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Abnormal

One who has lived a life protected,
With an encouragement...
To fear the making of mistakes.
Is destined to live an insecure existence.
With drama to traumatize on a daily basis.

They have been conditioned,
To perceive those who live their lives...
As they wish,
To be the ones abnormal.
With mental issues left to go unaddressed.

Although,
Those depicted as being 'abnormal'...
Are less inclined to be found,
Passing judgement on others as seen all around...
From a self righteous point of view pursued with conflict.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ones Considered Once On 'Abnormal' Missions

It wasn't that long ago...
When those who regarded themselves,
Normal...
Would campaign openly against,
Those perceived as strange and individual.
Because those who did not accept,
Their restricted visions...
Were made to feel like lepers.
Who had abnormal missions.

Well, well, well...
Here we are in twenty ten.
And the ones with those 'abnormal' missions...
Seem to be more than quite normal to me.
They were the ones watching their diets and exercising.
Meditating and speaking of a higher consciousness.

And those who once lived self righteous lives,
As they passed their judgements...
While making the 'weird' ones singled out to despise.
Seem today the ones totally crazed.
The ones now wishing to get away from those like themselves.
As the ones considered once on 'abnormal' missions...
Wishing to keep their peace and distance.
With the hope those of high moral 'standards'...
Do not find them to taint!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Witnessing Of This Done

Why would it surprise you,
That those with the least amount of life experience...
Are the first to express,
Their opinions about someone else.
And needless to say,
From an unchallenged and comfortable point of view.
Within a boxed in comfort zone!

Only those experiencing their lives,
To adventure on their own...
With a witnessing of this done,
On a daily basis.
And implementing their deeds to accomplish...
With a feeding of curiosity that inspires,
Are the ones critiqued with a passing of judgement.
Which is for them as familiar as opinionated people.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Involved In It

If you lived your life right,
Doing something on a daily basis...
You cared to do and liked.
Would I be the one still privy to your complaints?

Would you find more or less excuses,
To proclaim what I am not.
With accusations of what I ain't?

If you lived 'your' life right,
Would you be more inclined...
To restrain your draining,
Of any happiness others find!
Or will you discover,
Your mind has been confined?

And if you did live your life right...
Would you noticed what others did,
From morning until noon.
With your eyes fixed on their nights?

Or would you be too busy,
In the enjoyment shared with friends?
Giving and receiving,
That which you have yet to get...
To lend to blend in!

Because that life you 'say' you live,
Has you less involved in it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ridiculous

Ridiculous?
I know.
But somehow that is less disturbing,
Than an abnormal existence...
You insist,
Governs a reality...
Assisted and uplifted by misfits believed.
And until my conscious adjusts to this...
Perception you embrace as one I should face.
I feel much safer remaining in a peace you describe,
As a ridiculous way to live my life!
Free of conflict sweetened with deceit.
And spiced by tasty lies I refuse to eat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing is wonderful except the abnormal and nothing is abnormal until we have grasped the norm.

C.S. Lewis in The Grand Miracle
Submitted by Rebeca Bucur
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I am very abnormal... But it wasn't very long ago that I wasn't so abnormal. I was very normal and headed for a lifetime of paying medical bills as proof of my normalcy.

quote by Dirk Benedict
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Those Inclined To Be Most Radical

Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?

Intellectuals sitting back,
With theories and graphs...
To compare demographics,
Of those who might be lacking...
In social skills and tasks,
Have no answers when asked...
Why such acts are rising fast...
In their own backyards.

Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?

And those who pass their judgements,
On those who have less...
Are themselves most emotionally affected.
And yet...
They are the ones,
With their research completed and studies done...
Trying to convince their outlooks on life are practical.

But observation of these disturbing events...
Proves to anyone witnessing,
Who are the ones with common sense...
And who are those inclined to be most radical.
With a rampaging done they do to be excused.

'But isn't what you do a passing of judgement? '

If you and I sat here observing this with silent lips,
Would what is viewed still exist?
Or will our ignoring it...
Assist it in becoming less effective and fade away?
And 'if' it stays and increases...
Will I then be passing judgement?
Or be thought of as less patriotic?
Because it then becomes a condition of society.

You know me!
I only see what it is.
Not what it aint.
With a censoring done by those pretentious.
To claim 'negative' observations,
Are made by those embittered and disgruntled.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It may be an extreme example brought about by abnormal circumstances - but the criteria of human rights kick in, surely, precisely when the conditions are extreme and the situation is abnormal.

quote by Breyten Breytenbach
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On the Wings of Pettiness

I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.

This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.

I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Righteous

They have chosen to elect themselves,
The righteous.
Those who live life correct...
Under the Sun.
And under the Moon and Stars,
They deem themselves...
The Center of the Universe!
The reason why this Earth was created.
And in denial they sit,
Refusing to believe...
Other life forms have arrived,
For many to observe their presence...
As they visit!

Leaving all to wonder 'who' and 'what'
Can declare they are much more...
Intellectually advanced.
And 'who' and 'what' lives an existence,
Far more enhanced.
And 'who' are we on this Earth...
Struggling with issues of conflict and division,
Has the power to convince anyone coming to visit...
We can be hospitable to them,
When we can not appreciate our own home...
To prepare for any guests!
And 'they' who are coming in droves,
Already know we have self contempt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Position Of Security

Play by the rules, no risk, no stress,
Take no chance with success.
Key to it all,
Rise or the fall.
Conditioned for no bad judgement,
Your achievements must always be constant.
What you feel has no part,
See from the start,
For what you see, you might as well be blind.
Hope yor fear, fear of what you might find.
Feel no pain, no feeling at all.
So secluded, so very withdrawn.
Start to regret,
Try to forget.
Pick up the pieces, a shattered existence.
Turn the page, put up some resistance.
Know what to do,
Can you go through?
Your better judgement is starting to tell you lies,
Informing you that you don't qualify.
How can you die,
When you've never lived?
How can you lie,
And expect to forgive?
You choose your way, now here to stay.
Enclosed alone, you should have known.
Stupidity becomes mediocrisy.
How can you die when your life's a lie?
How can you...

song performed by by Xentrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Position Of Security

Play by the rules, no risk, no stress,
Take no chance with success.
Key to it all,
Rise or the fall.
Conditioned for no bad judgement,
Your achievements must always be constant.
What you feel has no part,
See from the start,
For what you see, you might as well be blind.
Hope yor fear, fear of what you might find.
Feel no pain, no feeling at all.
So secluded, so very withdrawn.
Start to regret,
Try to forget.
Pick up the pieces, a shattered existence.
Turn the page, put up some resistance.
Know what to do,
Can you go through?
Your better judgement is starting to tell you lies,
Informing you that you don't qualify.
How can you die,
When you've never lived?
How can you lie,
And expect to forgive?
You choose your way, now here to stay.
Enclosed alone, you should have known.
Stupidity becomes mediocrisy.
How can you die when your life's a lie?
How can you...

song performed by by Xentrix
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Open Minds, Eyes, Ears and 'Dialogue

Making attempts,
To reach back for times...
That should have long been lived,
And put into existence THEN...
Will not do a thing for you 'now'.
And you were told that,
When those times then...
Were behind the times!

Just like a season or a holiday missed,
That has gone...
Think of your mind like that.
Something once here...
But now has gone.

Remember when you were teaching me,
And others a lesson by ignoring our suggestions?
Remember you made it a point to tell your friends,
You wish I'd learned how to mind my business...
And live my life,
Since you knew more about yours?

Well...
You should have seen these days,
We now live.
You and others like you...
Are the only ones asking, 'What is happening? '
Open minds, eyes, ears and 'dialogue'...
Should have revealed that to you!
And you were right...
I have learned to mind my own business.

As The World Turns,
I have One Life To Live...
To remain Bold and Beautiful.
And no more will I be giving my time,
To those who are Young and Restless...
In their minds.
I am not living for that kind of drama!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You

If you cannot ask for forgiveness
Can you forgive,
If you cannot say that you are sorry
Do you enjoy the life that you live,
If you cannot cry a tear
Do you expect tears to be wept for you,
If you cannot feel any sorrow
In judgement then what will you do,
If you will not admit your mistakes
Do you point out the errors in others,
If you will not listen to good
Do you let evil triumph over another,
If you cannot tell the truth
Will you only listen to lies,
If you will not walk a righteous road
A crooked road walked will be your prize,
If you do not have the faith
Can you hope or could you believe,
If you do not have any morals
Could you believe in what you do not see,
If you cannot keep a promise
Can you not keep an oath,
If you cannot be honest or even trusted
Then sadly you will lose both,
If you must walk a road in shame
Can you be joyful with the things you do,
If you live a life of guilt and pity
Then how you are seen, is up to you.

poem by Randy McClave
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In Separate And Foolish Divisions

Too controlling.
Many set out to prove from birth,
They could and would with a showing of self worth...
Fake to erase the slightest mistakes they've made,
And unmistakably done as they continue to do.
Yet unable to face they are,
Their own flaws well covered and left unpursued.

They were raised,
With an 'look-at-me-see-what-I've-got'...
Mentality.They were raised to think of unity as a curse.
But used as a reaaon to come together,
To rehearse the berating done to others.
With a doing to anyone,
Regardless of how sacred relationships were.

They were raised,
Not to praise one another with encouragement.
Or support or re-enforce their successes.
But instead they had a purpose,
To ensure no one would achieve...
Unless they were the ones perceived,
As deserving of getting attention.
And without mentioning they did everything possible,
To do what they could to get it.

Raised to behave to pass judgement.
Based upon appearances and 'things' claimed owned.
Raised to behave to pass judgement.
As if those that did not condone their point of view,
Were not as blessed to profess they had been 'favored'.
With their 'holier-than-thou' self righteous attitudes,
Obsessed to self absorb and accepted as a right of passage.

And with a flaunting of pretentions they kept to do religiously,
In separate and foolish divisions!
Believing restrictions like this,
Would keep hidden their blemishes...
Out of sight, out of mind and away from a living of life.
And no one can deny the obviousness of their boundaries,
When witnessing the limits their minds have set.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life

in my room; chamber nowadays nothing; there is no decoration disturb
also voices
and any movement
outside there
in roadway
in office
it is true there is voices
movement and trappings
at nature
but assumed by there no
because us, according to religion
have to control the passion
and habit in the world of we
it obliged is inversed the than normal life
whether us have abnormal
whether life us have to be abnormal
to become normal
listening go order which according to him told to us from God
whether us have to be kept quiet, without passion
and let God move the life
then who is me,
what is the meaning
oy my life.

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Words of Hypocrisy

I see with my eyes
But I am told
My mind should not believe.
I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.

My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.
A habit once done you enjoyed to do!

Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret life!
From a misunderstood,
Demented point of view
Pursued to spoil with spite.
Blinded you are without insight!

Nothing did or done that you do...
Succeeds,
Fool or subdue even a few!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you...it's me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!

I see with my eyes,
But I am told...
My mind should not believe.

I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.

My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.

Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret a way life!
From a misunderstood,
Point of view pursued.

Dimmed without light.
Nothing did or done...
Succeeds,
Or is right!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you! ...it is me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!

And watching this...
From a distance I resisted,
Makes me glad I didn't struggle to keep...
Something taken,
That awakens you shakened,
And now makes you restless...
Weeping unable to sleep!

Thinking my journey would be easy to take,
Without knowing the obstacles...
Or the path of hurdles dodged I take.
Crept to leap with steps of faith.
Leaving none undone...
Or wanting to leave any left faked!
And that which you have taken away from me,
Has left one of us clearly in heartbreak!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loneliness Is A Desease.

Sometimes I work in a group of people,
Sometimes I listen to the songs,
Sometimes I go to the football pitch,
Sometimes I go to a bar,
But mostly am alone.

I work in a fun place,
Dancing with friends,
Pretending to laugh,
Working while my head down,
Am never happy, Am never happy.

The frequency of my heart beats scares me,
The average of my headache abnormal,
Yes abnormal,
As it ache frequently in my life,

My doctor says, drink some water,
My brother says watch some movies,
My friend says, let’s go out,
But I say all that will never count,

poem by Dickson Mseti
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Dear Interpreter Of My Life

Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
With your assessing insight.
There are times I find,
Your comments quite amusing.
And other times they annoy...
Since within my mind,
Many experiences...
Have been employed.

Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
I do my best to respect opinion.
I do my best to bite my tongue.
I do my best,
Not to debate the life I've lived.
Because a comprehension,
Prevents comparisons to others...
Who are on separate missions!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over Our Heads

I don't think you love me
Confusion settling in
I don't think I'll be staying
Around here, anymore
There's no question that I love you
But I'm living in my own time
And here I am debating
Whether I'm wrong, or right
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
All the promises I gave you
Helped me to survive
And all the times I wished you'd save me
You were the love of my life
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
I'm only passing by ...

song performed by by Zero 7
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