Opportunities In Chaos
It's amazing
What chaos can do
What could have been done
To hurt you
Utterly destroy you
Somehow results as
Motivation to
Promote you
To do the very things
You werent aware
You could actually do
So be encouraged in tough times
As you maintain status
Restoring the person
On the inside
While keeping views
your clear
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Knock Outs Drops A Head
Keeping it up is tough.
And it's not easy.
Many are found wearing their frowns.
Uppercuts are thrown.
And knock outs,
Drops a head.
Wild punches hit in those puckers,
Crunch.
Leaving heaps together lumped.
Keeping it up,
Is tough.
When lumped,
Together.
Keeping it up,
Is tough.
And rough...
When lumped together.
Keeping it up,
Is tough...
When uppercuts are thrown.
And knock outs drops a head.
Keeping it up,
Is tough!
And isn't easy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving
Words and music emily saliers
Jet fuel and traffic lines
Pulling up to the delta signs
Distant shape of my hometown
Black stain where the wheels touch down
I pick up the morning news
I pass the man whos never shined my shoes
Through security and to the train
That will take me to the airplane
Count the miles on the highway
(count the miles on the highway)
The sum of all my days
(the sum of all my days)
Theres a postcard theres a call
(theres a call)
And theres a picture for your bedroom wall
(bedroom wall)
But do you ever wonder through and through
Whos that person standing next to you
(whos that person standing next to you)
And after all the nights apart
Is there a home for a travelling heart
But if I werent leaving you
(if I werent leaving, if I werent leaving you)
I dont know what I would do
(I would do)
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go
A cup of coffee and my bags are packed
(coffee and my bags are packed)
The same vow not to look back
(same vow not to look back)
(if I werent leaving)
Familiar emptiness inside
(familiar emptiness inside)
As the distances grow wide
(if I werent leaving)
And though I vow to memorize
(I vow to memorize)
The last look in your loving eyes
(the last look in your loving eyes)
Its here dusk and there dawn
Oh its like a curtain getting slowly drawn
But if I werent leaving you
(if I werent leaving, if I werent leaving you)
I dont know what I would do
(I would do)
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go
But if I werent leaving you
(if I werent leaving, if I werent leaving you)
I dont know what I would do
(I would do)
(leaving you)
But the more I go it seems the less I know
(but the more I go the less I know)
Will the fire still burn on my return
(will the fire still burn on my return)
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
(keep the path lit on the only road I know)
Honey all I know to do is go
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Valley Of The Ghouls
Energized with a sacrifice,
To remain devoted to purpose...
And a disciplined life.
Is a lonely proposition...
For those walking on a path,
That breaks away from traditions.
And pre-conditions as if accepted missions.
Achieving with dignity and a motivation to fulfill...
At times can promote discouragement.
And attention from those mean spirited...
Out to kill goodwill!
And this they will...
As if skilled.
It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those who rush to confirm the dead through obituaries.
Those who nourish upon others' despair.
Those who delight in ruling over their blight!
As if this ignites their wicked moods with added fuel.
It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those rushing from repast to repast...
To sip and dine to leave.
These are the people holding their breaths...
With a more interest in death,
Than to living lives invested...
In a happiness to manifest.
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death!
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.
Oh yes...
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation
Neither the motivation should be confined to word nor to book. Many things might have been written in book but so long as it is not put into practice or use, it can’t deliver the result. You might have experienced number of times that actual result can be had only after putting self before everything. The sales men may increase the sales by many folds but that may just not be the reality. It is performed under forced situation. It is doesn’t speak of any motivation, but only a consideration,
Think of commandant in battle field, surrounded by powerful enemy, and he is leading battery of disgruntled and demoralized personnel under his command? His final words or vision only may save them from disastrous situation or near annihilation. His powerful motivation or enthusiasm only may take them to a safety without loss of lives.
Here there is no compulsion on the commander. It is strategy and dedication, which in recent times, may not be found in any services. It is determined effort which may result into death for honour and sacrifice. It changes whole scenario and his powerful drive and enthusiasm may inject very powerful waves to fight back with determination for the frontal attack with safe passage and victory may be in sight.
Think of company or organization where you are heading it. The men working under your wing may not be the driving force until you inject some powerful views with your active participation. The people may follow you the moment they see that there is person who means the business.
What moot point in insisting here is that motivation comes from within. It is strength inherent and that can’t be learnt from any school. One is only driving force for his survival and future built up for his own carrier. There may be many reasons behind this theory but powerful one is inspiration which is taking place after realization of desired goal. No writers, leaders or fine books can make a men guiding force but can only inspire to a limited extent. It may strengthen some of views and find correct path to follow but rest comes from within.
One is master of one’s own destiny. In shaping the destiny, the dedication, motivation, sincerity and above all self involvement can pave the way to become powerful motivator. There are no excuses or reasons which can save you from defamation but determined effort on your part may definitely lessen the impact of damage. .
I subscribe to the sparkling views.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life's A Point of View
Life offers two poles - two roles.
One beginning, grinning, winning.
One refusing, abusing, losing.
Each looks through their scope
With hope that their vision is right.
A clear, focused lens views bright.
One closed results in failing sight.
Some are aware and don't care.
For most of the rest the test is too great.
But a rare few do know and dare.
To those must go unending praise,
For their days are each born anew.
Their genius? That right point of view!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Clear...
nothing in my life
has ever been so CLEAR.
no more struggle, and no more strife,
as if i'm looking in a mirror.
a mirror that shows the opposite
of everything around.
nothing is the same here...
why is everything so CLEAR?
the stars,
the moon,
everything in that blue-black sky.
it's all so very CLEAR.
everything outside that mirror
is chaos and disarray.
problems showing up left and right,
nothing goes my way,
but inside that lovely mirror,
is a paridise by the sea.
inside that mirror it's...
CLEAR.
poem by Kenzie Lynn
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I Want You To Hurt Like I Do
I ran out on my children
And I ran out on my wife
Gonna run out on you too, baby
I done it all my life
Everybody cried the night I left
Well, almost everybody did
My little boy just hung his head
And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder
And this is what I said:
Sonny I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do
If I had one wish
One dream I knew would come true
Id want to speak to all the people of the world
Id get up there, Id get up there on that platform
First Id sing a song or two you know I would
Then Ill tell you what Id do
Id talk to the people and Id say
Its a rough rough world, its a tough tough world
Well, you know
And things dont always, things dont always go the way we plan
But theres one thing, one thing we all have in common
And its something everyone can understand
All over the world sing along
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Night Shadow
The crisp airs of the evening dark
The pain and hate that leaves through a solemn breath
God knows, hell is upon me
The darkness closes in
You were always there for me
Through the rough and the tough
To my first graduation
And Lord knows thats what I remember
You were the one person
The only one that I knew
In a chaos of dissarray
The only golden light I have or had
The only person I knew
You know I loved you
I know you loved me
Yet one last word wouldn't hurt to tell you
Dad....
I could wish upon those shooting stars
And hope to heaven that you'd return
But I know that wouldn't help
And hate and yearning would still remain
There is still one regret
One I must live with forever
I wish I could've said it more.....
I Love You
poem by Anna Bronwyn
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Mixed Signals
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
No need to look from the corners of your eyes,
At me or anyone else believed can be easily deceived.
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
Look into a mirror.
The hour for self examination has arrived.
The results are clear.
Do not be surprised.
When one is accustomed to sending mixed signals...
The consistency of this,
Achieves results that are the quickest.
And one should come to grips with it.
Inconsistency begets distrust.
And any signs of loyalty disconnects quickly...
As if rushed.
To dissipate from expectations.
With debates of this then hushed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wonder Where She Is?
I thought of her today
first time in a while
wonder if she's happy
with her amazing smile.
She really was beautiful
with an amazing mind
such a gentle person
loving and so kind.
Those times spent together
talking about everything
watching you make music
and listening to you sing.
You were so enigmatic
with an air of mystery
trying to get close to you
but you needed to be free.
I'm so glad that I knew you
and wish you were still around
you really liked my poetry
and turned the verse into sound.
But your such a restless soul
and like a bird in a tree
you need to be on the move
and only happy when your free.
So I hope your contented
wherever you are today
your such an amazing person
nothing more for me to say.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Persistent Consistency
A persistent consistency...
With detemination to excell,
Generates a motivation...
From inside one where it dwells.
Seeking an acceptance,
For that which one loves to create...
Will never satisfy an ego that tries,
To enforce upon others...
An appreciation shown that escalates.
One attempting to do this,
Is not connected mentally...
To the gifts they have.
Or feel blessed to nourish,
As time passes on from their grasp.
Many seek results and success,
Quickly delivered.
Without a discipline applied.
Or a sacrificing done of a social life.
A persistent consistency...
With detemination to excell,
Generates a motivation...
From inside one where it dwells.
And does not derive,
From an outside source for a thriving to arrive.
Some nights may be substituted,
For a sleeplessness...
Ambitions seduce to produce.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God full of mercy
God in whom there is mercy,
to me it’s utterly clear
that a merciless daemon
rules over this world
and wants to envelop everything
in the darkness where it dwells
where men rise against each other,
despises one another
and act as if savagery,
the animal of evolution is loose
and yet at times
I see the great works of Your hands,
see how you intervene
with greater love
than I am able to comprehend
and to me it’s utterly clear
that your energy, your time
your love is never spent
and that always
something remains
to shower out
as yet more blessings.
[Reference: God Full Of Mercy by Yehuda Amichai.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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No Hidden Agendas
There are no hidden agendas
in my writings or my life.
No subliminal messages
I feel I have to get through.
My life is too much an open book
with the good and bad I have done
and my writing speaks for itself,
mainly simple and full of fun.
Life is too short to go without trust
with both friends you can and cannot see.
I am not a very clever man,
but someone who is simple and honest
and the things I write are based on the same principal.
I do not lie to those I can see
and I do not lie to those I cannot.
If someone wants to hurt me
and destroy the trust I have in them,
they can do that so very easily.
However, what will they gain from that?
Probably only the loss of a very beloved friend.
I have no hidden agendas
within anything I do
and the only person I ever hurt at times is only ever me.
I am sometimes too trusting
with everyone who comes my way
with friends seen and unseen.
I always want to believe they are as open as me,
and have no hidden agendas
and are only out to deceive.
Sadly, in some cases, they are
and I admit that I have been hurt now and then.
We do not really know anyone,
but hope they are as honest as we,
with no hidden agendas tucked up their sleeve.
22 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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At Least Pretend We Are Aware
Aching to close the shutters.
The view outside holds less surprises.
Although the Sun is shining bright...
The faces reflect,
A lost appetite for joy!
They seem to have no cheer on them...
Without the appearance of new 'things'
Near!
Or something quick...
To surround themselves to begin,
Then set aside and forget!
And it has not been made clear,
To them at all.
It was never what they had,
But who they were with it.
And without those 'things'...
Isn't the Sun still going to shine?
If 'it' did not...
We would also stop existing!
I 'think' there is 'something' far greater,
We should be thankful for!
Or at least 'pretend' we are aware of IT!
Since I 'sense' IT feels ignored!
AND...
IT has the power to close 'all' doors,
Permanently!
Like giving 'that' a forever status!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And thought struggles against the results, trying to avoid those unpleasant results while keeping on with that way of thinking. That is what I call 'sustained incoherence.
quote by David Bohm
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Faith
When you want something bad,
And it can’t be had
You feel sad
And at times mad.
At times there is no choice,
And to maintain your poise
You have to say yes to what is
And restore your mental peace.
You have to go down deep
And then take a giant leap,
To be aware of what is
There are times when you have to give life a miss.
Once the negativity is released,
You reclaim your natural ease.
Now is the only moment you can live
You finally come to believe.
Faith as small as a mustard seed
Is all you really need.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Who Has Been In Charge of the Press Releases?
As long as we keep them depicted,
As needy heathens...
This will provide all the incentive we need,
To maintain our delusions.
With the same marketing tactics.
And keeping those ignorant believing we are better.
Who has been in charge of the press releases?
I don't care who they voted for!
This 'liberal' atmosphere has gotten out of hand.
Before you know it...
Everyone will believe they are here to 'think'.
And we will lose our status of being a great people.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The child inside of me
This child inside of me.
Is lost scared and alone.
She is hurt and abused.
She must not tell.
Bad things will happen if she did.
So She kept stum.
Never did tell a soul.
Not untill it was over
Then the next lot
Would begin
By a new person.
The child inside of me
She never could tell.
Bad things would happen.
People would think
It was her fualt.
The child inside of me is lost
She is hurt angry and afraid.
Shes been to hell and back
And only spoke
When it was too late.
Now in adult form
She wishes
Shed spoke
She wishes she didnt keep quiet
And spoke the first time
And didnt let it go on
She is to blame
It was my fault
I should of spoke
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Dumping Many Buckets
A building done,
With no retraint...
Peels the paint.
And cracks the stairs.
And those staring in despair,
Are not there to tile the roof.
When all moved in...
Everything 'appeared'...
To glisten with gloss and be good as new.
Now they are inside,
Dumping out the buckets...
From a dripping done,
Through the roof.
Yes...
Now they're inside,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!
Nobody cares about repairs!
No one aware of repairs is prepared.
And those staring in despair,
Are not there to tile the roof.
When all moved in...
Everything 'appeared'...
To glisten with gloss and be good as new.
A building done,
With no retraint...
Peels the paint.
And cracks the stairs.
Nobody cares about repairs!
No one aware of repairs is prepared.
Now they're inside,
Dumping out the buckets...
From a dripping done,
Through the roof.
Yes...
Now they're inside,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!
Now they're inside,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!
And with a crying sigh,
Dumping many buckets...
With the hope their home stays status proof!
No one has driven by,
Watching them dump buckets...
And pretending there's no leaking from their roof
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envied
Digging deep,
For signs of credibility...
Being swept along streets,
To catch between the grated holes...
A mass marketing sweeps,
Those of vacant minds into consumed
Materialistic hysteria!
Keeping back orders of ridiculousness in business!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
The sight of squeezed fat ugly butts,
Into imaginations stretched beyond...
Digusting jellied guts.
To hide a gluttony of sad habits.
Like a 'secret' tote that's puffed,
From that 'weed' folks can not give up!
As a few stand by and watch...
This drug infested simmering stew brew!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
And as amazing as it is,
It does not daze or faze at all!
The unconscious have been immunized.
Once dumbfounded and surprised?
Those eyes are now glazed.
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
Those in this 'conditional' situation,
Ride this gutter ride as if it is envied.
As if this life of dismissed consciousness is sought,
By those thought to be kept at bay and disadvantaged!
And those used to maintain those images...
Pray for the salvation of their sanctuaries,
To stay off the radar for such 'missionaries'...
To advance upon them with these teachings of their ways!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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