Addicted To Struggling
Who knows what's being said to folks,
When opportunities are taken...
To exaggerate realities.
Who's mind has been manipulated to believe,
What 'is' isn't?
And that which isn't has been exploited to perceive.
And the rise of confusion.
Began with an absence of facts.
What one assumes,
Lives.
And realities are attcked!
Morning, noon and night.
Minds are addicted,
To struggling.
As the rise of confusion,
Begins with an absence of facts.
What one has assumed,
Lives.
And realities are attcked!
Morning, noon and night.
Minds addicted,
Sit in struggles.
Who knows what's being said to folks,
When opportunities are taken...
To exaggerate realities.
Who's mind has been manipulated to believe,
What 'is' isn't?
And that which isn't has been exploited to perceive.
And the rise of confusion.
Began with an absence of facts.
What one assumes,
Lives.
And realities are attcked!
Morning, noon and night.
Minds are addicted,
To struggling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Man's Lament
The child-sun blazes
through grey morning fog
his passion overpowers
night’s sluggish slog
‘till bright noon’s on fire
with his effervescent love,
but it’s all the same, it’s
all the same.
Morning, noon, and night
may embrace our little lives,
but it’s all the same.
The ancient moon rises
in the fast-fading east.
Bloody sun dies, failed day retreats,
but it’s all the same, it’s all
the same.
Morning, noon, and night
may consume our little lives
but it’s all the same, all
the same.
poem by Steven Federle
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Encouraged To Lie
Making it all up,
As they go along.
Most children do that.
Pre-fabricating,
With undeniable excitement.
Whether in the telling of their stories.
Or, In the singing of their songs.
And we listen to them.
Telling them how important it is,
To use their imaginations as gifts given.
With lessons we teach...
How significant it is to expand one's mind.
Some children do grow,
And break free from this practice.
Knowing when for them a reality begins.
And when an adolescence for them ends.
Some children do leave their immaturities behind.
Others remain to embellish their entire existences.
Confusing the difference between right and wrong,
In the telling of their stories.
Whether or not they are sung in songs.
And convincingly deceive to have others believe.
From dawn until night lingers on.
With a kept belief.
That their realities created,
Should not leave anyone upset.
Especially if their imagined realities,
Have brought a benefit that many later regret.
And the ones not understanding with a comprehension,
Are those who all their lives.
Have been encouraged to lie.
And in their minds they see no reason why,
This should not have been left to go on existing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gia il sole!
It is morning now.
after darkness
like a confusion
the morning comes
with a brighter sun
this time
twilight leaves
like doubt
we think the pain
subsides
It is morning now.
we wash the dirt
on our faces
we dry wet cheeks
with
good morning
towels
It is morning now.
You must stop
believing all the lies
You must wake up
from this stupor
You must meet destiny
Not in your dreams
Touch your hands
with our own hands
Feel the roughness
of realities.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soon Will Come to Be Shown
Left to sob are those addicted,
To rituals that contradict.
And it may be hopeless to awaken them,
From lives restricted to limitations and sins...
That conflict.
All have been conditioned,
To accept traditions without thought or compromise.
How can someone considered to be a nonconformist...
Expose to those known,
Their 'realities' have been based on lies.
And that to them soon will come to be shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Realities
Many fears,
Many tears,
Many years,
Many wears;
It's all about life when,
One faces the realities.
Birth, school, work and death;
The realities of life to keep on growing,
There is no hiding place from here.
The muse of a Bard,
The ink of a Writer,
The brush of an Artist;
To face the realities of life like,
The teacher and the student.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Totally In Twilight
Some folks actually insist...
What is going on today,
Isn't going on.
And that we should pray...
To avoid the realities!
There are folks like that...
Totally in twilight!
With minds dimmed.
And a thought process completely off!
And people like me are called heathens...
Because I am against being on my knees,
When the basement of the church is on fire!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pawned
'What is this? '
That is a box of my realities.
'This is worthless stuff.
We can not use this here.
All of it is rusted gold plated crap.
What do you think we can do with that? '
You took my other things I pawned.
'We knew you were coming back.
Now...
Those realities you want us to believe...
Can not do a thing for us!
We fed our needs for a while...
Providing you a fix to return to get your realities.
But no one comes to us with a bail out,
To recycle greed.
Even your pleas are worthless!
If you had chafing pans or dishes,
Sterno and a box of matches...
With a manual can opener,
You got yourself a deal! '
Those are utensils the 'help' would use!
'Well,
You need to go find where that 'help' is.
It ain't here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Life’s Realities
Realities of life are hard to take check,
When sadness comes as their accompaniment;
Sometimes, they seem to catch our very neck,
Defying balms and soothening liniment.
No wine or drugs or women can free you,
From life’s realities you encounter;
No thinking hard can give solutions too;
Problems will come just like a game-hunter.
No hiding helps in burrows like rodents;
By climbing trees, you can’t escape for long;
And dangerous is residing inside tents;
Some day, you’ll hear quite loud the mighty gong!
Realities are to be faced outright;
Prefer always the day, never the night.
6-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Murdering Dreams
When no one is looking
I count the steps
in front of my house
no reason apparent.
I linger in front of photographs
that resemble you
and I allow
cruelly
the contrast
between you
and my present life.
Disappointment
is harder to bare sometimes
in real life
catapulting us
to alternative realities
concocted by our mourning minds
which seek those media dreams
of the perfect life
of escape from the flesh and blood realities
surrounding us
introducing to us
dripping disappointments
in self, others and family.
How guilt-dripping is this dynamic
where reality is seen to be
cruelly oppressive
compared to those media visions
concocted for us
by movies and tv.
Murdering false dreams
is what, therefore, the children
must do
in order to grow up
and become part of humanity.
Otherwise
a grieving shadow
that seeks that happily ever after
becomes a mind dripping
of false realities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There are intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
quote by Natalie Clifford Barney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gifted To Waiting World
because
you have a love
of poetry
and ideals
fill your world
beauty
awaits
in many
realities
many
universes of
mind
how many
can be realized
created in
one lifetime?
beauty
of thought
of mind
transcends
into realities
of beauty
gifted
to waiting
world
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Realities Baffle Me
Realities baffle me,
Distract me the facts,
When I ponder over,
Whether,
I contain the universe,
Or it contains me,
It is a mystery.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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None Else Can Make This Boast
How can religion head still rise
How are it’s sects yet fooled
When faith that’s based on man made lies
Is by the devil ruled
Religion says its prayers in vain
Their footing’s not on high
But Christ who died who rose again
Lives now no more to die
There’s no one else to make this boast
Not one from Heaven or earth
But Jesus through His Holy Ghost
The first with second birth
That man must die is plain to see
All flesh must meet the grave
But Christ states life; He’ll give us free
Through faith, man’s soul He’ll save
When minds this statement understand
When hearts accept these facts
Christ will raise to dwell His land
As in the book of acts
The facts are there they’re plain in view
The truth’s before our eyes
Through faith in Christ, we’re born anew
We’ve hope in Him to rise
We find these facts from deep inside
God’s Spirit leads to see
He comes to help He comes to guide
He comes as guarantee
He comes to those who’s hearts are true
Who’s faith in Christ is real
As sure as earth drinks morning dew
There’s life within God’s Seal…
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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The Same Old Sun
Eric woolfson - lead vocal
Tell me what to do
Now the light in my life is gone from me
Is it always the same
Is the night never ending
Tell me what to do
All the hopes and the dreams went wrong for me
Theres a smile on my face
But Im only pretending
Taking my life
One day at a time
Cause I cant think what else to do
Taking some time
To make up my mind
When theres no one to ask but you
The same old sun would shine in the morning
The same bright eyes would welcome me home
And the moon would rise way over my head
And get through the night alone
And the same old sun will shine in the morning
The same bright stars will welcome me home
And the clouds will rise way over my head
Ill get through the night on my own
Tell me what to do
Now theres nobody watching over me
If I seem to be calm
Well its all an illusion
Tell me what to do
When the fear of the night comes over me
Theres a smile on my face
Just to hide the confusion
Taking my life
One day at a time
Cause I cant think what else to do
Taking some time
To make up my mind
When theres no one to ask but you
The same old sun would shine in the morning
The same bright eyes would welcome me home
And the moon would rise way over my head
And get through the night alone
And the same old sun will shine in the morning
The same bright stars will welcome me home
And the clouds will rise way over my head
Ill get through the night on my own
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Addicted to Sugar
so many have committed themselves
to nonsense and bs.
when confronted with the realities
of their efforts and conditioning process,
they become upset...
looking for solutions and answers.
and that is not going to happen,
since everyone is addicted to sugar
and painless remedies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now Amongst Us
What will they do,
With beliefs no longer relevant?
What thoughts will they think...
When they had few from the start.
Concepts of realities are going to change,
So quick!
What was relied upon to defend...
Is ending a falsity 'asumed' as legitimate!
With aliens crossing borders,
And landing in backyards...
People aren't prepared for these events,
Descending and coming down upon them hard!
Too many folks are seeing UFO's...
As common as lies to them are told!
And how we all arrived on this planet...
Is about to change historic episodes,
And many will be lost to comprehend...
Left crazed in a daze to understand it!
What will they do,
With beliefs no longer relevant?
What thoughts will they think...
When they had few from the start.
Concepts of realities are going to change,
So quick!
Many will be traumatized...
To learn we are powerless,
Against those of advanced minds...
Now amongst us that have arrived to visit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond Our Absency
Disregarding the opportunities that we meet/
Ignoring our most important responsibilities/
Unfortunately
Unwillingly we loose our most valuable years and their chances/
As we earn instead regrets/
The weakness of the will/
The loose of the faith/
Leads us to concern about our futures/
As with time we loose self confidant/
Disregarding of others capabilities to bear our immorality/
Our ignorance against other's feelings/
Leads us to disturbance/
As well as the loose of our most important relationships/
The avoidance and the fear to make a change/
In rough of importance of our cases to make a change/
Leads our lives as well as other people's lives/
Those who are the most valuable existence and the essential realities of our lives/
To never-ending sufferings/
Unfortunately sometimes unconsciously/
We do harm ourselves and people around/
We do care and love them/
Because of a very silly reasons we do harm them and ourselves/
Absency at the near future while we feel the results of the past faults/
While we suffer we forget that those are the results of our absence and unawareness/
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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