You're Just Jealous
Some satisfy themselves,
On the discomfort of others.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
Someone has been in our lives...
Like one of these.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
And those who point these folks out...
Are treated as if they are the enemies.
Announcing publicly,
There are those in this society...
Walking around infecting,
With these mental diseases.
And those uninformed are usually those conformed.
And those who are not...
Are dropped from invitation lists.
Only those in acceptance...
Can be offered membership.
To do as they please...
With the approval from these sick cliques.
'You're just jealous of us! '
You are right!
And that is why I fight myself...
With an inner conflict,
That keeps me distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
Herman Altman
Did I follow Truth wherever she led,
And stand against the whole world for a cause,
And uphold the weak against the strong?
If I did I would be remembered among men
As I was known in life among the people,
And as I was hated and loved on earth,
Therefore, build no monument to me,
And carve no bust for me,
Lest, though I become not a demi-god,
The reality of my soul be lost,
So that thieves and liars,
Who were my enemies and destroyed me,
And the children of thieves and liars,
May claim me and affirm before my bust
That they stood with me in the days of my defeat.
Build me no monument
Lest my memory be perverted to the uses
Of lying and oppression.
My lovers and their children must not be dispossessed of me;
I would be the untarnished possession forever
Of those for whom I lived.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Gossips' effects
Gossips are an outlet for one’s hatred.
Gossipers are cowards; all are gossipers.
The speaker and the listener enjoy it
The victim is hit with out his knowledge.
28.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Do Liars Then Do?
Liars know who they are.
And what they have done,
To pursue temporary satisfactions.
With a demoralizing of whom they choose.
As if what they've done will stick like glue.
Those who have been scrutinized,
By the telling of false lies...
To have been victimized with tears cried.
Are aware of them too!
Yet to retaliate is something they refuse.
But those who have been undermined,
Do what liars instigating have chosen not to do.
And that is to wait patiently,
To let time intervene...
With a demeaning liars with an applying of truth.
What do liars then do?
Plead to be released from mental guilty beatings.
And even if forgiven,
Liars once exposed for who they are...
Can never find places to keep themselves hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liars and Lovers
By Ms. Kristen Palmitier
People who lie once should not be called liars
Because while everyone lies once in a while,
Real liars lie all of the time.
In addition, real liars make others feel that they are no good.
Are lovers and liars different, or are they the same?
Both are different and alike in many ways.
You can't really be sure if you love someone
If there is no trust in each other.
There is just no other way to say it:
'Without trust in each other's heart,
There will be no heart to trust.'
And one alone cannot trust;
Both must trust.
poem by Martin Rini
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Sup?
'The usual stuff.
I see the same folks stuck.
Draggin' their butts from rut to rut.
Complaining about their bad luck...
While others do their best,
To pull themselves up.'
I see you struttin'.
Doesn't seem like you much troubled,
'Bout too much or nuthin'!
'I see it and I don't.
Aint got time for misery.
And I'm not 'bout to get on my knees...
Just to see somebody pleased,
I can do it.
I don' been through that mess.
You 'member I was distressed,
And express that to you.
As you pretended to listen to me confess,
From my point of view.
'Sup with you? '
The usual stuff.
I see the same folks stuck.
Draggin' their butts from rut to rut.
Complaining about their bad luck...
While others do their best,
To pull themselves up.
'I see.
Looks like you and me,
Got lots in common? '
Yep!
Which goes to show...
Even though we think 'we' different from the others,
We haven't moved too far...
From where they are.
'Yeah!
But don't it feel good to know sumthin'
'Bout movin' on?
Even if it is going 'round in circles? '
I guess!
They are there and we are here.
But it looks like they've got a better way,
Of avoiding paying more taxes.
And I 'use' to think the gov'ment was helping them out?
'Naw man,
That's how them folks got there in the first place!
How many liars and thieves you know,
Live like this? '
Well...
'None!
Where you goin'?
To that job fair? '
Might as well.
Seems to be the routine.
Either I'm over qualified...
Or I've got bad credit!
And when I 'was' qualified...
I stayed in a rut!
That's wassup!
'Stayin' in that rut, huh? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poets Are Liars
Poets are liars. They cannot be tamed.
They live on borrowed dreams, and have the gift
Of casting out a graceful, witty line,
And catching your heart or mind in their snare;
Reeling you in, helpless, with a deft couplet.
Poets are liars. Never believe them.
Don’t even listen to them if you can help.
They have spells in their tongues, and fire in their eyes.
They will give you suns and stars wrapped in words,
And you will follow them, rapt like a child.
Poets are liars. It’s how they survive.
They give you their lies in exchange for your truths,
And fashion a life of their own from the scraps.
They must have an audience; without it,
They fade and pale, and soon cease to exist.
Poets are liars, even in the womb;
They kick at their mothers, curious, restless,
And dream of wonders to fill the world outside:
Soft, formless lies, growing with each cell,
Chronicled in wordless sagas nine months long.
Poets are liars; and of all liars,
They are the most dangerous. They will tell you
Of love that lasts forever, of lives that changed,
Of happy endings and greater meanings.
They make you wish, and hope, and dream, and feel.
poem by Amy Sutton
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Decision Time
He sat in a chair
and rocked all night.
Could not sleep.
He was so uptight.
He thought about lies
being told by liars.
He thought about burnin'
in hell's fires.
He knew how the lies
would take him down.
The liars would win
and wear the crown.
When the night ended
and the sun came through
he saw it shining
and knew what he would do.
He'd change his life
and never look back.
For all the liars
are on the wrong track.
You can't stay on the road
that leads to hell
or you'll end up like the liars
and stay where they dwell.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Allegiance
From the very beginning,
Their scheme was a hoax.
And those who did not pledge to it...
Were harrassed and provoked.
And through the years,
This 'republic' still stands...
With little of its integrity left.
And liars still in command.
And the flag that represents,
This symbolic mock of democracy.
Unites only those whose eyes are shut closed.
With beliefs they uphold something of value,
That exists.
But those who are thieves...
Have only used the image of it,
To oppress and steal...
And harness a fulfillment,
Of their greediness.
'How can you say that about this fine democracy? '
Trust me...
I am very loyal 'and' patriotic,
With an allegiance to a flag pledged.
I know I've stated my allegiance
Has been to a republic.
But is this 'dichotomy' a democracy...
To which my devotion has been applied!
Or 'who' exactly benefits from my conformity?
And which group of liars,
Should my efforts really criticize?
I don't want to let none of my 'hoodwinkitis'
To go to waste just to be left bamboozled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slick Crooks and Pampered Thieves
Hey...
You are not the lone ranger.
Being bamboozled and hoodwinked,
Has become as passé...
As long as concepts of dishonesty,
Has been effectively in place.
Today...
It is an honor to be discovered,
As one who deceives.
Those folks end up to write books.
Bestsellers turned into blockbuster movies.
Con artists now teach others,
How to wholesomely steal.
And how to perfect an innocent look...
To gain an empathy that is felt.
And maintain a life for them that's real.
So do not believe,
These people are without integrity.
It is just not the kind,
You wish to see publicly observed.
Those standards you keep,
Are more delusional today.
Folks have been trained to be slick crooks,
And pampered thieves.
And in this society...
There is no other way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duels Between Thieves
Duels between thieves,
Eventually have to happen.
A source to go where thefts are made,
To ensure quality craved maintains its taste...
Does not sustain itself,
When thieves are not focused on originality.
Thieves have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinful Creatures
Treacherous.
Evil.
Oppressors.
Suppresso rs.
Dishonest.
Sneaky leechers.
Deceitful.
War mongering.
Liars.
Usurpers of traditions...
And quality of life!
Criminal.
Threatening.
Sinful creatures.
Thieves and haters.
Traitors all!
'And now...
Do you have an opinion of the terrorists? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Not Equipped
The only case they have,
Should be a 'suitcase'.
Packed and ready to carry.
And/or dragged behind them.
Even though they have depleted the economy,
With unprecedented selfish greed.
They are still pleading to bleed it,
On credit and loans.
With people moaning about a way of life,
Based upon the right to take away from others.
And attacking those,
Who in the past have supported their whims!
With a wish that a newly elected president fails.
And he is the only one left with the credibility to save them.
The ones that could have prevented their miseries...
Had been the liars and thieves,
With no integrity at all.
And they praised them for these false images.
If they wish one with integrity fails...
What does that say about the mindset of the people?
Are they wicked 'and' mentally sick?
Or just not equipped with a consciousness?
One that has been nourish on common sense.
Or all of the above?
'I would say that depends on the luggage.
Are those 'bags' they carry or drag behind them,
Louis Vitton?
If not it doesn't matter.
Folks have been blinded by design! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming Down Hard On Crime
They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.
So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!
Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.
They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')
Very nice!
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!
Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?
NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hospitable Hosts
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
But a gathering of thieves does not perfume the air.
No matter what is used to diffuse the stench...
Many are proud to stink so loudly.
As viewed with noses lifted high in despair.
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
Some even pretend to be humanitarian.
If not tax deducting philanthropers.
However...
Those who know they are straight up crooks,
Are the most entertaining and hospitable hosts.
They ensure everyone is provided comfort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Book Of Liars
Bye and bye now
Well get over
The things weve done and the things we said
But not just now when
I can t remember
Exactly what it was I thought we had
cause I waited so long girl and I came so far
To find out youre not always who you say you are
And theres a star in the book of liars by your name
Santa claus came in late last night
Drunk on christmas wine
Fell down hard in the driveway
Hung his bag out on the laundry line
Theres a cobra gunship for his golden boy
And theres a hello kitty for his pride and joy
And a silver star in the book of liars by your name
They hung a star in the book of liars by your name
Stars imploding
The long night passing
Electrons dancing in the frozen crystal dawn
Heres one left stranded at the zero crossing
With a hole in its half-life left to carry on
But now the worlds much larger than it looks today
And if my bad luck ever blows me back this way
Then Ill just look in my book of liars for your name
Ill just look in the book of liars for your name
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Lying Heart
May liars roam the adventures to apply,
Inside they have an organ to lie.
They are slightly frivolous,
Even thieves of the calculus.
May the maths constrict the veins
Opening the heart to bad regains,
I watch the blood of a liar as such,
Its beautiful colour is not much.
May lying be a solution to the pain
Of an evil man, an evil to be again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Aging Of Entitlements
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
They want to continue to believe,
They are deserving to stand tall...
On the backs of the poor.
As a cementing of doors...
Prevents them to advance.
The aging of entitlements,
Has created a deep hole...
For those who perceive,
Their lives are compared...
To those of royal thieves.
As the throwing of trinkets to appease the needy,
Is treated as if good deeds are done...
By the ones who welcome their blood ties.
To a history of gluttonous feeding of selfish greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A different World
I was bit drunk and leaning to a lamp post
Then I had a dream of another world exists.
In the day time the moon is visible
Night you could see the sun.
Deaf they hear, blind they see and dumb they talk.
The rocks, trees and animals too communicate.
Cripple they walk.
No thieves, gamblers, liars and smugglers
So there won't be any politicians anyhow?
And money is strictly prohibited.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sit Back and Watch the Circus! It's Free
Wait a cotton picking minute!
Billions are being spent on a monthly basis,
To protect us from 'identified' terrorists!
And yet mass murderers are walking amongst us,
Freely?
To do to us as they please?
And there is more of an interest,
To analyze their psychological adjustments...
As to why they can not live 'normal' lives,
In an approved and accepting society?
Am I NUTS?
'Ssssshhh...
You don't want anyone to believe,
You are 'not' patriotic...
Do you? '
Keep your voice down.
We are surrounded by rumor mongers,
And gossipers.'
OH!
You are right.
I have forgotten.
It is okay to tolerate our dysfunctions.
Just as long as we conform to them.
And they are not mentioned!
'Right.
Pretend these are the values others threaten.
But for us...
They are normally condoned.
And besides...
Some of these fanatics,
Are prone to receive flowering testimonies.'
Geeessshhh.
I am glad you are here to remind me of that.
Let's continue to observe the baring of the butts.
And people strutting around deranged.
'Hey...
That's what I say.
None of this we have to pay for.
Let us just sit back and watch the circus.
It's free! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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