Accidently Intentionally
When a man chases your cat in the road intentionally for your cat to get hit.
What are your first thoughts?
How can you prove such claims.
False accusations deface and maim.
With threats upon doing such a thing.
He said, 'your cat cost me my dog, now if I see it I will make sure it also is dead and gone.'
Revenge with a head upon the stake.
It stares at you with a grimace and you know not what to do.
Pain to pain.
The trade of the bane.
A witch doctors calling to the insane.
But his hate is thrust upon that which he loved.
Self severing is vengeance and her penance.
A due for cause.
A due for pause.
But sometimes one is quick not to grieve.
An accident, turns into the intentionally.
Emotions can indeed mislead.
Should forgiveness be given to those who can't forgive?
I will try even as the images of my cat yet horrify.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Descend
Sitting back I only wish
Today will turn out fine
And wash away the stain
The poison in my eyes
What do you recommend?
I feel my life descending
Im falling out of reach
Catch me as I bleed (again)
Im not insane
Cant reach the pain
Chorus:
If I could be all by myself
I could be me
If you could see, live with my pain
The thoughts that I keep
I hate the way they are
Their patronising thoughts
Tried to get inside my head
Ask the question I have read
But one thing makes it hard
Feel so fragile as I cry
So confused yet so alive
So abused the system lied
You lied to me
Im not insane
Cant reach the pain
Chorus
Alone ....alone
Hands appeared around my neck
Felt so hard to breathe I stared
As my focus turned to haze
I could see them
Im not insane
Cant stand the pain
Chorus
song performed by by Feeder
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ThE BelOveD LanD...
Ohh Palestine
You will never be alone
Your people are fighting for your free will
And that is undeniably shone
Your truth and your pain
Has stood enough
Your tears and your bane
Has made us tough
To stand for your independence
And to stand for your pride
And all we want you to know
Is that we are for eternity on your side
We intentionally forbid your grief
Thus we work hard to be
The people you intend us to subsist
The ones that will set you free
We pray for your loved ones there
We pray every single day
That God will help them reside
With no pain and despair all the way
May your freedom and liberty
Assemble in every person’s hand
And at last live with autonomy
In your devoted and beloved land.
poem by Marria Attar
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Sonnet: Forgiveness
Revenge, if o’er-come by Forgiveness be,
What a wonderful world it turns truly!
Forgive your neighbor first and only then,
You expect God’s Forgiveness for Heaven.
Forgiving foes is not an easy task;
’Tis not like wearing for face, heart new mask;
Forgiving’s better than seeking revenge;
Learn this great wisdom and do not avenge.
The world we live in is imperfect, oh!
To injustice, we have to sometimes bow;
Taking revenge can’t solve all our matters;
Love, Forgiveness always never falters.
Love is thy weapon, O victimized man!
Forgive neighbors like Almighty, human!
poem by John Celes
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Intentionally
Intentionally,
You do what is done.
As if to others,
What you do is not known.
And intentionally,
Those who know what you do...
Pretend,
They do not notice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wake Up Call
His pain
For me
Disdain
Till
It
Touches my grain.
Arise
From slumber
For
His pain
His pain
Can.......................
Will be...................
Yes !
Is my pain
Maim
Maim
Maimed
By HIS pain.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Love.... Me.....
you want me to make a love poem
i will write one
crisp and sweet
and intentionally true
then you will read it
and then you will ask what do i mean
by those images that
you have seen
but cannot figure out
since some hands come out
from the belly
some eyes are put at the
back of the head
i will not tell you
you have always misunderstood love
me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Rusty Nail
I ran a nail into my hand,
The wound was hard to heal;
So bitter was the pain to stand
I thought how it would feel,
To have spikes thrust through hands and feet,
Impaled by hammer beat.
Then hoisted on a cross of oak
Against the sullen sky,
With all about the jeering follk
Who joyed to see me die;
Die hardly in insensate heat,
With bleeding hands and feet.
Yet was it not that day of Fate,
Of cruelty insane,
Climaxing centuries of hate
That woke our souls to pain!
And are we not the living seed
Of those who did the deed!
Of course, with thankful heart I know
We are not fiends as then;
And in a thousand years or so
We may be gentle men.
But it has cost a poisoned hand,
And pain beyond a cry,
To make me strangely understand
A Cross against the sky.
poem by Robert William Service
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12/09....Pain
Pain...............
It has many forms, some hurt worse than others
Some cause you to bleed, while others make you cry
Some make you want to die, or be dead, while
others just make you want to stay in bed
Pain, its like a bee stinging you in the face
Pain, its like someone sprayin you with mace
Pain, its like having your best friend die
Pain, its like biting into a hot piece of pie
Pain, its like a knife tearing your skin
Pain, its like not having any friends
Pain, its like having your heart ripped in two
Pain, its like not knowing what to do
Pain, is a common thing for me
Pain, it fills my life with sorrow and misery
Pain, it makes me want to cry everyday
Pain, it makes me feel the worst way
Pain, it drives my life and the things I do
Pain..........please leave me alone!
poem by Sacred Garden
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A Poem For A Friend Dying of Cancer
I forgive you, Lord, for all your cruelty
And the way you really had it in for me,
The way you let them break my heart,
The way they tore my happiness apart.
I forgive you, Lord, but I don't see why
I should honour you because you chose to die,
I hate the way you've crucified my friends
Proclaiming that your Great Love nrver ends!
I forgive you, Lord, for all the suffering
That you allowed, and how you didn't bring
Relief for friends who lay there in their pain,
I forgive you, Lord, perhaps you are insane!
I forgive you, Lord, you really make me sick,
Your clever words are just a cunning trick,
Why don't you save my friend who's going to die,
She's only 31, and you won't tell me why.
I don't forgive you, Lord, the end has come
For a Creator who's both deaf and dumb,
I hate you now for all eternity,
And the reason for my hatred is obvious to see.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Sweet Pain
Ahh
My leathers fit tight around me
My whip is always beside me
You want the same thing every day
Ill teach you love a different way
Youll learn to love me and my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Sweet pain, my love will drive you insane
And pain has got its reason
And if you dont stop your teasin, baby
Im gonna show you now
Youll get your lovin anyhow, anyhow
And youll get to love me and my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain, my love will drive you insane
Ahh, you get to love me any way I say
Ahh, you get to love me and my sweet pain
Oh
Pain has got its reason
You find it pleasin, yes you do, yes you do
And Im gonna show you now
Youll get to love it anyhow, anyhow and
Youll get to love me and my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain, my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain my love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain (sweet pain) my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain (sweet pain) my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain (sweet pain) my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain (sweet pain) my love will drive you insane
song performed by by Kiss
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Bastards srtike
Bastards have already stuck their strike.
All ready had the forced entery.
In my head they stay no to exit.
I felt pain that day.
I had the pain.
Forcible sex.
Hurt through and through.
Now I know what hate is.
Becuase hate is all I feel for you.
Bastards strike on the weak.
The speak threats with their beak.
They had thier nasty streak.
Tuants and threats they speak.
Bastards raped me and I hate them.
Theyre are scum.
Evil vile scum.
And rotten to the core.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Feelings and Insanity
my feelings are driving me insane
no matter who they are toward
they wanna make me end it
pain, hate, love, sympathy
i want them all gone
i wonder what life would be like without
one second im head over heals
next i just wanna be friends
feeling pain and hate towards stupid sh.t
sympathy causing me depression
i dont know how to handle it
i wish some how it would just leave
my feelings make me insane
its to where i just wanna say f.ck it
i dont know what to do with them
im crying for help
nothing is what i get
more insanity my feelings just bring
how do i end it?
HELP!
poem by Jessica Licklider
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Forgiveness
Forgiveness is an act that works through God;
Forgiveness is an act of God in man;
Forgiveness is the work of God’s great love;
Forgiveness is an art that man must learn!
Men with good sense will restrain their anger;
Such men defer their anger for long times;
To forgive transgressions is man’s glory;
To hold one’s tongue is done by people smart.
Forgiving is an act almost divine;
Forgiving is something not all can do;
Forgiving someone is too tough at times;
Forgiving fully is done by just few!
To preach is easy; forgiving is tough;
Forgiving is an honor of men wise;
If God should forgive us, we must forgive;
Like God, we must be slow to anger too.
‘Forgive those who sin against us, ’ tells Christ;
To gain God’s forgiveness, we must then, first;
There is no limit to forgive someone;
Forgiveness is a virtue Jesus taught.
One who forgives has no revenge in heart;
One who forgives has no hate from the start;
‘Forgive and God will forgive you, ’ says Lord.
Forgiving plants the seed of love of God.
When all are sinners, forgiveness is prime;
By doing so, we gain the love of God;
Through forgiveness, our tolerance will grow;
For prayers to be heard, forgive right now!
A man with grudge is like a fruitless tree!
Grudge can stand in-between you and heaven!
Spare no occasion of forgiving men;
Judge not others but show mercy on them!
We turn like God when we forgive others;
Forgiving earns more souls for God, brothers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-13-2009
poem by John Celes
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Iron Man
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
Well just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For iron man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron man lives again!
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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This Being Human Business
From squalor and trash,
A rising is witnessed.
Forgiveness is wished,
But a pain condoned...
Has been felt alone although unshown.
A mind conflicted frees from its limits.
Breaks to escape to initiate a taste of heartache.
And a choice is made to unleash and invade...
With a loosening of a harnessed and harbored feeling.
Sitting with an itch that can not be dismissed.
Sitting between a forgetting with forgiveness.
And a demeaning remembered intentionally inflicted.
What should one do...
When a gratefulness of blessings expressed,
Has also spoiled too?
Hmmm...
This being human business isn't easy.
Especially when an unwanted suffering has been endured.
'Shouldn't that be...
This 'human being' business? '
I got up early this morning,
So I would not have to listen to you.
Now go back to sleep.
These thoughts I'm having,
Are not subconscious, thank you.
'You are right!
This being 'human' business isn't easy!
At all.'
Whatever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hate Stinger
For all of time we had a man
Who had a frozen heart
Hes standig on a hill
And sees the morning come
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
Just in time he finds the way
To do without the lies
Its time to bruise and maim
Stripped of all disguise
Fear and rage - destruction
No warning or a sign
Hate and sin - confession
Hes deadly from behind
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
The devil rings - we pay the rent
The cruellest cut of all
We built the road he travelled on
The lessons come to call
So look for signs behind the eyes
Destructor of us all
Stands alone deathly still
The stealer has arrived
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Art of Pain
Whether physical, whether emotional
Whether healed completely, whether leaving scar
Whether obvious, whether hidden well
Pain is the world of nightmare
Whether mild, whether severe
Occasionally hurt, or continue disturbing
Whether acceptable risk, whether unwelcome trouble
Pain is the word of torment
By accident, by sacrifice
By breaking bad, by doing right
Struck by grief, intensified by guilt
Pain is the level of endurance
Loved for angst, hated for weakness
The pleasure for S, the need for M
Whether understood, whether denied
Pain is an honest friend
In the body, in the heart
In trying to tend, or just watching
In the cry, in the smile
Pain is the fight of will
The mortal call, the life sign
The spring of fear, the revenge promise
The aching feeling, the play of darkness
Pain is the edge of sanity
Wishing the end of this suffering
Wondering the cause of this bitterness
Is it strength or is it quicksand?
Pain is a miserable thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Chosen As Their Options
To be satisfied with a life one's got,
Is to be able to acknowledge mistakes made.
Whether done intentionally to do again or not.
And...
With choices and decisions to make,
To place their own footsteps with faith.
This gift given to all as observed,
Is not to seek to live it perfectly.
But to do it in the doing of that which is best,
To not repeat the beating of one's head against a wall.
Belieivng this process leads to happiness.
It doesn't for many but for a few it may.
Unless one believes a sacrificial beating of oneself,
Is the reason why they have come into possession...
Of such a wonderous gift.
And have become upset that pain with suffering,
Is what one needs to accessorize to show others...
They can flaunt what they have chosen as their options.
One never knows which road some choose to select.
And for those who have chosen a road,
That continues to go in a circle that connects...
Perhaps one day for them this will be noticed.
But to stand and watch this activity done to judge,
Should not be defended by anyone as being productive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All We Do
How high is the light above
Is everybody thinking bout a thing called love
My, my theres a light ahead
Is everybody waiting till the thing turns red
Hey, hey weve a while to go
Is everybody ready cause the thing must roll
My life aint no ball and chain
Its a summer of forgiveness
And the fall of pain
And the moneys o.k.
And the moneys o.k.
Hey, hey you and I agree
They burned our rivers
And they burned our trees
My, my weve a while to go
Is everybody willing cause the thing must roll
My life aint no ball and chain
Its a summer for existence and the fall again
My life aint no given up
Its a never ending story bout a thing called love
And the moneys o.k.
And the moneys o.k.
Did you ever wonder in your life, what then?
Were you ever hit by lightning twice or ten times thinking
All we do is live and die
If all we do is life and die
Then tell me about the birds that fly
Tell me about the summer rain
And evenings whispering your name
If all we did is die and live
Will springtime be there to forgive
Son of laughter, son of pain
Somewhere over bows of rain
I loved you more - more than anything
I loved you more - than the driving rain
I loved you more - more than words can say
If all we did is life and die
Then tell me about the birds up high
Tell me about the summer rain
And evenings whispering your secret name
If all we did is die and live
Will springtime be there to forgive
Son of laughter, son of pain
Somewhere over bows of rain
I loved you more - more than anything
I loved you more - than the driving rain
I loved you more - more than words can say
Did you ever wonder in your life, what then?
Were you ever hit by lightning twice or ten times thinking
All we do is live and die
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Cry For You
Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears
I've watched you grow through all these years
I can't comfort you, I don't know how
Though I wish to stop your pain right now
You're tears are refused their right to shed
Your thoughts are locked inside your head
You are imprisoning all of your emotions
I watch you just going through the motions
Water from my eyes begins to dropp
Because I can't make your pain stop
You won't show weakness, you'd prefer to be dead
So during your pain, your tears for you I'll shed
poem by Lenore Lee
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