A Fixed Idea
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant, and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Ponderance of Joy
What is joy, delight?
For delight is but distraction
Escapement of life
Delight is but pleasure
Physically received
But mentally perceived
A reaction of body to outer stimuli
What is joy, delight?
When in delight
Man joy perceives
The bliss that comes
Ah joy it must be…
I look around me
What do I see…
What do I find that brings joy to me?
Not gifts not things not coin none of thee
But sharing of life with people loving me
To be content, what does it take?
What does it take to not be fake?
A spirit at rest and a soul at ease
What is this secret of life to seize?
Contentment little with money none
But seeking it such with money as means
It is as trying to walk to the sun
What brings us to peace
If at all peacelessness on earth do cease
For where desire ambition goals exist
Peacelessness persist
It just may be that peace no constant state
But fleeting moments of joy, hope, and rest
Caught between oceans of rush worry and sweat
Deep dark whirlpools
That perplexities of thought create
Ah joy… you illusive purple rose
Ever fragile ever rare
Rolling down a mount a gem
Running after, man, a chase
Always chase just sometimes caught
What would happen whilst in pursuit
We looked up
And saw the view we’re brought?
poem by Francois Hoon
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Lift me up 'O God
Lift me up, O’ God
Lift me up O God
Lift me higher to You
Lift me up O God
Lift me in Your grace
Protect me from self will O God
Protect me and keep me
Protect me from self will O God
Protect me and hold me
Peace I seek in You O God
Peace in my heart and soul
Peace I seek in You O God
Peace in You alone
Mercy on my heart O God
Mercy as Your seeking child
Mercy on my heart O God
Mercy, mercy, mercy
Lift me up O God
Lift me higher to You
Lift me up O God
Lift me in Your grace
poem by Lisa Finney
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A Hymn
While thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
Thy love the powers of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd-
That mercy I adore.
In each event of life, how clear,
Thy ruling hand I see;
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill:
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
My lifted eye without a tear
The lowring storm shall see;
My stedfast heart shall know no fear-
That heart will rest on Thee!
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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0237 The Mind
Sometimes we curse the restlessness of mind;
forgetting it's God's gift, this restlessness:
for this will never cease until it find
that which it seeks: its still and perfect rest.
Without that restlessness, the angry man,
once angered, then would never leave that state;
an artist, end no better than began;
and our delusions never would abate.
The instability of human mind
more constant than its owner, ever roams
like bee, for nectar of a finer kind:
the rest, the peace, the love of God alone.
So love the constant mind's inconstancy;
so faithful in its search for unity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Freedom
Midnight is arriving,
Sun is fading away,
Cloud by day,
Fire by night,
My emotions, gone,
My urge burning,
Burning ready for your presence.
I was once blinded from what
you were revealing to me.
Ignoring you of what you are
giving upon me.
But you gave me mercy.
I repented, gave you my life.
You took hold, made something out of it.
Gave me a reason, told me I have
a reason to live for.
You gave me my freedom!
My freedom...
You broke the chains,
Shakles and cuffs demolished,
Tears and pain deminished!
Tore down the strongholds.
Cast down the demons.
MY FREEDOM! ! ! !
I could just scream it!
You saved my life! ! ! !
How do I repay you?
FREEDOM! ! ! ! ! !
You gave me life, love,
peace, joy, strength, happiness,
possibilaties...
When the prince gave me hate, sorrow,
pain, fears, tears, searing screaches,
mind boteling screams...
FREEDOM! ! !
FREEDOM! ! !
FREEDOM! ! !
You gave me my freedom! ! !
Im set free!
Relieved, rescued, SAVED! ! !
You gave me freedom,
Freedom to live, love, worship,
power...
Freedom.....
poem by Kaia Williams
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Freedom from strife
Rivers of molten lava
Fresh hot salty tears
Lay to rest my worries
A mountain of dead fish
Kill all the prejudice
Lie your way through my trust
Battle all the bad
The goods already gone
Claim all the glory
Watch as your life dies
New anxiety a gruesome life
Try to speak out
Silenced by family
What are they for anyway?
Love like no other
Face the bleak slur of our kind
Try to find peace
In this chaotic hell
Live like me
Watch the slander, roll off my back
Crave affection off the dead souls
Wandering the plains after death
Envy those who rest in peace
Hate those who make this life torture
Yearn for life to stop
Cry for the pain to end
Laugh at those who hide their suffering
Desire after that last breath
Spit at those who think you’re weak
Let’s see them do better
Forsaken life
For only in death do we find freedom from strife
poem by Nicky Turner
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Not The Kind
When I'm away from you
I think about the things you do
And every single day
I hope that love will stay this way
When I'm alone I just worry about you
It shouldn't matter if I'm with or without you
Everybody wants to have a boy like you
And there's not a single guy who doesn't look at you
You're so fine
You're so kind
Can't believe
That you're mine
Heaven sent me love like you
Well I'm not the kind of girl who will play around
Well I'm not the kind of guy who will let you down
So you're not that kind of guy
So you're not that kind of girl
We're good when we're together
But it's hard when we're apart
I'm not the jealous kind
But you've been playing with my mind
In every single way
I think about you every day
When I'm alone I just worry about you
You say you love me boy so why should I doubt you
Listen to your heart
There's no mistaking
Listen to your heart
You'll find the truth
Listen to your heart
When life is breaking
Every single answer
Is right there inside of you
Well I'm not that kind of girl
Well I'm not that kind of guy
So you're not that kind of guy
So you're not that kind of girl
song performed by by Hear'Say from Popstars
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A Healing Prayer
My hands are folded as i bow down and pray
My expectant heart is waiting for you to say
Go in peace, rise my child, don't worry
I will be here for you till eternity
Heal me oh, Lord, i beg of you
say your word, and i promise you
My heart, my mind, just for you
Seeking your face wherever you go.
I need your healing touch now
I need your comfort, your peace
I need to relax, to be calm
Touch me and i will be healed
To you I come for mercy and grace
To you I uncover my wounds
To you i bare my shame
Just for you, i will show outwardly
That I owe you worship and my adoration.
And then i am in peace
In the thought of your love
Finding rest in the assurance
That you will hear me..In your time.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
poem by George Krokos
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Heavy On My Heart
try to fly away but its impossible
and every breath i take gives birth to deeper sighs
and fo a moment i am weak
so its hard for me to speak
even though we're underneath the same blue sky
if i could paint a picture of this melody
there would be a violin without its strings
and the canvas in my mind sings the songs i left behind
like pretty flowers and a sunset
chorus:
its heavy on my heart
i cant make it alone
heavy on my heart
i cant find my way home
heavy on my heart
so come and free me
its so heavy on my heart
ive had my share of pleasure and ive tasted pain
i never thought that i would touch an angels wings
theres a journey in my eyes
its getting hard for me to hide
like the ocean at the sunrise
chorus:x1
love
can you find me in the darkness?
and love
dont let me down
theres a journey in my eyes
its getting hard for me to hide
and i never thought that id touch an angels wing
ohhh...
chorus
song performed by by Anastacia
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A direct poser
Have we ever posed a poser?
Why at the end I am looser?
Why I look crook and miser?
Why have I not grown with years to look wiser?
A pertinent question is puzzling the mind
No satisfactory solution is insight to find
I have loved all and tried to be very kind
They always occupy space in my mind
Subconsciously we sometimes react angrily
We spoil the life which we were leading happily
It may create heavy spark and set everything on fire
People may not take you lightly or admire
We are here to live in peace with harmony
Material gain should be there including money
Our all efforts should look generous and not funny
You may stand isolated and not favored by many
You must feel proud of your being in this world
You actions must speak louder than the words
It may not paid back to you in terms of return
It will definitely come to your rescue help in turn
Do tide and heavy winds warn you of disaster?
Can you act as sole arbitrator and single master?
You will have to move very fast with speed
You have no special religion, cult or creed
It is quite amusing and exploring field
It may give away the way and yield
Who can be held responsible for any lapses?
It is He who helps, alters and reshapes
What are we to do and act in real test?
Is it to thrive very hard and try for best?
You should not relent in your move or rest
It should not only be the simple desire but powerful quest
Leave everything to the hands of unknown fate
It may come soon but not very late
There is particular time and date
There is no particular reason to state
Do nothing which your mind and heart forbids
Never go in unwillingly and make unnecessary bid
You may have all the chances to loose the lead
Its consequences may be far reaching and can’t be read
There is every chance to fill the vacuum
It may be loss or gain but can’t be added as sum
It is feeling from within with all the satisfaction
It is then considered as powerful indication
Good work may never bite your conscience
Its impact will be felt in everybody’s presence
It is really a peace to mind in true essence
That is why it is advocated and to be followed hence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Caught Up In You
I never knew there'd come a day
When I'd be sayin' to you
"Don't let this good love slip away
Now that we know that it's true."
Don't, don't you know the kind of man I am
No, said I'd never fall in love again
But it's real and the feeling comes shining through.
So caught up in you, little girl
And I never did suspect a thing
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me baby you taught me
How good it could be
It took so long to change my mind
I thought that love was a game
I played around enough to find
No two are ever the same
You made me realized the love I missed
So hot! Love I couldn't quite resist
When it's right the light just comes shining through.
So caught up in you, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me, baby you taught me
How good it could be
Fill your days and your nights
No need to ever ask me twice oh no
Whenever you want me
And if ever comes a day
When you should turn and walk away oh no
I can't live without you
So caught up in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And if ever comes a day
When you should turn and walk away oh no
I can't live without you
So caught up in you, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you , little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me baby you taught me
How good it could be, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me and taught me
You got me so caught up in you
song performed by by 38 Special
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No Sympathy
I can't find no love
No sympathy
What kind of love
They've got for me
I'm on my way
To happiness
Where I can find
Some peace and rest
When I'm in my trouble here
Only me feels the pain
Not one good word of advice
From any of my so called friends
I can't find no love
No sympathy
What kind of love
They've got for me
I'm on my way
To happiness
Where I can find
Some peace and rest
Might as well, might as well
I get out, I get out of hell
Hell would never be made for me
So I'm gonna search, search 'till I'm free
I can't find no love
No sympathy
What kind of love
They've got for me
I'm on my way
To happiness
Where I can find
Some peace and rest
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Fasting
'Tis morning now, yet silently I stand,
Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,
Look out while darkness overspreads the way,
And long for day.
Calm peace is frighted with my mood to-night,
Nor visits my dull chamber with her light,
To guide my senses into her sweet rest
And leave me blest.
Long hours since the city rocked and sung
Itself to slumber: only the stars swung
Aloft their torches in the midnight skies
With watchful eyes.
No sound awakes; I, even, breathe no sigh,
Nor hear a single footstep passing by;
Yet I am not alone, for now I feel
A presence steal
Within my chamber walls; I turn to see
The sweetest guest that courts humanity;
With subtle, slow enchantment draws she near,
And Sleep is here.
What care I for the olive branch of Peace?
Kind Sleep will bring a thrice-distilled release,
Nepenthes, that alone her mystic hand
Can understand.
And so she bends, this welcome sorceress,
To crown my fasting with her light caress.
Ah, sure my pain will vanish at the bliss
Of her warm kiss.
But still my duty lies in self-denial;
I must refuse sweet Sleep, although the trial
Will reawaken all my depth of pain.
So once again
I lift the curtain with a weary hand,
With more than sorrow, silently I stand,
Look out while darkness overspreads the way,
And long for day.
"Go, Sleep," I say, "before the darkness die,
To one who needs you even more than I,
For I can bear my part alone, but he
Has need of thee.
"His poor tired eyes in vain have sought relief,
His heart more tired still, with all its grief;
His pain is deep, while mine is vague and dim,
Go thou to him.
"When thou hast fanned him with thy drowsy wings,
And laid thy lips upon the pulsing strings
That in his soul with fret and fever burn,
To me return."
She goes. The air within the quiet street
Reverberates to the passing of her feet;
I watch her take her passage through the gloom
To your dear home.
Beloved, would you knew how sweet to me
Is this denial, and how fervently
I pray that Sleep may lift you to her breast,
And give you rest--
A privilege that she alone can claim.
Would that my heart could comfort you the same,
But in the censer Sleep is swinging high,
All sorrows die.
She comes not back, yet all my miseries
Wane at the thought of your calm sleeping eyes--
Wane, as I hear the early matin bell
The dawn foretell.
And so, dear heart, still silently I stand,
Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,
The long, long night has bitter been and lone,
But now 'tis gone.
Dawn lights her candles in the East once more,
And darkness flees her chariot before;
The Lenten morning breaks with holy ray,
And it is day!
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Derelict
In younger days, of idleness grown sick,
On this low bank I saw, as in a dream,
The fingers of the leaning willows prick
Long dimples in the slow, reluctant stream.
Watching the pilgrim leaves forsake the stem,
Impatient of the dull familiar cove,
And idle down the tide, I longed like them,
Untrammelled, homeless, free of heart, to rove.
I mind me that of these I noted one
That at the bend a wayward eddy turned
And drifted back, its journey just begun,
The secret of the wider stream unlearned.
It seemed a poor reward for one so bold,
Checked at the start, and beaten back, to find
So stale a death. I did not know, of old,
What seemed so hard could be in truth so kind!
I little thought that on a larger stream
I, too, one day should drift away at will
Toward the distant reaches of my dream
From the safe shelter where I lived so still.
I little thought that I should one day grow
Weary of endless pictures filing past,
Of idle life and idler love, and so
Come gladly to some little cove at last.
Kind eddy that has caught me from the tide,
Of drifting weary, tempest-torn and tost,
To find, from the swift current turned aside,
The simpler things I thought that I had lost!
What have they brought me, all the wasted years,
The river’s turns that opened with a smile
And ended in the bitterness of tears?
Kind God! How little were they worth the while!
Yet, here and there, around the sudden bends,
The opening reaches held some sweet surprise:—
My arm has linked and lingered in a friend’s,
My eyes have seen love swim in lovely eyes!
I have kissed pleasure—walked alone with pain;
And, if to life I was apprentice made,
My years of toil have brought the toiler’s gain—
By life equipped, of life I know the trade!
I have made foes, and so can keep a friend;
Learned of a friend how gently foes may score;
Played fast and loose with love, and in the end
Lost it, and, losing, learned to love the more!
Seeking for gifts, I found ’t is joy to give,
Searching for truth, was taught to know a lie;
Pursuing death, I learned ’t is good to live,
In quest of life, I learned it safe to die!
What were it better that the past should be
Than like that leaf, turned helplessly aside,
That drifted back beneath its mother-tree,
And at its root to purer purpose died?
Another year yet other leaves there sprung,
Fed by the mould of which it formed a part,
That subtly heard, mayhap, that voiceless tongue
And laid its lesson silently to heart.
From soil of pride the plant of meekness grows,
From labor’s mine comes gold of sweet surcease;
By sorrow’s showers is fed contentment’s rose,
And passion’s vultures build the nest of peace:
So from past weakness future strength I gain,
As poise of knowledge to my doubt succeeds,
And faith’s fresh flower, that long I sought in vain,
Blooms on the rubbish of my mouldered creeds.
Now at the end I see that it was well
To drain the cup down to the bitter lees;
To foretaste heaven—thread the paths of hell,
Else empty words and meaningless were these:
Else might I stand, as once I stood outside
My fast-locked heart, its best and worst unknown,
Till life’s firm hand flung the barred portals wide
And led me in, a stranger, to my own!
poem by Guy Wetmore Carryl from The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1900)
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Waiting In The Wings
(andy hill/pete sinfield)
I need you like freedom
I feel you like rain
I see you like silver rails across an endless plain
And I know there are moments
You feel as I do
Thats why Im waiting for you
This time around I wont push for an answer
Both of us need to be sure
To be strong
When the moment comes
Ill be your dancer
Ill be your singer
And your song
When your heart is weary
When you want a love with no strings
I will be here waiting
Waiting in the wings
Waiting in the wings
A natural dreamer
A maverick soul
How close can I be to you
And still not lose control?
And as close as the ocean
As near as the sky
As near as the tears I dont cry
Maybe a fool has been drowned in a vision
Hung up to dry in the teeth of the wind
Believing in the truth of your decisions
Thats all there is until the end
When your heart is weary
When you want a love with no strings
I will be here waiting. Ill be waiting
Waiting in the wings
Ill be waiting
Ill be waiting
When your heart is weary
When you want a love with no strings
I will be here waiting
Waiting in the wings
When your heart is weary
When you want a love with no strings
I will be here waiting
Waiting in the wings
When your heart is weary
When you want a love with no strings
I will be here waiting
Waiting in the wings
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind
'WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind;
'Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;
'Heavy is woe;--and joy, for human-kind,
'A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!'
Thus might 'he' paint our lot of mortal days
Who wants the glorious faculty assigned
To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind,
And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays.
Imagination is that sacred power,
Imagination lofty and refined;
'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
poem by William Wordsworth
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To a Sky-Lark
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
Singing, singing,
With clouds and sky about thee ringing,
Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!
I have walked through wildernesses dreary
And to-day my heart is weary;
Had I now the wings of a Faery,
Up to thee would I fly.
There is madness about thee, and joy divine
In that song of thine;
Lift me, guide me high and high
To thy banqueting-place in the sky.
Joyous as morning
Thou art laughing and scorning;
Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest,
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth
To be such a traveller as I.
Happy, happy Liver,
With a soul as strong as a mountain river
Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,
Joy and jollity be with us both!
Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven,
Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind;
But hearing thee, or others of thy kind,
As full of gladness and as free of heaven,
I, with my fate contented, will plod on,
And hope for higher raptures, when life's day is done.
poem by William Wordsworth
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In The Tiredness Of Life
The survival stage of being,
Living day by day travel in,
Travel out in division of life.
Fatigue, weary, pain,
Inside whole being;
Struggle, adversity, experiences,
Trouble, are great suffering.
The eyes feel every drops of pain,
The heart and mind combine with
Breath fade away,
To carry the cross by the way
Experience in any kind event journey,
What it is all about inside life?
all things made by choice, permission
Of God to happen, to polish the wholeness
Of being, to understand the deepest
Important of life existence,
To know the duties of life in the
lives of one individual.
The pain struggle is the source
Of a beautiful life, we cannot
experience God glory without adversity,
Though its hurting deep down inside
Outside being.
God rule, reveal his power;
Receive him in heart in the annoying soul.
In the tiredness of life, revival;
We see rainbow glistering all over,
holding God hands to the perfect
Place of peace.
The prosperity of being,
The reality of life destination.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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You Picked the Right Day for Torture
You picked the right day for torture.
It was too quiet and serene,
To be left untampered.
You wanted your presence felt...
And it was.
You picked the right day for torture
With or without a diet regimen
Or implementation of facts.
What you do behind one's back...
Is left to your interpretation.
Your rules and dispositions are taught!
Although not followed,
And neither held in high esteem.
You picked the right day for torture...
Perhaps now you can see in bright daylight,
The victims you continue to abuse
Are of your own kind.
And of them none can say you frighten.
Yet all have been too quick to say you are crazed!
And today you are here believing you will be praised,
And honored?
You picked the right day for torture!
And how much of it you take...
Will not leave a witness to feel remorse,
Or show heartbreak!
They have come to watch you exploit,
Your own pain!
You have picked the right day for torture!
Everyone came to give you the limelight,
And the fame you claim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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