ignore
For the prize i thought i could win
The risk seemed mighty small
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
Fell in love in the heat of passion
Oh, but passion has it's price
Under all that beauty
Beat a heart that was made of ice
God knows as far as i could see she didn't have a flaw
But the bigger the fool the harder the fall
I said a woman to keep
The softer the skin
The sweeter the love
The more bitter the end
Well, one lesson i've learned that applies to all
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
One day she was lovin' me
The next day she was gone
And i became another verse
To a lonesome heartbreak song
Now that i've learned to face the truth
The words stick in my craw
Well, the bigger the fool the harder the fall
I said a woman to keep
The softer the skin
The sweeter the love
The more bitter the end
Well, one lesson i've learned that applies to all
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!