Let Me Ask a Question
Let me ask you to share for the point sharing, is that an objective?
Victim or not, stories must be told.
Not for sense of position.
But maybe just to let people know your living.
Everyone has their own misdeeds to proceed as false claims.
You hear of them everyday.
Are they connected with the objectives?
That really depends on the person.
As individuals we are all different.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Surfacing Misdeeds
Those who proceed,
With their subtle campaigns...
To position themselves,
As a victim of another.
And the misdeeds they've done,
Have yet to be uncovered.
Will expose their objectives,
To be suspect.
Especially when the routines,
They use are often connected...
With the hiding,
Of those surfacing misdeeds.
As others take notice of their familiarity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Familiar Stitch
There are people everyday,
Who make false claims.
Putting the blame for something done,
On someone else.
To then pretend their complete innocence.
A pattern develops.
And this is witnessed.
With false claims made to damage others...
Eventually admitted.
After a pattern sewn...
Shows a too familiar stitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stories
when we were young stories were told
That I'd kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that we're old stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people I tell them they were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
until they're old
About our endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the sun won't rise
Oh
song performed by by Hanson
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Thee Intent
Some people have a habit to market b.s, for there own selfish gain. Thee act is display on all-who allow that particular person or persons to come in there lives.Emotional individuals, and individuals who are out going, proactive, popular, high spirited, and kind hearted, and last but not the least loving. This learned behavior of mental practice came from observation, the wolf or wolves whose dressed with intentions to deduct all that they can until your well becomes dry.Thee intent is intentional, they impersonate a false charter and live thur others joy, peace and happiness. The wolf can be either sex, with vampier nature to suck the life right out the living because there living dead.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Is It Not Surprising That A Friend Writes About Prayers Today?
how can i say that i did not like what he wrote days ago,
about his eroticism somewhere in the hospital
in the room locked by him with his victim
(the willing victim, who does what he tells
as he struts his masculinity around her
as he spreads his legs while, allegedly she bows before him
like he is the god of sex
as she lays before him, naked and all willing to bare it all and have it all
on graveyard shifts,
it was not funny, and he felt so sexy with his stories, which may not be
at all true, it all depends on his capacity for
truth, or imagination, and then today he shifts his gears
praying to the saints, asking God for divine mercy,
and lots of invocations for peace and harmony and what not,
sometimes i ask, does he ever know what a split personality is all about?
what i know is that sometimes we just play with words,
chase our own shadows, and make stories just to fill our boredom
i guess, he is just transformed, from profance to profound, and he must have
felt the sense of home, the self, the temple of something divine
at least, with a sense of dignity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Reason And Cause For Their Pain
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Someone is complaining...
About being misunderstood.
Everyday as if a ritual,
Fault is being made...
About someone else.
Everyday as if a ritual,
People are accused...
For something they didn't do.
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Some believes they have the right...
To excuse themselves of responsibility.
And everyday,
Someone is left to feel alone...
Still not getting the connection,
Between their misdeeds...
Aches and pains.
And those heartbreaks they receive,
They have come to perceive...
No one else has known!
And everyday without fail,
As sure as the ticking of a clock is heard...
These people will not see themselves,
The reason and cause for their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process of 'Misspeaking
Does the process of 'misspeaking'
Also include one's deliberate deceit.
To later excuse as misunderstood speech.
To then deny what has been videotaped...
As words heard but said by mistake.
And the person who expresses this,
Is one who holds a position...
That monitors the laws.
And brings those who breaks them,
To a 'legalized' and law abiding truthfulness...
That respects and honors justice.
However...
Given an interpretation that represents,
A point of view to dismiss honesty...
And the ability to know truth too!
Depends on one's position.
And people who have never known,
Truth to be what it is without deception.
'Some folks are just part of the fabric.
No matter what their flaws.
Or embarrassments that dropp jaws.
Or no matter who is used,
To promote and benefit themselves...
From their point of view.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Main Objective And Priority
Do I wish you to suffer,
Like I have witnessed it to experience?
No, of course not.
I do not harbor those evil wishes.
I would not want that for anyone to endure.
However,
I will say this...
Some people are able to heal from afflictions,
Quicker with determination than others.
Some are skilled with a delivery of afflictions to give.
'So you do want me to suffer, don't you?
You want me to repent my misdeeds,
And the agony I have cost you.
Don't you? '
I did not say that.
You have misinterpreted my comments.
The kind of love I have to share is rare.
'Would you come to my aid? '
That depends.
When do you plan on doing your suffering?
I would need a date, location and time.
And,
I regret to admit this...
But since my healing process has been so effective,
I have found the living of my own life...
My main objective and priority.
I'm sure you remember doing that.
Don't you?
'An eye for an eye.
Tooth for tooth.
And wound for wound,
I see it!
I see it coming.
As clear as that smirk on your face.'
Will you stop misinterpreting the love I have for you.
Don't you know...
I want you to fully understand and comprehend,
How I obtained this love.
'You have fangs.
I have never noticed that before.'
I have never been able before,
To smile so broadly.
Only you do I attribute this feeling.
You have no idea from the depths of which it sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetic Dharma II
keep your dream alive, live, get out and seize the day!
a great sense of anticipation vividly conveys
the thrill of meeting new people,
vast web of modern day technology,
information conglomeration,
sharing and spreading meaning of true freedom
humility is regarded with the utmost admiration
waking up to this realization
eye-opening poetry
sharing perspectives and experiences
peace love humanity forever
struggle of a single person in a single land
yet how it calls out to the spirits of all people in every land
Timeless messages awakened individuals
the universal language of the soul
precious resource we all keep in our possession
one responsible for every great human creation,
advancement, or achievement throughout our history
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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On a Frequent Basis
When one is accustomed to living alone.
And being independent...
It becomes difficult to embrace,
Those who suddenly appear...
Offering fuzzy clutches,
Attached to words oozing love.
Especially from those who participated,
In issuing headaches, innuendos...
And 'misguided' truths.
You know...
Received from those who claim they don't lie,
But often do!
Living alone is such a peaceful experience.
Especially if you have gone through love,
Marriage and divorce.
And not necessarily in that order.
Although I am told since I am getting older,
How nice it would be for me to have a companion.
And I usually hear this from someone I often see alone.
Who claims to share good times,
With someone I've never met.
And having a one night stand on a frequent basis,
Some people may regard as a companion.
I don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LX: 130 Million Victims
Victim is so easily to be said until it becomes cheap
When you place yourself into that position
You’ll become the one that should be pitied but looks weak
People don’t like to be called victim
But in many cases they claim that they are the victim
Because they don’t want to be blamed
Or to sue fortune to someone for their loss
People don’t like victim
They should sympathize and handle them with care
If they don’t want to be called cold heart
But sometimes they use the victim
To get popularity and gain support for themselves
Or to attack someone that long time becomes their enemy
And the actual victims keep untouchable and helpless
This title and poem is inspired by CMB, manga created by Motohiro Katou
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Everyday Now
I just woke up and I can see it now
Its never been this close before
Tried to tell myself I didnt care
Crying out why am I here
Theres no point in me hiding
And only now I can see
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Something deep inside said move away
Try to leave whats good behind
And I still ask myself
Why I let it go
All these years were wasted time
Theres no point in me hiding
And only now I can see
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Cause I never told you
That I could never live without it
Now the blames on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
song performed by by Texas
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Everyday Now
I just woke up and I can see it now
Its never been this close before
Tried to tell myself I didnt care
Crying out why am I here
Theres no point in me hiding
And only now I can see
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Something deep inside said move away
Try to leave whats good behind
And I still ask myself
Why I let it go
All these years were wasted time
Theres no point in me hiding
And only now I can see
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Cause I never told you
That I could never live without it
Now the blames on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
song performed by by Texas
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Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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All sport... is one of the few activities where young people can proceed along traditional avenues, where objectives are clear, where the desire to win is not only permissible, but encouraged.
quote by Spiro T. Agnew
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Everybody's A Victim
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
I demand recompense
For sitting on the fence
Throughout my adult life
You've got to put my parents in jail
For raising me in Fife
It doesn't matter what I do
You have to say it's alright
And I need you to send somebody around
To tuck me in at night
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Well it's not my fault
That I'm positive
I just stuck a needle in my arm
And nobody told me
That sixty a day
Would do me any harm
My liver's shrivelling like a leaf
But it's not the whisky that doo's it
Call me irresponsible
And I'm really going to lose it
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Wear a ribbon for this
Hug a stranger for that
Light a candle to the dead
And soon you'll forget
That you ever had
A brain inside our head
We value everythin the same
We turn it into farce
So we don't know a crisis
'Till it kicks us up the arse
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Your Purpose of Living
The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.
Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.
You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.
poem by Franca Kenneth
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With Beliefs Their Misdeeds Are Not Perceived
No one achieves heights of success,
Professing what they have done...
Is at their best.
When what they have taken,
Is from someone else's nest.
To impress with accolades,
They expect to get!
Perhaps 'temporarily'...
They may strut in a charading,
With claims to attest!
But a theft is what it is.
And eventually faces protest and regret.
Upsetting not the victim...
But those who deceive,
With beliefs their misdeeds are not perceived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bloodlust
I sit at my desk and wonder,
why people do the things they do.
Why do they go on killing one another,
each and everyday?
Some say that it is for religion.
I dismiss that fact.
I cannot see any God
wanting you to kill another because of them.
All the religions that I know of,
urge respect between our fellow man.
Therefore, the reason they do it
must be personal from what I see.
The individuals involved must love suffering,
get a kick out of the pain they cause.
They have a bloodlust
and kill to make themselves look big.
They think that killing gives them power,
it doesn’t,
it only shows them as weak.
They are cowards
because they have to do it in groups.
The one person who stands up to them
has more power than they will ever have.
Oh, they may kill the mortal form,
but the spirit they cannot kill.
It will inherit someone else.
The person with a great spirit
will be welcome at heaven’s door,
while those who want to kill
will be devoured by the devil,
living in his kingdom for evermore.
poem by David Harris
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Any Street In Any Town
Look down any street
in any town across the land
at the rows of houses there.
Then you begin to wonder
what memories each house shares.
Some of happiness
where dreams have come true.
Some are of sadness
where lives have been hurt by pain.
Some with tragic stories
they never want to share again.
Each house will have many stories
of the individuals whom lived there.
Each story will be different
from all the rest.
Each leave memories
in every room they slept.
Their stories are unending
as new families come along.
22 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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