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In A Place Where Two Realities Can Not Exist

Like an only child please feed him.
Quell the fury of his never ending tantrum being.
Stop the heart from bleeding.
Cut it off at the source.
Out of the mind.
It doesn't exist.
Meditate and just think.
If wants are needs then their wouldn't be anything left for you and me.
Infinite of everything.
An physics impossibility.
To give you must take.
To take you must deny.
A shadow reining upon the glorious sunrise.
Blocking us from feeling those powerful rays.
Who will save the day, when two realities can not both exist.
Someone will suffer upon your pleasure.
You will suffer upon someone else's pleasure.
Written in a letter hidden deep buried beneath the heavens.
It speaks of so many truths.
So search and you just might find it.
But you still will never be able to prove it.
So it is a reality never accepted.
It is laying out in the open but still it will be rejected.
Another concept has just been intercepted.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Ant

A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

Hey! Why not?

poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Open Minds

Open your mind,
to things unknown,
search the universe
of your soul.

Open your mind,
to your heart
of feelings
buried deep within.

Open your mind
to your ear
of nature and
its beauty.

Open your mind
to knowledge
of things
unlearned yet.

Open your mind
to days gone
by of memories
vanished away.

Open your mind
to your feelings
hidden away
deep in your heart.

Open your mind
to my heart
to know how
i feel toward you.

wrote 3-31-07

poem by Jim Foulk
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I Suffer The Night

I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry

I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise

I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive

I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why

I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying

I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind

poem by Sonya Florentino
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Qualify Yourself

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.

It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!

However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.

And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!

What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!

Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.
There may be some answers needed.
And experience will take you where they are!
To satisfy or not.
It is the process that enlightens.
Not the lettuce or the mayonnaise you forgot!

AND...
If that is all that is on your mind,
When 'that' time comes?
Dine out!
You can well afford it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oral

Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
I gasp at him
(Silently)

He doesn't
Stop, doesn't
Stop, doesn't
Stop.
Though he
Hasn't
Heard me.

He doesn't
Know when
To stop…
The pleasure
Is mutual,
The pleasure
Is unstoppable.

Till I
Pull his
Head
Away
And
Heave
A sigh of
Relief.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Not exact

Shadows are not exact but real
You can’t force it or conceal
It may be even longer than size
You must think it wise

It may accompany where you go and turn
You stand, sleep or even run
It has same strength and reflection
Think over it and base your action

A tree’s shadow proves it is standing.
A bird follows its shadow and knows it is flying.
My shadow proved that I have existence
I am living in present tense

What has it do with my being on earth?
I cease to exist upon natural death
I follow on every step and prove
That I am real and follow or move

The story doesn’t end with non existence
Its impact may follow even without insistence
People may follow on what has been left behind
They will try to know the shadow of wisdom and find

So it stays even if you are dead
Your message is accepted and widely read
Single word is enough to give impetus or lead
You have formed some link by providing the thread

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist

If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.

If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.

And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.

So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Truth Can Not Be Bartered

Have we been too wise,
In the closing of our eyes...
To walk away from situations,
As if those realities...
For us did not exist.

And today with too much reality,
Staring all of us in the face...
We wish to keep most of it edited.
For fear that truth for what it is,
And reluctantly accepted...
Has a way of blocking out deceit,
But welcomes denial to pamper as a pet.

Leaving those shadowed by conformity,
To realize true truth can not be bartered.
Or left to anger those putting away their tap shoes.
The ones no longer choosing to be fools,
For the sake of keeping stereotypical images active.

True truth can not be bartered.
Or be bothered by the pondering of it,
That come for some to sit to discuss benefits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Left To Lose

Something, something's taking over me
Shaking, bottled up inside of me
Crawling, crawling in the shadows so no one finds me
Hiding, paranoid I suffer no sleeping
I'm annoyed, I think you should shut it
Give me no attention or you'll be sorry
I've got nothing left to lose
You always get your way
Got everything to prove
I saw you turn away
Got nothing left to lose
You always get your way
Got everything to prove
You always get your way
Help me, sitting front of fire I'm melting
Don't you leave me hanging I'm burning
Can't hold on forever
I'm not that stupid
Genius cracking underneath this pressure
Sorry couldn't keep it together
I know I've got it coming, but you'll be sorry
I've got nothing left to lose
You always get your way
Got everything to prove
I saw you turn away
Got nothing left to lose
You always get your way
Got everything to prove
You always get your way
You always get your way
I won't just turn away
Save me from myself
Always get your way
Save me from myself
I've got nothing left to lose
You always get your way
Got everything to prove
I saw you turn away
Got nothing left to lose
You always get your way
Got everything to prove
You always get your way
You always get your way
I won't just turn away
You always get your way
I saw you turn away

song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Nothing Left To Loose

song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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You Can't Make What Doesn't Work

You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.

I want to say that,
You can't make what doesn't work...
For me exist.
When my happiness,
Doesn't depend on it.

I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I stood...
Up on my own two feet.

No you can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If with a faith I took risks,
And decided that my own life I would live.

I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I got to stand up..
On my own two feet.

Oh...
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.

So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is a waste of effort.

So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is to me a disservice.

You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear and Pleasure

pain is the residuals of fear, there is no fear in
the absent of acceptance, for only the mind
can rebuke the suffering of the heart

as the truth comes in a most awaited moment of
your life, the wisdom identify the soul of where
the conscience lives, it is the fear of the Lord where
the wisdom begins; a complete vow and obedient
to the giver of knowledge would guide every pleasure
to overcome fear

entangled between fear and pleasure destroyed the
unifying force that strengthen each aura to a seeking
soul to feel and accept pleasure without fear

make this fear a pleasure of strength, for what
ever encountered pleasure the one who give this
fear, be pleasured in His creation

be the pleasure be assured that what make best
for everybody may leads us to the unity of the soul
that lives in each conscience we possess

the fearless warriors has awaken the pleasure that
the Lord God bestowed, never fear of what pleasure
comes in your life, harmonize the soul with in your
conscience and live the body with the heart that exist

a fear that brings pleasure is a human impulse of
what to become worthy to the kingdom of the God, for
what ever is given, is a gift received and be shared
to all mankind..... and the acceptance brings us to
the pleasure without fear

poem by Antonio Liao
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Going To Be Left To Leave

Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.

And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.

Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don' t Be Controlled

Control, only exist if you allow it.
Doubt yourself and you will feed it.
Deny it to enter your life and you will beat it.
The picture is erased it no longer exist.
Gone in a place of the forgotten.
The hollow and rotten.
Sped up by the mind.
In choice you have defined.

~The abuse comes in many different shapes and forms.
And it should never be ignored.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Pain And Pleasure

I wanna tell ya, hey, I think you oughta know
The way you're treating me, now, I feel I have ta go
I've heard the rumors, and it seems they're comin' true
You do what suits ya, but then that's nothin' new
Do what you wanna do
Oh what you put me through
How I suffer for your love
Say what you wanna say
You know that you're gonna pay
For all the times I've cried
You give me pain, but you bring me pleasure
Get out of my life
You bring me pain, but you give me pleasure
Don't know what I like.
You've got me tied up, dog upon a leash
Instead of messin' round, practice what you preach
Your days are numbered, my day's arrived
The way I see it, we're dead or we're alive
You give me pain, but you bring me pleasure
Get out of my life
You bring me pain, but you give me pleasure
Don't know what I like

song performed by by Judas Priest
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The pleasure of those who injure you lies in your pain. Therefore they will suffer if you take away their pleasure by not feeling pain.

quote by Tertullian
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Another Dusty Trail

He had walked the desert
For a lifetime; he had pursued trails
Leading nowhere but to buried dreams.
He was at last on the trail of the dead.
The winding last trail he could take.
Every other way was misleading, confusing.
He accepted that he had to suffer,
And suffer greatly,
Because he had worn-out feet.
Without feet he had no trails left.
Except one.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Rainbow

I didn’t choose to love you
but I did choose to care
I wish I had my freedom
I wish life was fair

I suffer when I am without you
with you, I suffer even more
around you I cant wait to leave
Yet, I cling on to your door

I find peace in your silence
I find wisdom in your every word
I find pleasure in your voice tone
In you I find the world..

but like every time I start to fly
I fall right back down
and I long to see colours of a rainbow
to know hope is still in the sky

poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Manifesto [ORIGINAL & REVISED]

[REVISED]

Okay – I admit romance does not exist, at least
not in this quaint veracity which claims it has a
place somewhere but rarely ever here

I shall not cry about discovery of circumstance
that fact is non-existent in romance – reality a
chance one does not really have to see

Anyone can prove it lives eternally in dreams, a
never dying sustenance of many Worlds beliefs
with energies too dominant to ever die

If fantasy alive and well then I admit against my
better judgement I’ve been hurt; but add in haste
it does not matter since it truly breathes

In Worlds as infinite or parallel, I do not need the
proof of our reality – a mere perchance of it as
probability enough - the vastness of infinity

allows for every choice and dream or hope and
expectation to exist – I do not need accord to see
romance, or merely mention the ideal -

of fantasy, hopes, & dreams to make it true for me,
I shall avoid reality, live in dreams encompassing
imaginings I’ve always gladly had or harboured to

excess; therefore your attitude, and lack of feeling
means a blank to me; cannot kill the vision I shall
cherish from now on until eternity arrives…

[ORIGINAL]

Okay, I admit, romance does not exist – at least not
in this reality; but the fact that we can dream about
romance is proof it does exist somewhere

I shall not cry about my loss – discovering that
romance is non-existent – reality is only a mirage,
one parallel world amongst many – I do not need

Anyone to prove that romance lives on in our dreams,
nothing can kill it; no negative word, no pain, no dis-
illusionment, can kill the many worlds theory

Where fantasy is alive and well - I admit, against my
better judgement, I have been hurt; but hasten to add
it does not matter since romance is alive and well

In infinite parallel worlds - I do not need proof in our
little world of intersubjective reality – mere possibility
is probability enough - the vastness of infinity

Allows for every choice, dream, hope and expectation
to exist – I do not need you or anybody else to agree
to feel romance; merely mentioning the ideal -

- fantasy, hope and dream - makes it true for me, I shall
leave reality and live within a dream encompassing
every thought, hope and ideal

I have ever harboured; your attitude and being, your lack
of feeling, means nothing to me; cannot kill the vision
I cherish unto eternity…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Playing With Technology

What happens when a child plays with a razor?
What happens when a child plays with fire?
What happens when a child drives a car?

Man in his pursuit of technology is in the same pose
In his hand is a tool of technology, powerful and dangerous
But he’s acting like a child and doesn’t know its purpose.

Man’s still a child, no sense of purpose, no vision of the future
For a child the razor, the fire and the car are just for pleasure
It is obvious, for this same reason man pursues technology.

Man’s still a child, so selfish, self-centered and irresponsible
Doesn’t care about the world, his possessions is all that matters
But his mind, his most precious one, is neglected and in tatters

We’re like a child mesmerized by technology, by its power
Creating for us so much stuff, we feel much richer
But we’ve forgotten our world is delicate, our life fragile.

We’re like a child mesmerized by technology, so tempting
So much pleasure, so much convenience to us it’s giving
But we’ve forgotten our goal in this hostile universe is survival.

We’re like a child mesmerized by technology, so exciting
Faster and faster now we are driving it, not hesitating
It’s just a matter of time, it will crash! It will crash!

Now, we can see the destruction on the horizon looming
It’s been scientifically determined our planet is warming
Because, technology, that’s meant to save us, we abused it!

poem by Leonard Sims
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In A Place Where Two Realities Can Not Exist

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The Ant

Open Minds

I Suffer The Night

Qualify Yourself

Oral

Not exact

If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist

True Truth Can Not Be Bartered

Nothing Left To Lose

Nothing Left To Loose

You Can't Make What Doesn't Work

Fear and Pleasure

Going To Be Left To Leave

Don' t Be Controlled

Pain And Pleasure

Another Dusty Trail

Rainbow

Manifesto [ORIGINAL & REVISED]

Playing With Technology

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