God's delays are not God's denials.
quote by Robert H. Schuller
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Denials Kept
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts to fulfill.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Destroys not create.
Denials kept,
Chases with debates.
Denials kept,
Confuses those who lose.
Denials kept,
Is the choice of fools.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts...
To fulfill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Kills.
Kills.
Kills.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never think that God's delays are God's denials. Hold on hold fast hold out. Patience is genius.
quote by George-Louis Leclerc de Buffon
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Never think that God's delays are God's denials. Hold on hold fast hold out. Patience is genius.
quote by Comte de Buffon
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Cyber Cafe Embarrassment.
She embarrassed too much the moon,
And for the fact she enjoyed it the dawn,
Watching secretly not to open the truth,
But to open because of denials the moon,
I called a cyber cafe and school embarrassment,
She embarrassed too much the moon,
And setting her Dogs in watch the dawn,
But eyes open but couldn't see still,
She needs but denials the moon,
I called a cyber cafe distractions for Art,
She embarrassed too much the moon,
And brought in are confusions,
And still cannot understand still,
A naive may be the moon dawn,
I called in darkness cyber cafe embarrassment.
She embarrassed too much the moon,
And dash out and dash in of its different gimmicks,
For a confusion of no meaning,
For its beauty in glory,
They tried to catch but couldn't,
They tried to obstruct but its morning shine!
I called in its windy liars and denials,
She embarrassed too much the moon,
We spoke even if its called an unspoken words,
We spoke and communicate very silently,
We ate but very silenced also,
But denials in reality of its greed the moon,
I called its security what J. p Clark refers 'SEASONS OF OMEN',
I called cyber cafe embarrassment in-depth,
I called my cyber cafe embarrassment in lust of love!
A cyber distraction diaspora.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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The Upkeep Of Images
Approaching a broken fence,
With a brush and a can of paint...
Believing to change its appearance,
With a few minutes given to it.
And a mending with a healing,
Of fresh and accepted perceptions...
Would again begin...is quite admirable.
However,
Wouldn't it be better and cost effective,
If denials were rejected?
And a broken fence needing to be removed,
Would be viewed as a needed thing to do?
IF denials and excuses were not used,
To dilute with a diffusing of reality.
'Maybe you are right.
None of us have heard it stated that way.
We have spent millions,
On the upkeep of images...
And outdated appearances.
With a hope our efforts would influence,
Those times we wish unchanged to stay...
With us forever,
In a never-to-age-land of fantasies.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Candied Kisses
She wants it sugar coated.
To clip and paste...
Upon her fragile reality.
He wants to be her superman.
Although he flies into brick walls.
And he can't quite come to his feet to stand.
He is human afterall.
Stumbling from a crawl.
To get up again...
Proving he has the balls to win.
They represent,
Roleplays
That have come to an end.
And they resent delays,
To their wishes.
They represent,
Roleplays
That have come to an end.
And they resent delays,
To their wishes.
She wants it sugar coated.
To clip and paste...
Upon her fragile reality.
He wants to be her superman.
Although he flies into brick walls.
And he can't quite come to his feet to stand.
He is human afterall.
Stumbling from a crawl.
To get up again...
Proving he has the balls to win.
Time and again to defend,
If he doesn't.
They represent,
Roleplays
That have come to an end.
And they resent delays,
To their wishes.
They represent,
Roleplays
That have come to an end.
And they resent delays,
To their wishes.
Woe oh,
They pray to have it their way.
Woe oh,
They were raised with candied kisses.
Woe oh,
They pray to have it their way.
Woe oh,
They were raised with candied kisses.
They represent,
Roleplays
That have come to an end.
And they resent delays,
To their wishes.
Woe oh,
They pray to have it their way.
Woe oh,
They were raised with candied kisses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through Crooked Teeth
Some will shift their pity,
To replace it with a guilt.
And with their magnified denials,
Will profess innocence.
And defy!
And try...
To hide.
Some become committed,
To forgetting what it is...
That is done to another,
With a blank look they give...
To defy.
And try...
To hide.
Provokers love to lie,
To keep things heated up quick.
And do,
Through crooked teeth.
And bite,
The backs of anyone...
Who seeks to see them beaten,
With eyes...
Opened up wide,
To lies.
Some will shift their pity,
To replace it with guilt.
And with their magnified denials,
Will profess innocence.
But...
The ones who will defeat them,
Have eyes opened wide...
To lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Man Rides His Horse
To snare a thought from the deeper mind
Carries a message for the young and old;
This avalanche of my desire is created
By the acts that are mastered by the few.
Then philosophers force their barrels of beer,
The thin men are of the public orders,
The thick men are short and about the aorta
Of the heart, for they are essential beings.
Balanced minds recreate for the majority,
The puzzles are torn into fragments,
Denials are afraid of denials,
And forces are like whole avalanches.
Towards the city a man rides his horse,
They gallop, but he races for his force
Is about the traps in a society,
Fully the society is relentless.
A mind reacts relaxed, with the worst worries,
This agile mind of anger, shall ask for incidents;
The same acts of mine are afoot
With an art of rest - that is the fastest remedy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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One picture is worth 1,000 denials.
quote by Ronald Reagan
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0017 Suppose it said..
Suppose it said – and, yes
it has been said, that
you were made to be
as much the same, as God,
or, The Creator – or
some other word that
means as much – were made to be
as much the same as – That -
as any human being could be; that
this, waits for you; it’s there;
cease to deny that that is so,
and then, it will be so…
suppose you hear it said; and
like the sound of it; then
close your eyes for several seconds
and open them again; but, it’s all
just the same…
suppose that at that point,
you don’t give up, with, as they say,
'a snort of derision'; but close your eyes again,
and think
I don’t remember such a big denial
all at once; how could a child
know what to deny, or why;
deny so vast a thing?
or could it rather be, a history
of many small denials? ah yes,
that seems quite possible – like
all those things that we put to one side
as – so the song goes on – ‘but not for me…’:
some few were overcome – I thought once
that riding a bike was Not For Me;
but thanks to Dad who proved me wrong,
I’ve thousands of miles of the joy of freedom
ticking on the cyclometer…
but yes, there’s much that’s labelled
Not For Me; once, poetry
was labelled, too, so great a thing
but Not For Me..
suppose a life
without self-deprivation
where all these small denials were denied,
whom would I be then? Would I be great
in so many small acceptances,
that all that life might have to offer,
should be myself? Would that be joy?
I think it could be so.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Misterious Ways
Mysterious ways
I must have aged 20 years in the last seven days
Livin on emotion disbelief and rage
I found out the hard way life is what you make
Sometimes you gotta learn to give yourself a break
You can go where you want to go
You can know who you want to know
Take a good look inside youll see
You can have it all if you just believe
Time moves in mysterious ways
Youre dancin to the music while the music plays
Accelerates and then delays
Time moves in mysterious ways
Accidents can happen and they always do
It only takes a twist of fate to turn on you
I was in the wrong place at just right time
I thought she was a lover not a friend of mine
You can do what you wanna do
You can screw who you want to screw
In the end its the fantasy
Not reality that will set you free
Time moves in mysterious ways
Youre dancin to the music while the music plays
Accelerates and then delays
Time moves in mysterious ways.
And once its inside of me
Its like a symphony
Youre on a cloud and cant come down
Its like a dream then you come around
You can go where you want to go
You can know who you want to know
Take a good look inside youll see
You can have it all if you just believe
Time moves in mysterious ways
Youre dancin to the music while the music plays
Accelerates and then delays
Time moves in mysterious ways
song performed by by Toto
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He who does not know the road delays also one that knows it.