What we need is not more distrust and division. What we need now is acceptance.
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We need to reach that happy stage of our development when differences and diversity are not seen as sources of division and distrust, but of strength and inspiration.
quote by Josefa Iloilo
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The state has, in order to control us, introduced division into our thinking, so that we come to distrust others and look to the state for protection.
quote by Butler Shaffer
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If There Is Division
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.
A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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Saying the unspeakable
Such as President Obama
may not say it; but I
who am nobody, may speak it:
the God of many names and One
does not wish division;
you and I (there are no others?)
do not wish division;
who makes division?
Why do all seek an ‘enemy’?
The dispossessed invent an enemy
on whom to blame their plight;
the rich invent an enemy
to excuse their greed;
those who worship God under one name
make enemy of those who worship God
under another name;
even those who worship God under the same name
make sects in order to invent an enemy;
is it because it is easier
to make an enemy than a friend?
is it easier to fear
than to love?
is it easier to hate
than to love?
is it easier to count to two
than think of three or one?
do we feel more powerful
if we have an enemy?
and now we fire at enemies
invisible beyond the horizon..
are enemies more attractive
to our life than friends?
Tell me, poets, tell me, sages;
tell me, saints; oh tell me God;
tell me, arithmeticians:
when division multiplies
our enemies, why do we
so love division?
The God of many names and One
makes division in Himself
with love and without hate;
you and I (there are no others?)
love each other all the more
in the sameness of our differences;
does human kind
now hate itself so much?
who thinks division, loves division?
makes an enemy of otherness?
forgets that God is One?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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They Live In Division
People of ignorance take no time to learn,
But rush to judgement to incite a fighting done...
Dawn after dawn and after many midnights.
They live in division.
People.
People of ignorance initiate hate.
With a wasting of time to find themselves,
Replaced.
By the acts of Mother Nature.
And the reality of this no one claims is faked.
Then people in this condition expect overnight,
Their self-centered appetites...
To be restored as they would like.
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
Even when God wants division to end,
They live in division.
People...
To even ignore every message sent,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
People of ignorance initiate hate.
With a wasting of time to find themselves,
Replaced.
By the acts of Mother Nature.
And the reality of this no one claims is faked.
But...
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
People...
To even ignore every message sent,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
They live in division.
People...
They live in division.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm not going to worry about the Cure slipping down into the second division; it doesn't bother me because I never expected to be in the first division anyway.
quote by Robert Smith
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The chief lesson I have learned in a long life is that the only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him and show your distrust.
quote by Henry Stimson
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The chief lesson I have learned in a long life is that the only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him; and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him and show your distrust.
quote by Henry L. Stimson
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No One Questioned the Reek
When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.
Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.
Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.
And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!
With a renovation to extend the existing stench.
Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because I Must
It wasn't me who introduced distrust.
To accept that as an advantage.
With an acceptance to lust.
And as successful as you have been at this,
I empathize with you.
But there is no 'us'.
I admit to moments of wishing things differently.
But you have made it clear...
I should not dwell in providing you a bit of sympathy.
With a determination,
To stay in prayer and keep away.
And forgive and forget,
Whatever our closeness then had meant.
Without added stress or revisited torment.
In a dismissing of mental anguish...
Delivered and sent.
Because I must of you not trust!
Because I must of you not trust,
Again...
What it is you say.
Or do to defend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is only one nature - the division into science and engineering is a human imposition, not a natural one. Indeed, the division is a human failure it reflects our limited capacity to comprehend the whole.
Division Day
Tuning - cgcfad or d(drop c)
Listen to the cd for correct timings
The solo is from the chords, nothing out of key
So just improvise in there and Ill get to the solo
Later.
Intro right before verse 1
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There was a grown man dying from fright
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So surprised at the things hed say
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With a giant fantasy life
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Running round on feet of clay
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Naked except for a per pet ual death
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That couldnt be stripped away
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And Im right to prove wrong
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It moved him along closer to division day
It just continues...
I spent a long time living with that
Never could give it a name
And when you dont know what youre looking at
Makes it much harder to tame
Mostly theyd meet when he was asleep and
Have some sick exchange
That struck him as wrong
And moved him along closer to division day
(solo)
I cant make an exception for a bad connection
That only goes one way
Sell out for a song where I dont belong
With you on division day
The moon stood up on the ridge
Looking down where the water shines
And a man looking over the bridge
Like hed done so many times
Thinking about how to stay out
Out of troubles way
Flying to fall away from you all
Its over division day
Beautiful division day
Jimy - [email protected] - icq:14267345 aol im: destroy333
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Errors
The error is made today, of late,
And too many can err in the ways of men.
The errors so bold and hard are lately in contempt,
For they are reckless, and I am poor for all.
The whole question is a mistake,
The whole answer should be silenced
For the signal is lasting and resolute,
As forming the signs of distrust.
Boldly go where we have gone,
Boldness shall overcome those in distrust;
Let happiness behold some fine path
And let it shake so much for the quake.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Acceptance Threatens the Status Quo
Small towns aren't the only places...
Where acceptance is regarded,
As difficult as learning a foreign language.
And spoken although despised...
By those noncomformists criticized,
And labelled to provoke...
As mavericks.
Acceptance threatens the status quo.
Those folks choosing to maintain unconditional control...
No matter how low the deceptive use of their tactics.
And...
Innovative are those tactics!
Acceptance fosters maturing as well.
Small minds uncomfortable with this process...
Are generally threatened by growth,
And the affects of all signs of intelligence expressed.
This is as evident as the planting of weeds,
To ensure the killing of floral bloom.
And the excitement of the anticipation of it.
This kind of acceptance is an infestation.
And some folks are just as thrilled to manifest the defects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'll Point It Out to You, Right Now!
The misunderstanding began,
When you perceived me to be a figment created...
By your imagination.
And your attraction,
To the surface of things without a pursuance of depth...
Has begun a division that ends in a permanent separateness.
Oh yes...
Taking a respect I've always shown to you,
As a sign of acceptance of your disrespect.
And you have not gotten this correct yet!
Your thoughtlessness,
Disgusts me.
I'll point it out to you,
Right now!
Do you see my raised eyebrow?
See how that is followed,
By the gritting of my teeth?
Do you witness my hand making a fist?
Does anything about this,
Relay to your mind that I might be pissed?
I am!
Very much.
And prepared, physically, to let you know all about it!
Since retaliation is what you have instigated.
I have no choice but to deliver what you wish.
'But...
You confront me with violence.'
And...
You have defamed me with deceit!
You get no cheeks here to turn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Division Dens
Living in division dens,
Picking through assorted mints.
Listening to urban music,
And amused by petty arguments.
How blissfully sweet,
This mixed menagerie lifts...
And greets from the streets.
I could not live in suburbia,
The silence of the sameness
Would distract.
And from that my nerves would be disturbed
Living in division dens,
Stacked in concrete...
From several stories of five.
With paths connecting others scattered,
To heights of more than ten!
And within them lives,
A collective eclected excitement of life.
From terraces this is shared.
Or one may choose to sit and breathe alone,
Knowing a world with this blend is out there.
Sparing one of total isolation.
Although inside these division dens,
A sense of freeing needed comes now and then.
And that pleases with an ease.
And yet connects,
In a separation accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Joy
Love is joy, love is acceptance –
accepting my loved one, in total
acceptance of Rudi, of everything
he does, feels, thinks, I feel joy,
and the most amazing thing is –
he accepts me also! It is beyond
description, how it is possible for
him to accept me as I am? I’ve
been waiting for orders to change,
convinced that sometime I should
become a better person, but Rudi
likes ME, it’s flabbergasting, how
can it be? I thought one should
change to accommodate your
mate, I didn’t know what to change
into, was waiting for directions,
checking expectations – and all
I have received is confirmation,
total acceptance from my loved
one – yet I have read that there
is no such thing as unconditional
love, I’m still waiting for the
conditions to come, I’ll love you
if… and there is none! Love to
me is joy, total acceptance and
joy, singing with the birds,
swimming with the fishes, laughing
with a loved one, loving his warmth,
adoring his smile, seeking explosions
in sensations and bubbling emotions,
I see Rudi as more than human, he
is an Angel to me…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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One Does Not Grow Without A Knowing Done
I've been made to distrust.
To protect and not cuddle up.
My approach is to first offend,
Then to take notice...
Who understands,
That wall from behind...
I have chosen to defend.
It is not easy to have an identity,
Some may believe...
Is an ego to please.
I've given up proceeding with an ego,
Long ago.
To me an ego shows,
One who hasn't or refuses to grow.
I've been made to distrust.
To protect and not cuddle up.
From experiences I've had...
By those who stripped me of trust.
And today I am not willing,
To do 'that' so fast!
So 'if' I seem distant,
Uncaring and unconcerned.
Know that I've been in the 'heat'...
And staying away from being burned,
Is a lesson I have learned.
One does not grow without a knowing,
Done of what one learns not to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Consider This
Shallow is their insight and with it is that existence.
And some are accused of having less patience with them.
While displaying less tolerance for their ignorance...
But should express more acceptance of it!
As well as their lack of consciousness.
To pass on an accountability...
That becomes part of a stagnated unity,
With increased division to further irresponsibility.
However...
Let's consider this!
When one decides to move forward,
In steps that are direct...
There is an intention meant,
To leave behind a confinement...
One graduates from with no regrets.
And feeling free to express an obtained intellect,
As part of that process to share...
In an exchange being done.
With a stretching of the mind that one desires to get!
With an expanded acknowledgement.
And...
Some just AIN'T there yet!
Whether they are making those attempts,
Or know how to spell motivation.
There is a noticed absence of it!
And 'that' appears in overqualified abundance.
You feel me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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