One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying.
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I Am In Total Agreement With Your Assessment
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is difficult to live with limited funds.
Budgeting to pay for shelter, food and utilities.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is difficult to witness others live being deprived.
While their lives are being ignored.
And/or exploited in a hussle to keep them needy.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
So many now are forced to descend from high horses.
And getting a taste for the first time,
How life is lived without good credit scores.
Or multiple opportunities coming to knock at their doors.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
Very few are not so quick to pass judgement these days.
And knowing from my own experience...
How to remove myself from someone stunned.
Learning they too have become shunned and 'thumbed'
By the very same ones they supported,
At the expense of their own inhumanity.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
But do not believe,
I am here empathetic and prepared to embrace your pain.
I've already been numbed by your reaction to mine.
I see nothing in that to aid my benefit with gain.
Like I said...
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is so vivid.
As if I'm still living it with too much acceptance.
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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Condition Critical
Oh the tension's mounting
The pressure starts to show
All the men in haunting
Please don't let me go
(Don't go)
Try to free my body
(Don't go)
Try to strap me down
(Don't go)
These'll never break me
(Don't go)
Free wheel to look at me
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
The bells they are ringing
Or is it in my head
My nerves numb understanding
I'm falling out of bed
(Don't go)
So call it paranoia
(Don't go)
I don't see it that way
(Let's go)
You say I adore ya
(Hell no)
We're gonna rock they way
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Ooh ooh
Whips and chains
Don't feel no pain
What's so wrong
I think I'm going out of my head
Over heels
I can't feel
No pain, only pleasure
Get me out
Take me home
Can't you see my condition
Woo-woo-woo
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical (Cynical)
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition-aca
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Tomorrow Never Knows
Turn off your mind, relax
And float down stream
It is not dying
It is not dying
Lay down all thought
Surrender to the void
It is shining
It is shining
That you may see
The meaning of within
It is being
It is being
That love is all
And love is everyone
It is knowing
It is knowing
That ignorance and hate
May mourn the dead
It is believing
It is believing
But listen to the
Color of your dreams
It is not living
It is not living
Or play the game
Existence to the end
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
song performed by by Oasis
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Our Dreams Are Wished
There is something wanted.
But,
With a low expectation.
Our dreams are wished.
But,
Denying their existence...
Creates conflict.
We choose to believe what we say,
To share,
As it is perceived to be received that way.
And yet,
It is the doubt we keep kept...
To check,
For referral purposes!
Our dreams are wished.
But,
Denying their existence...
Creates conflict.
And yet,
It is the doubt we keep kept...
To check,
For referral purposes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubborn
Stubborn, stubborn
He was stubborn as a mule.
He refused to budge
in the world so cruel.
'Cause what good would it do,
one step or two?
It would get him nowhere
'cause the word's so cruel.
Stubborn, stubborn.
He was stubborn as a mule.
His eyes were defiant
with fire and fuel.
He'd been born into pain
where no one had cared.
He was alone in the world
but never was he scared.
He was just stubborn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Swimming In Darkness, Drowning In Doubt
Swimming in darkness, drowning in doubt
Knowing my life has been turned inside out
I'm wandering along in a world that is cold
Reliving all of my memories of old
I can't shake this feeling that the best was lost
I never imagined the height of this cost
Depression's black cloud hangs, huge and ominous
Sanity, now, just seems so amorphous
It seems I am lost in a world full of hate
Don't know what to do, unhappy with fate
My self-worth was shattered, my esteem now gone
Deep in my heart I know I'm not alone
But I feel that way, and it hurts me deeply
I can't understand why they treat me so cheaply
I can't seem to find an escape from the pain
Lost in this world, the people mundane
I just wish that everything could be clear
That I knew how to fight this adolescent fear
Until then I'll never know what life is about
I'm swimming in darkness, drowning in doubt.
poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer
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This Pain Is For You
Many things I believe for you is pain
I don't want any pain from you but I accept your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever...
Pain can be our own mistake
Pain can lead to our own troubles
Pain can lead to anything inside of us
I just need to get some help
I need you to acknowledge me to help me out of this pain
Many pains cannot be removed
Many can stay forever and ever
Many think pain isn't nothing for them
Pain is everything we learn from the outside world
You may get it someday
Someday you will see what I learn from pain
You may see me with cuts on my arms
That was pain, but this pain is what I feel inside
Love is pain too you know
Thinking about you when you probably just don't care
Pain is getting inside of me, not letting me go
I'm alone in the darkness of shadows
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I don't want any pain from you but I accept your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
This pain is everything painful has it is,
Ready for everything is to be done for you
I'll be ready for your pain
Every shadows of darkness is there inside of me
Tearing me apart too, but still I hunger you
So I'll take whatever I get and even thou it may pain, I'll treasure it
Please acknowledge me, tell me about your pain and
Forever pure.
poem by Gabriel Pein
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How Did You Get Here?
The good news?
We are not that close to the bottom,
As expected.
The bad news?
We are not that close to the bottom,
As expected.
'So...
Where are we?
And why is that both good and bad news? '
Not knowing where you are can be motivating.
Forgetting who you are and how you got there,
Is total darkness.
That's where ignorance will leave you,
In total darkness!
'So...
What does that have to do with anything? '
Turn off your flashlight!
'I will be in darkness.'
How did you get here?
'I followed you! '
And you believed I knew what I was doing?
With loss of light and without eye contact?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance
Accept accept
Acceptance is life.
Without accepting
You can not stand
Without accepting
You can not stay
Without accepting
You go astray.
Accept accept
Acceptance is life.
And everything
Is all right
Everything is OK
Go and enjoy life.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Total self-esteem requires total and unconditional acceptance of yourself. You are a unique and worthy individual, regardless of your mistakes, defeats and failures, despite what others may think, say or feel about you or your behavior. If you truly accept and love yourself, you won't have a driving need for attention and approval. Self-esteem is a genuine love of self. Stop all adverse value judging of yourself. Stop accepting the adverse value judgments of others. Purge yourself of all condemnation, shame, blame, guilt & remorse.
Help The Nile-Crocodile Survive
Eating in a new restaurant where the chips were
sprinkled with spices; I should have sent it back,
but I didn’t; now another sleepless night with my
back and neck in a terrible knot, stomach burning
and my head stuffed with cotton; with cold spells
and fevers; it is the very last time I eat what I’m
offered with strange condiments; in future I’ll refuse,
not caring about offending; given the corporeal
punishment inflicted by food - I feel like dying
I am so tired; the Nile-Crocodile is reduced to
primitive reptilian survival; the Ice-Princess is
crying all life is vain; Cinderella is writhing in pain,
Alice has been changed into a prototype Quasimodo;
maybe the stuff that I eat shuts off part of my brain –
I can’t even do any addition; at school I was branded
a fool; at varsity I was the local dunce; every test
taken under allergic conditions and I never knew
I thought life was supposed to be this painful
Seth says all physical pain has psychosomatic origins
in the indictment of my childish self by Calvinism’s
original sin; the war at home that spoiled all ideas of
love; the total neglect of all emotional needs when we
were small – therefore my life is blighted; although I
know that ideas and experiences of doom and gloom
are the cause by creating a chemically unbalanced body;
no amount of reading and positive thinking has changed
the situation as yet –
Seth promised that accepting responsibility for all of
life’s problems would lessen the effect of any
psychosomatic condition; yet my attempts to accept
it has not changed anything – maybe this condition
is meant as a gift: It brought the Nile-Crocodile into
existence, a deep need to read and study to escape
the confines of discomfort – the claustrophobia forces
me to seek escape through my imagination; thank
heaven I discovered New Age literature to
Help the Nile-Crocodile survive the onslaught
on mind, brain and body!
poem by Margaret Alice
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90 North
At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.
There in the childish night my companions lay frozen,
The stiff fur knocked at my starveling throat,
And I gave my great sigh: the flakes came huddling,
Were they really my end? In the darkness I turned to my rest.
—Here, the flag snaps in the glare and silence
Of the unbroken ice. I stand here,
The dogs bark, my beard is black, and I stare
At the North Pole . . .
And now what? Why, go back.
Turn as I please, my step is to the south.
The world—my world spins on this final point
Of cold and wretchedness: all lines, all winds
End in this whirlpool I at last discover.
And it is meaningless. In the child's bed
After the night's voyage, in that warm world
Where people work and suffer for the end
That crowns the pain—in that Cloud-Cuckoo-Land
I reached my North and it had meaning.
Here at the actual pole of my existence,
Where all that I have done is meaningless,
Where I die or live by accident alone—
Where, living or dying, I am still alone;
Here where North, the night, the berg of death
Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness,
I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me—
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
Anonymous submission.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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Permission To Die Sept 12th,2012
I'd like to avoid dying in severe agony and pain,
Looking at spots in the ceiling and listening to the rain,
But this is what our appointed Supreme Court imposed on us to do,
They did it to very sick Sue Rodriguez and to you too.
Death with dignity is completely forbidden here and now,
They allowed the drug-addict Insite clinic open but death not allowed,
We should not need to go to court for permission to die,
To have some high court judge refuse while looking you in the eye.
If we had binding referendums, we could change the result,
Dying with dignity would be normal and not an insult,
Persons with painful or cancerous diseases should have permission,
For euthanasia after consultation with their physician.
poem by James Bredin
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Tomorrow Never Knows
listen to the colour of your dreams...
turn off your mind, relax and float downstream
then it's not dying, then it's not dying
lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
and it is shining, it is shining
now you may see the meaning of within
it is being, it is being
love is all, love is everyone
and it is knowing, andit is knowing
let ignorance and hate mingle with dead
it is believing, it is believing
oh play the game, existence to the end
of the beginning, of the beginning
of the beginning, beginning
turn off your mind, relax and float downstream
it is not dying, it is not dying
play the game, existence to the end
of the beginning, of the beginning
of the beginning, of the beginning,
lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
of the beginning, of the beginning, of the beginning
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Acceptance is not a state of passivity or inaction. I am not saying you can't change the world, right wrongs, or replace evil with good. Acceptance is, in fact, the first step to successful action. If you don't fully accept a situation precisely the way it is, you will have difficulty changing it. Moreover, if you don't fully accept the situation, you will never really know if the situation should be changed.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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Checkmate
'D-minished! '
Plummeted is more appropriate.
Like a vanishing of prerequisites.
A total convening of mindlessness applied.
A substitution for common sense...
With no jurisdiction for the application of thought.
A total disregard for humanity.
A total acceptance of deception.
And a total...
'Checkmate!
You want to play another game?
Or have you run out of strategies?
Since none is working.
Has worked...
Or seem can work! '
Please!
Set up the board.
You're just lucky that's all!
'Oh no.
You lost...
Again.
You set up.
Unless you intend to bring something,
You had not brought before? '
Like what?
'Less BS and a technique for winning! '
I don't have to go through all of that.
I am going to the seminary to become a politician.
I'll charm my way to get what I want.
'That may be true.
But whatever you do.
Have done.
Or will attempt to do to get done.
Ain't helping you at all here!
Your move.'
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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Road Song, For Smoky
it is not the destination,
it is the journey.
it is not the knowing,
it is the questioning.
it is not the finding,
it is the seeking.
it is not knowing God,
it is knowing oneself.
it is not the attainment,
it is the giving...
it is not the holy,
it is a child's dirty face.
it is not the living,
it is the dying....
for in each tiny death
a new universe is born.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Eve of the night
Storm.
Merciless and powerful.
As my pain.
Once again.
You came.
A friend.
Uninvited and strange.
To keep me company tonight.
So I watch...
I listen, to your melody.
For there is an unexplainable harmony.
Between us.
My isolation.
Darkness.
Rain, wind.
Coming, of twilight.
Perhaps it is the mood, we share.
Uncontrollable.
Powerful and bare.
Or just an illusion.
Like many things past - And present.
But it helps me, to think.
Plan and to endure.
My depression and doubt.
In hope of a future, happiness.
Love - Possibly even gain.
For we are given but a spoonful.
Of luck and strength.
To last a journey long.
Uncertain, full of pain.
Where it'll lead,
I do not know.
What to do?
Here and now.
To face a future.
Still unknown.
These thoughts, I bear.
And fear.
For I wonder and doubt.
The purpose.
Of life, I have.
Its mere existence.
So, night decending.
In darkness I dream.
Fantasize, of hope.
Share my thought.
Alone, with you.
Eve of the night...
poem by Ilari Rahja
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