Nothing as Promised
I made loud laugh and rejoiced
It echoed and wonderfully voiced
I did nothing as promised
Still I got everything and nothing went as missed
I congratulated my talent
It needed no further comment
It worked perfectly well with my evil design
Now was to time to sleep well and resign
I starred at ceiling and meanwhile got second thought
I got everything without praying for it or had sought
There was no scuffle, no wrangles no battles to be fought
It was just masterly skill that was put forward and result was brought
Well I thought over it often
Some of the ideas were creeping in all of sudden
That made me to rethink about my mentality
Was it desirable on my part with that quality?
I struggled with idea but got defeated
It was just the same as thoughts were repeated
They were making me restless with no solution
Was I cheating conscience with suck kind of contribution?
I was getting bucketful in all the fields
It had enormous success with rich yield
What else we needed in this materialistic world?
My feet were crumbling and developing cold
I shivered and tried to defuse the situation
It was not the right time for evaluation
I was getting on right track
I felt there was so much at stake
Any sincere drive must have serous backing
It must maintain constantly without any cracking
It must offer peace and stability in mind
So work must be dignified in its kind
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Cold Feet
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life hed made
No body to keep him warm at night
When hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
One night he walked the street looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought shed like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He cant give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Hed struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he dont have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life hed buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet
He thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre late
When youre out of time - the flowers have been laid
Youre six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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A wild thoughts
Mind is wild garden
Thoughts emerge all of sudden
They boom in abundance
They too need immediate attendance
The space needs to be created
At some places they got to be appreciated
There may take pro and cons situation
Mind may remain busy for its evaluation
The concept stand vindicated
The eagerness is very much indicated
We want applauses and lot more praise
Not intelligent but wants place among wise
They may grow like wild flowers
They need no rain or showers
It has no relevance to its logic
They want to perform it as magic
It takes us no where
It has to stop somewhere
Nothing can take off from imaginary world
It will get bogged don and will have no hold
It is birth place for evil thoughts
No immediate solution is reasonably sought
The game plan is ready and battles are fought
You are likely to be failure and simply caught
A shunt is to be created as concrete wall
It may prevent other segments not to fall
Though there may be tug of war in mind
You maybe able to think twice and rewind
There has to supremacy and control over ideas
It may fail and will have no impact on good pleas
It has to generate positive impact on large scale
The thought should not sail as fish or whale
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
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No pardon
God will not pardon us for our committed sin
Whether there is situation of win or no win
We may be very keen and move with confidence
Where there is chance of it quoting as precedence
It is not always that He out performs us in every field
He may be prayed sincerely for making it good or to yield
When He is so gracious about our action?
He may want us to change as per direction
One of the incidences may well be referred as the case
The person was asked to have favor as simple grace
Anybody will be in dilemma as what is to be asked?
As clever human being he will try to see they are not faked
He will try it to maneuver with great skill
Thousand of ideas may clash in mind at will
He may try to have complete result without being noticed
Nothing is to be left out of favor and finally rejoiced
One of the disciples was offered grace for at once
He saw in it as only remedy and life time chance
Without wasting for a moments or taking any notice
He wanted God to place him on the seventh floor of premise
Delicious food served by his daughter in law and laden with gold
All his grandchildren happily playing under his fold
He got everything from God in one single attempt
This proved how much he was clever and comp tenant
This is just an example of what stuff we are made of
We will not miss any chance slipping out off
Even we will not spare our true friend or mentor
Even though he may be our savior or true CREATOR
Human mind is bestowed with numerous ideas
He may offer different excuses and various pleas
He will bow at any time and come out of the situation
There is absolutely no chance of putting a question
He has proved his worth on number of occasions
Exploring every opportunity involved in the missions
Though there may be many omissions or emissions
He has not prepared himself for guilt admissions
There is always conflict with clear conscience in mind
He may try to find out loop holes and come out by any kind
He thinks clever of himself and put forward lame excuses
Though chances for failure or success may eventually reduce
One thing should be borne in mind and clearly understood
It is His grace only that may take us out of wood
No other force is capable of taking us to shore
We must always pray His name and adore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thoughts
Mind is pre occupied with thought
No win even after battles fought,
No results even after lessons taught,
No peace despite comforts bought,
Is that we have gone so much insane,
Our prestige at low and efforts in vane,
Roads all clear and deserted lane,
Sky too calm but only noise of plane,
Nothing will improve or find change,
Look even shabby even you arrange,
Does not require outward finish,
It is sign of doom’s day and perishes,
Reforms in thoughts and sincere action,
Will bring all change without any question,
World at large will have joy and benefit,
Simple thought and no brake or limit,
What I am searching in selfish world,
What I look around and develop feet cold,
Do I lack vision or ideas bold?
Do I stand on slippery land and not properly hold?
It is senseless thought war only in mind,
Never parallel in history you find,
Mind vicious and no place for views kind,
All ready to give you push from behind,
Who should I trust and whom to avoid?
Find no excuse or reason solid,
Will have to use mind and common sense,
Must leave behind thoughts and tense,
I failed to distinguish what is wrong or right,
Unnecessary quarrel and useless fight,
Peace will elude and goal not in sight,
Will emerge end of tunnel with bright light
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Burden
Always a do or die situation
You can only see in black and white
But you never thought, never thought that I'd be
A little different this time, and
Not every color that you will see
Is the real one every time
Let me clue you in on complexity
And everybody is so very fine
And I didn't mean to be a burden
Just thought I'd share a little light
But I thought you needed to know something
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
And as you wasted time playing detective
Is it to figure out my mystery?
Well let me tell you now that I'm no secret
'Cause I can sin before you righteously
And I didn't mean to be a burden
Just thought I'd share a little light
But I thought you needed to know something
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
Don't grow bored too quickly
I haven't finished yet
I know it must be painful
To hear what's left unsaid
Don't refuse
It's no use
You can not run from this
Just sit still
And listen
Listen to all you missed
But it's always a do or die situation
You can only see in black and white
But you never thought, never thought that I'd be
A little different this time
And I didn't mean to be a burden
Just thought I'd share a little light
But I thought you needed to know something
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
Something that comes from the inside
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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A way to enter
“Welcome to our new world of family”
Words sounded me very good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be so nice and kind
New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due
How to speak and catch about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find
I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state
I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
So jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes
Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comment and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay
I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race
One has to work very hard with dedication
Sincere efforts are seen as good indication
What is use of trying with no simplification?
Success may be ruled out and seen as out of question
Everything has its own time to offer the result
You shouldn’t blame anybody for simple fault
Luck or fate may play their own part
You may come out of it and look smart
Some people may make good use of talent
They may put all out efforts but not relent
“Come what may” may prove to be their ideal
Situation may prove to be difficult but may not prove real
One should be very careful at entry point
He should prove worth when initially join
It is said whose beginning is good then end too will be good
The ground must be covered and firmly stood
It is worth to stand in isolation than to loose
It has to be wise decision when you choose
It will have large impact for long time to come
Difficulties may arise but has to over come
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New alternative
Sound sleep without any noise
Day starts with bird’s sweet voice
Rest so essential without any choice
All ideas stored in mind with next day’s poise
Complete body relaxes but not mind
Getting new ideas and alternates find
May be they are active cells come to action
Fight with solution and offer novel reaction
Mild sun rays get end dreams to abrupt end
Sudden hurry to get up and ways to mend
Whole body gears up for the new race
Ready to go into action challenges face
It is not day to day routine but hard struggle
So much pressure and some times to buckle
Failure, humiliation but efforts to survive
Learning new things with resolve and strive
Dead are buried and may not speak
Living beings may feel frustrated and weak
Sometimes forcing to end the entire efforts
Losing confidence and maintain the rapports
It is endless struggle to be pressed and kept
No wise man have ever lamented and wept
It may be fall on ground but resolve to rise again
Not to loose hope but try and have solid gain
People may laugh and cut a joke
Unnecessary meddle and try to poke
Sometimes irritations and response evoke
May be unexpected result with masterly stroke
Steering the course in difficult situation
Gaining the ground wit exact and correct evaluation
Not missing the opportunity when knocks door
Show of satisfaction only after reaching the shore
Nothing may come on the way and deny
Success may come and opportunities many
No looking back with riding on the wings
Who knows when poor will be crowned as king?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Clear choice
God will not pardon us for our committed sin
Whether there is situation of win or no win
We may be very keen and move with confidence
Where there is every chance of quoting as precedence
It is not always that He out performs us in every field
He may be drawn into our belief and forced to yield
When He is so much happy about our deeds or action?
He may want us to ask for any favor as reaction
One of the incidences may well represent the case
The person was offered favor as choice on the face
Anybody will be in dilemma as what is to be asked?
As clever human being he will doubly sure they are not faked
He will maneuver it with great skill when actually greet
Thousand of ideas will clash in mind and try to cheat
Complete result in one attempt without being noticed
Nothing to be left out of favor and finally rejoiced
One of the disciples was offered grace for at once
He saw in it as only remedy and life time chance
Without wasting for a moments or taking any notice
He wanted himself to be on the seventh floor of premise
Lavishly served food by his daughter-In law laden with gold
All his grandchildren happily playing under his fold
Thus cornering everything in single attempt
This proved how much he was clever and prompt
This is just an example of what we are made of
We will not miss any chance slipping out off
Even we will not spare our true friend or mentor
Even though he may be our savior or creator
Human mind is bestowed with numerous ideas
He may offer different excuses and various pleas
He will bow any time and come out of the situation
There is absolutely no chance of putting a question
He has proved his worth on number of occasions
Exploring every opportunity involved in the missions
Though there may be number of omissions or emissions
He has not failed at any times for guilt admissions
There is always conflict with clear conscience and mind
He may try to find out loop holes of any kind
He thinks it clever of himself to find out lame excuses
Though chances for failure or success might be reducing
One thing should be clearly borne in mind and understood
It is he only who is taking us out of wood
No other force is capable of taking us to shore
We must always pray by his name and adore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am Grown Up Man
I am grown up man with all the responsibilities
Time to show its worth with talent and capabilities
No one later on should blame me for not trying
I know there is no use over split milk with crying
“Childhood is far better than this age” I argued
But you can’t remain inclined and possessively viewed
“Life is meant for change” I endorsed
Life is thrust and needs to be forced
What a struggle to keep on with situation!
Feet sometimes crumble with its continuation
Yet inbuilt confidence makes determined effort
Nothing can prevent us from reaching to port
This transformation from childhood to young age
Makes me to wonder and think about strength to manage
How there was absolutely nothing on the blank page!
And now it is full of golden letters to guess
There is enough of skill as god gift in all the insects
Everybody reacts to the situation and reasonably act
The meaning of life is understood and certainly pursued
Often the course is altered and constantly reviewed
Means and achievements are inter related
It lands you in trouble if not understood and over rated
It has to be precision guided and to the spot
The result is on expected lines and certainly brought
I was made to under understand about hazards
What precaution should be taken when looking forward?
Life and death should never be thought over in mid stream
Goal must be pursued even if could not form the team
Life was proving to be deep and wide ocean
It is very much difficult to stay and come clean
Since I was very much part of the race
I got to swim over and reach the shore in any case
Life teaches us to hold together and ward of the crisis
There is so much thrust and laid down emphasis
Sometimes we may err and some times meet the success
Still it is not roses of bed and required good chase
I may have enough of time to assess what I did
What was to be done in time and agreed?
Yet it will not absolve me from the complete blame
Life time chance should have been picked as it came
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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One Little Comment
One little comment can really change your life;
It can make you feel good or cut you like a knife.
As a result, you may now want to try something new,
Or with an aspect of life, you may now be through.
You mull the comment over and take it to heart;
The speaker of the comment, unaware they’ve played a part.
The chances are that, of the comment, the speaker has forgotten,
But you are now left feeling really encouraged or really rotten.
Some comments are just throw-a-ways,
But they can easily make or break your day.
Some comments stick forever in your mind,
Whether they’re really hurtful or really kind.
Many years later, a comment you may still be able to quote;
It could be one which made you sink or one which made you float.
You will probably still be able to recall it word for word,
And even imitate the tone in which the comment was first heard.
As the result of a comment, you may feel better or worse,
And the speaker of the comment, you’ll either love or curse.
A comment can make you give up or give you the will to succeed;
Off one little comment, our further thoughts will often feed.
They can change the way that you see yourself,
And even have a good or bad effect on your health.
A bad comment can leave us feeling rather unsure,
Whereas a good comment, can leave us wanting more.
Just one comment, which may last only a few fleeting seconds,
May result in a whole new life, which suddenly now beckons.
You may leave your old life far behind,
Or a whole new life, you may now find.
So just take a moment and think before you speak;
Of the joy you may bring or the havoc you may wreak.
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Why A Genius Is So Rare?
Why a genius is so rare?
Because it’s needed time and luck for that person to find his true talent
It is needed chance and hard work to explore his hidden talent
It is needed good and understanding to accept his unique talent
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Date Rape? or Love?
No trickery needed,
I missed you
Trust.
you had it,
through and through.
About that night,
I thought you knew.
I was totally into you.
Still prim and proper.
I would wait,
No drug needed,
no drink would do.
It was just me,
and you.
The conversations we've had,
parts of you that seemed so bad,
Maybe I knew.
Wrapping my mind around evil,
its so hard to do
Everything you said to me
was true?
No clue: (
Our first night,
I put up no fight
not like me,
you see.
Still
the old feelings let me believe,
that your heart was pure,
you just wanted me.
With separation,
and time.
the truth,
my head
just mine.
I can see through your soul.
was it true?
Did you really do?
I met a friend of yours today.
he did some time.
yep locked away.
Now wants to be a citizen of the world,
making his own place,
his own past...uhm erased? .
drugging women.
tooo much.
wow.
You see I loved you
before I knew
date rape?
Is it true?
Now that I know
you could be the monster inside....
no more...
no...
I'm not going to hide.
The love I missed was for myself....
the memory of you....
GO TO HELL! ! !
0135An informal note to God
In case you were on holiday, this nice sunny weather,
(and may I say, what a great idea the Sun is?)
I thought I'd dropp you a line to say, in case you missed it
that our great President, the Bush
who burns with virtue like an oil well yields,
approves that 'Intelligent Design' should be made
along with the Theory of Evolution
a cornerstone of the education of our great nation.
So just in case you felt a little reduced in function
and come back from holiday to
'Oh, were you away? We hadn't missed you...'
and your new official status, that you were simply around
(around? hmmm) to 'flick the switch'
while two something-or-others got together
to evolve a Creation with its quaint old ideas, like love,
(and by the way, your bright idea
of one, two and three, etc., was cute, too...)
I'd just like to take this opportunity to say
that in your modest role of
Intelligent Design
you certainly flicked the switch on
a pretty spectacular show - including those laws
which, understood by some quite impressive intelligences,
enabled the rather smaller, but impressive
'intelligent design' of the space-shuttle
to.. er.. 'evolve'.. and
to fly a fraction, Icarus-like,
nearer the sun...yep, some show...
So 'intelligent design' would be, like,
from those two proto-thingies that happened to
to meet across a room crowded with...emptiness? or everything? -
to whatever intelligent design might be needed
from Now, and every new 'invention' in the world
until...well... Then...
That seems something even better than Evolution
and a bit similar to Providence and
well, sort of.. eternal...? And universal too...
So if You are still enjoying your seventh day of rest
this pleasant sunny weather (somewhere
ecologically balanced, like the seaside, may I hope?) ,
thanks.
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Missed opportunities
Once opportunity missed means gone out of hand
Work remains undone as promised by friend
They are all missed and gone forever,
Will not come back again and lost for ever
Have you ever tried for bright carrier and success?
Constant thrust and work without any recess,
New avenues, areas and seeking complete access,
With calculated move without making excess,
Perfect seeding with good and honest intention
Sides all secured with full prevention,
Zeal coupled with enthusiasm for bright future,
Taking utmost care for ideas to nurture,
Never suffered a set back or even failure
Plugging all loop holes and making it sure
If today is missed then let it not tomorrow,
Happiness and joy on face not reflecting sorrow,
One step forward with two steps backward,
Journey should go on with aim forward,
No hurdles should block or make us to leave
Always look beyond………………….
Believe in self and work with own hands,
Never put blind faith even in friends,
May be not good but prove at the end,
Sufferings to be undergone with simple amends,
Today's work may not pave the way,
Bright future should have complete say,
Friends brought near and foe kept away,
Success to wed and failure not in pray,
There is no use crying over split milk,
If cotton is in store then why cry for silk?
Only concerted efforts with dedicated approach,
Why we need advice and lessons from coach?
Have a sense of good humour for good or bad,
Not to laugh at success and at failure not sad,
Uniform dealing at matters with determined will,
Success may lie at your feet but destiny not still
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Happy To Look At
I was damned happy to look at
So beautiful reflection inside mirror was set
Was it really me looking so beautiful?
Enough to attract an attention fully
I was proud to feel so
Many happy moments had to come and go
I was never nervous at this disclosure
I was feeling confident and sure
I thought of past events
They needed special mention and some comments
How some mighty empires were involved in bloody wars?
How beautiful ladies attracted powerful kings as stars?
It was common fact at that time
Many kings preferred to die for honor sometimes
They will not yield to pressure and blackmail
They sacrificed their life for evil design to fail
I felt little astonished at such horrible thoughts
But it was fact that so many wars were fought
Lots of blood was shed only for beautiful queen
It quite seemed to me as an amusing and awkward scene
I rather thought of another gloomy side
How come that beauty was to be taken for ride?
It might vanish at any time and present dark picture
What was then needed to risk lives for no future?
I thought and rethought over this magnificent factor
It was God gift and really gave a sense of an victor
Person may be treated with different angle and honor
As it was imagined to be a precious diamond like Kohinoor
I laughed out at being beautiful in different way
Some powerful prince may come and take me away
I shall in no way try to present arrogant style
As it is aimed at not to be arrogant even for a while
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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(Writer Poem) As The Poem I Write
Sometimes a comment is just not what is needed.
Neither is going back to the drawing board.
Corrections must be made.
I've made so many on my own trust me.
I take pride in everything I write.
So I'm constantly inspecting, and words I'm always injecting.
Hmm, that just doesn't sound right.
I can hear every word I type in my own voice.
I'm speaking through my mind.
Through the waves of time.
In a private message I will make suggestions to those who are not disciplined when it comes even to capitalization
I will make only tiny suggestions for it is theirs.
They must reread it and reread it.
One must edit his own work after the thoughts are complete.
Trying to make them nice and neat.
The eyes begin to blur and then it is time to take a break.
Time away.
Time to gather ones thoughts for another day.
Time is all one needs to create a window which will open up and lead into their world.
Everyone is unique and all of its own.
Yet they are so many clones.
For frequently similarities do exist even when great is the distance.
We do think a lot like as much as we hate to admit it.
I try to not be bias as best I can.
But sometimes feelings so strong do nag at you.
Saying they are wrong.
But I do not give in easily for I know it could always be reversed.
A controversy in terms of the opinions of the readers.
Opinions being so many that it is sometimes hard to resolve the differences from fact and fiction.
The ability to easily lie with no idea that we even did it is a definite human affliction.
Unintentional will habits of progress.
A continuation of aggravation in varying elaborations.
With each puzzle solved multiple new one forms.
Sometimes even more difficult then last.
Sometimes for help and guidance we turn to the past.
For in a certain we think lies the solution.
The dawning of a conclusion.
And we sometimes think this order might destroy the chaos all around us.
But it will not.
It will make it easier to deal with.
But their is no fixing it.
Not as the poem I write.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Today At My Age
Today at my age...
You may call me anything you choose.
And I will still regard that as a compliment.
At this stage of the game...
To be given any attention,
I find that to be remarkable.
Who knew I would feel this way?
When I was in my early twenties...
Everyday I thought I needed to seek praise.
And today...
At my age,
An insult heard that is spoken...
And is tossed my way?
I automatically know,
Someone has taken the time to do it.
And I thank them for their efforts made.
'What are you?
Some kind of a fool? '
Apparently not just any kind,
Or you would not have taken your time...
To notice.
'Huh?
What? '
You have made my day!
You are a breath of fresh motivation.
Thank you.
'And you are...
OH,
Nevermind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grave Yard Suicide
I walked through the local cemetery last night.
It was so quiet, everyone was sleeping.
All quiet everything at peace.
I felt so welcome, so at home
there among the deceased.
I began thinking, why do I continue on?
why must I inhale even one more breath?
when all I dream of is the means to an end.
That can only be brought about by death.
Was it time for the end?
Yes it was I had to go
This was the choice which I faced
After all, everyday is merely a continuation
of the one which passed us by.
There have ben times when I felt slightly hopeful
but there was never any hope when I most needed it.
And there is little I wish to recall
the years are wrought with sadness
I've lost my mind, a million times
but I always find it again within madness.
As my heart has drifted along
I knew it could not stay afloat
with each day that passed
I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat
So there, amongst the dead
I came to the conclusion
That it was time to bring
an end to my life's illusions
The blood flowed like a river
as I took a razor to my wrist
I would have made preparations, said good-byes
but, I doubt I'll be missed
It became so cold
as everything went black
for the first time, I felt peace
because I knew there was no going back
No hope. No dreams. No anything.
I had no further reason to try
I no longer wished to live
I do not regret the decision I made to die
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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