Unappreciated
She was his toy, his plaything
to be put away when done.
And she, the fool accepted it
and accepted all the fun.
But at some point the fun she'd had
became a source of pain.
And like a doll that breaks into pieces
and is never played with again,
She stared at him with glassy eyes
wondering what he would do?
He simply left in search of another
and she realized she was through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain for you
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
Pain can be your own mistake
pain can lead to your own troubles
pain can lead to anything inside of you
you just need to get some help
you need some assistances to get you out of the pain
Many pains cannot be removed
many can stay forever and ever
many think pain isnt nothing for them
pain is everything you learn from outside world
you may get it someday
someday you will see what I learn from pain
you can see me with cuts on my arms
that was pain, everything I want is pain
Love is pain too you know
you left me alone in the outside world
pain is getting inside of me, not letting me go
I'm alone in the darkness of shadows
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
This pain is everything painful has it is
ready for everything is to be done for you
I'll be ready for everyone's pain
Every shadows of darkness is there inside of me
tearing me apart to learn from you and the people
So I'll take everyone's pain away
so you can tell me about your pain and
forever pure
poem by Hunter Kejick
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breakthrough
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish we all had invested,
Our priorities in uplifting all humanity.
To realize the true wealth we have...
Is not in the value placed on 'things'.
But who we are as human beings.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
I wish one day we all should awaken...
To witness pieces released from us,
That kept us in limitation debating a fate.
And with eyes opened,
There was a feeling of escape.
A breakthrough we knew we could not forsake.
I wish I was speaking to influence,
The undoing of perceptions.
And commanded distribution,
Of everything new, accepted and believed.
But then again...
I do remember,
How long it took for the deceit I sought...
To leave me...to see what it is to be clearly seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up and down
The accepted are rejected
And the rejected are accepted
In due course. Curse not
If you are not now accepted.
28.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pieces Now Connecting
So happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.
Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
For me...
Would come to be.
I thought all troubles came to be expected.
And easily for me to accept.
I even thought my head was only made to ache.
And easily I accepted.
I thought my life was meant to fear,
And easily I accepted.
With a living in pain to gain...
To easily accept,
And...
To keep it near.
Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
Would come to be.
For me.
Yes so happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.
But now...
Perfectly for me to see.
And I feel deep,
Is a peace...
Within me as it's meant,
To be.
Oh so happy am I now to live,
What fits for me.
With pieces now connecting,
A peace that fits,
Perfectly intended as was meant,
To be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Accepted What Their Eyes Have Shown
Something in their heads,
Have them programmed to believe...
They should not respect themselves.
Or expect they can and could achieve.
Something missing in their heads,
Should have connected them to a maturity.
Something that recognized,
Who should be responsible...
And accountable for their activities.
Something in their minds,
Should have made eye contact with themselves.
Something said or they did not see...
A reflection of themselves yet!
One accepted and believed.
Something has left.
And will never return.
Something that should have been taught.
But for them,
Never to be learned!
And that is why they hide from themselves.
They dislike and despise what they see!
And they have never accepted,
What their eyes have shown!
They are afraid to be who they are.
Even alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Way Now
Some days I just wish.
I could run and hide.
No matter where I go.
Suicide seems my only way.
My life is not worth it.
All this pain and suffering.
I dont want to be here anymore.
The only way is suicide.
Nobody can help me.
I cant fix myself.
Nobody knows the real me.
Suicide is the only way.
I put on this false act.
And slap a smile upon my face.
When really Im dying inside.
The only way is suicide.
All I ever wanted was.
To be loved and accepted.
Just to feel the warth of your love.
But you never loved or accepted me.
Suicide is my only way.
I hate you.
Look at what you did to me.
You broke my heart.
You broke my spirit.
You left me empty inside.
Suicide is the way.
You left me
Hurt angry bitter and twisted.
And becuase of you.
Suicide is my only way
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Only Two Fools Will Enjoy An Endless Argument
Advice.
Whether accepted or not.
If you do something for someone...
Do it and let it go.
Without making reservations,
In anticipated expectations.
Advice.
Whether accepted or not.
Listen to those you believe to be fools.
There is much to learn...
In the avoidance of ignorance.
But let it flow from the lips first.
Any interruptions introduces an argument.
And when was the last time anyone won an argument,
With a fool?
Only two fools will enjoy an endless argument!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paid Generously
Non-threatening to perceptions accepted,
Are those most likely...
The recipients of positive attention given.
These are days of crazed mentalities.
And those attempting to solidify their agenda...
Can not afford too much truth to slip and confuse.
A wholesomeness projected is the expectation.
Although observations,
Witness those challenged by such a kept mindset.
Rapidly are the lifestyles changing.
Everyday someone new is claimed to be the blame.
Someone who dared to represent leadership.
Someone who appears approachable...
And doesn't mind it one bit being publicly screwed.
Or being paid generously to be called an idiot....
And defamed for principles said to be those of a fool.
Non-threatening to perceptions accepted,
Are those most likely...
The recipients of positive attention given.
But not when it is conducive to point fingers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When God took it, he accepted it; when he brought it back, he accepted it. That's what's happening with me.
quote by James Brown
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Broken Doll
Ooh shes just a broken doll - she aint no
Use at all - since youve been gone
Ooh shes just a broken toy - shes no ones
Pride and joy - look what youve done
You had her on a string
You made a fool of her
And thats an awful thing
She thought shed paid her fare
Now youve gone and you just dont care
You cant wind her up - shes a broken doll
You cant wind her up - altough the key fits
You cant wind her up - shes a broken doll
Someones thrown away all the pieces
Now youve played your wicked game
Dont you feel no shame
Look what youve done!
Now shes just a broken girl while youre
All around the world - having your fun
She had you in her heart
You made a fool of her right from the very start
She thought shed paid her fare
Now youve gone and you just dont care
You cant wind her up - shes a broken doll
You cant wind her up - altough the key fits
You cant wind her up - shes a broken doll
Someones thrown away all the pieces
Ooh shes just a broken toy - shes no ones
Pride and joy - look what youve done
You had her on a string
You made a fool of her
And thats an awful thing
She thought shed paid her fare
Now youve gone and you just dont care
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Evil is a fact not to be explained away, but to be accepted and accepted not to be endured, but to be conquered. It is a challenge neither to our reason nor to our patience, but to our courage.
quote by John Andrew Holmes
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered By Expressing Agitation
I'd be very suspicious,
If you liked everything I presented.
If you accepted everything given,
Without a mention of an honest point of view...
From you?
I would wonder why.
Not that I would try anything differently.
But I just might make attempts,
To raise some contemptment I may resent.
Like a child seeking attention.
To receive a response.
Or some nuance to trigger,
Another emotion to test one's undivided...
Devotion.
You know...
An understated kind of praise?
But delivered by expressing agitation!
An attitude accepted.
Especially from one who has grown bored and tired,
Of my greatness.
And...
I do try very hard to give that to you,
Each and every time.
You know I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Groove By Groove
A gift
......... is not a gift
..................until accepted
A gift
...........of me to you
..................if accepted
A gift
...........of you to me
..................if accepted
A gift
............of we
..................when accepted
That’s love (Our Love)
July 07,2008
poem by Ben Gieske
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Different Star
Born under a different star, I was, and
Seemingly shipped toward this planet where
I crashed into a rainbow,
Surrounded by dark clouds of misfortune-
I found myself alive in a place where nobody believed in me and
I couldn't grasp the key that would unlock that door toward acceptance-
I was a bird in a cage that could never fly,
Part of a pattern that clashed with an uneven design,
Or perhaps a lone wild animal
Lost inside a forest of oblivion,
Where you were the king and queen wishing for more- but
That was not God's will, and not meant to be-
I was a stranger on the run deeper into that forest as
I lost the key that might have unlocked that magical door.
Plagued by the pain of loss and of never having been accepted-
It was only fate that someday you would regret you abandoned me as
You would search high and low in the jungle for me.
Lost in the darkness of these woodlands, I faded away in body and spirit
Far beyond that rainbow of terror- behind a tree that had fallen-
It has been said that one only gets one chance at life and
That chance was obliterated by fire and smoke-
Burning down that locked door behind which
All was left was a shadow-
That was the chance, the one and only- that burnt down-
You cried many tears as you looked up towards the sky,
That different star you saw was light years away, and although
You tried to pick up the pieces of the shattered dreams
Of the spurious castles you had once built for me-
You never realized your love was none but a delusion.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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I Hate You
you took my heart and ripped it to shreads
you broke me down until inside i was dead
you played me for a fool and used me like a doll
the whole time when i thought i was loved i found there was no love at all
i told others they were wrong i should of listened
i was starting to see they were right and the tears in my eyes glisten
i felt bliss and then immortal pain
my heart never to return again
you screwed me til i was lifeless
you beat me til i was senseless
so this is goodbye
no longer will i bear this pain inside
poem by Jean Pullman
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Friend's Suicides
A friend has commited suicide
many friends has left behind
many friends I use to hang around
but one major friend has gone
My one and only friend,
She has gone for along time
She made everyone cry
She made her friends do it
but never been listened
A friend has commited suicide
Many friends has left behind
Many friends I use to hang around
but one major friend has gone, and so am I
She left me behind
No-one didnt want her alive
she accepted death will do anything for her
she didnt believe everyone is going to be with her
she believe in suicide is the only way out
I, myself should go
many hated me for a reason
I learn what I did to learn
I will follow what I learn from them
hating is the people can think of
Friends should be loved and accepted
many suicide is for everything
but not for love and hate, it can be everything
this is why people and friends go
They accepted death is the only way out for them
poem by Hunter Kejick
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So okay, I accepted, and I realized while working for that concert that I'd been missing something very important and vital to me, and that something was music.
quote by Joseph Jarman
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