And, The Moral of This Story Is...
And,
The moral of this story is...
No matter what is done to improve your stride,
Your wish to achieve a success respected...
Will be considered a foolish move,
Amongst those who have lost direction.
As well as their sense of dignity.
Or a pride they have chosen to deny.
Any sign of decadence,
Has proven to be the choice...
Of those wishing to survive,
In a world that has become senseless!
Especially for the ones,
Believing themselves to be making forward movement.
And this they do,
As if 'right' is on their side!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No end to success
Success is not the triumph over regress,
Success is the power to suppress.
Success is not the money or the fame,
Success is, knowing you are still the same.
Success is not the power or the pride.
Success is the knowing how to hide.
Success is not a gift or gain,
Success is accepting and believing in your name.
Success is not a point or goal to seek,
Success is, believing you have never reached the peak.
Success is
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
And men measure their worth in battle,
There burns a superficial pride.
Hearts are tainted with the lie
Of materialism. All are cattle,
Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”.
There burns a superficial pride,
As the snake shakes his tempting rattle,
Whispering, “Come to me, and be satisfied”.
“Are you frightened? Fear is our ally…”.
Where we obey his foolish prattle,
There burns a superficial pride.
We are empty, yet deny,
That our opinion even matters.
Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
There burns a superficial pride.
poem by Lazarus Knix
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Cling & Clatter
Too many voices
It wont take long
Which ones right
Which ones wrong
Yours is most likely to be misunderstood
Screaming in tongues on the top of my lungs
til I find you
til you found me
Somehow I always knew that you would
And I am contemplating matters
All this cling and clatter
In my head, and what you said is ringing,
Ringing faster
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could
Just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
It doesnt really matter
If I could touch the sound of silence
Now you know I would if I knew
How to make these intentions come around
Im hearing without listening
And believing every word you are not saying
Speaking without a sound
When I am contemplating matters
All this cling and clatter
In my head, and what you said is ringing,
Ringing faster
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
It doesnt really matter
Trapped inside of these four walls
Walking brainless muppet dolls
Mushroom face beneath the tangles
Bleeding silhouette inside
Dancing like an angel would
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
It doesnt really matter
And its all good if you would
Stop the world from making sense
And if I could just realize it doesnt really matter,
It doesnt really matter
All this cling and clatter
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Succes! !
It’s not a goal you seek
It’s not about getting money
It’s not to stay negative
It’s not all about you but other around you too
It’s not the end but the beginning of your life
To realizing and learning is what your success is
To try and want to improve is what your success is
To accomplish things by your own is what your success
To give or share is what your success is
To respect and believing in you is what your success is
To challenge yourself is what your success is
To work hard to reach your dreams you once believe is what your success is
Success is sweet and…. I believe it’s waiting for you to own it and hold it with your life.
poem by Angie Alphonce
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You know, I think I still have a sense that no matter what you do, no matter what you achieve, no matter how much success you have, no matter how much money you have, relationships are important.
quote by Ed Bradley
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Unbroken Dreams
Through the days and nights in my unknown world
I’ve been nothing but a woman of no hope
I can’t even move, chained by my fears
Wishing for miracles but they won’t come to me
But I won’t give up
I’ll embrace my dreams
No, I won’t hold back
I will change my world
I may still be far but I won’t give up
I am my own hero and this is my story
World was black and white
Everything was void
But now I am stronger
My past faded away
I won’t run away
Forward I will move
Feeling my own heart beat
I know I can make it through
I’ve got no more doubts
I can reach my dreams
I will trust my heart
Now I am broken free
Even a thousand years will be nothing to me
For I am my own hero and forever I will be
The path that I have chosen
Sometimes bring me harms
But each time I fall
I’ll learn how to stand
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Like Any Quota Doter Does
When I actively applied,
For that I know I am experienced!
I was deemed not qualified.
With a look from someone,
To kill my pride.
And since I'm not the kind,
To wonder 'why' I've been denied...
I cast that aside,
That which tries to prevent my stride.
In a blocking of my forward movement.
Few who knew that,
Know today that has been proven.
Folks are hired to cast dark shadows,
All over the place.
That's what they do!
And competent at it too.
Since I am not seeking assistance,
To live my life to make attempts!
I live my life making attempts to assist.
That's it!
That's what I do!
And 'if' someone decides I'm not qualified to do it...
I'm sure they've been assigned to do a job!
Like any quota doter does doing what they do.
I've been assigned to fulfill a mission.
There is more than a slight difference.
And to give precious time away,
To devote in discussion with those of small minds...
The vastness of the canvas
Is not my task to introduce.
I'm here to do!
Not argue in defense of my abilities to connect the dots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are Lost
album: one-armed bandit$
track: 09
I wanna climb up in the sky with you
To seize the stars and put them on your head
I wanna take you down
where the sun begins
a journey on the clouds once again
I wonder if I will ever see your face again
and the rest of my opinion is of no importance
guess I have made a choice
for us
we are lost
in this world
we are lost
in this time
we are lost
we decide
we are lost
we are lost, lost in our own world
It doesn't even matter if you like it or not
we are lost, lost in our own world
It doesn't even matter if you're happy or not
We are lost, lost in are own world
It doesn't even matter if you like it or not
We are lost, lost in our own world
It doesn't even matter if you're happy or not
song performed by by Zornik
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Torture remains
i cried myself to sleep,
3 hours later,
i still can't think of nothing else,
the torture you did to me,
you made me bow down to you,
you made me do what i didn't want to do,
i was scared of you,
a child who wanted to be loved,
becames a sexual toy instead,
what makes it worse,
you wasn't even family,
everybody had there doubts,
but you made them believe,
that you were some kind of saint,
made me feel like i don't belong,
i still feel that way until this day,
in my heart i know i'm better than just sex,
but in my mind i believe its all i'm good for,
do you know how hard it is,
to live in a world that you feel,
could of been better?
i will never get back what i lost to you,
a sense of pride was lost,
a sense of joy to use my body,
the way it was surpose to be use for love,
i feel it as being wrong,
the people i have feelings for,
just can't understand why,
i'm left with telling,
and them leaving me,
or keeping to myself,
having them think i'm just a tease,
and move on,
either way,
i guess i don't have much to lose,
it either,
let somebody i think i have a future with in,
and let them make the choice to stay by my side,
or let them move onto a girl with less problems,
but i hate not having that control,
and when i look at it,
i don't really have as much control as i think,
i just can't go through another rejection from a guy,
because of my past,
it's not even right,
to have to loose something important to you,
all because it was something you didn't ask for,
in the first place.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Senseless?
senselessly
make sense by being senseless at times
we all need that
to realize we are not what we are after all
we too are what we are for what we are not
senseless and
numb
senselessly why worry about sense at all?
bipolarity
flesh and spirit
mind and matter
brain and brass
don't you worry
take some beer and smoke
watch what happens to the world
in conflagration
of senseless thoughts
loafing is the work of another genius
when the mind simply drifts like a butterfly
on a windless day
shopping for petals in the garden
of no-man's land
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A special child is a special One
thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one
thank you for the fruit of love..... your lives fulfill the
purpose of creation, your unending steadfast care lifts
me up to survive, amidst the uncertainty of life
thank you for being there..... when I needed you most,
you are always in my side, pushing me to face all
adversity, though I exist with no fear in my heart
thank you that you let me taste and experience..... what
is life with you, our memories always linger in my heart,
even though that meaningful happiness is off valued and
something special to me
thank you dear someone..... your presence is giving
me the strength to stay alive, this is the life I live, my world
is different from you, and I have to stay in order to live and
survive
thank you for accepting and letting me go..... beyond your
limit for you don't know where I will go, this dream that I
take is only, me can reach, a place where nobody knows
thank you for helping and making me to achieve, with my
own volition to know more of myself..... hoping the best of
everything on me, and believing that I might see the
meaning of my existence for the destiny I made is the
destiny I live.....this maybe the end of why, I am living in
this world with you dear someone
thank you that in my journey in this life..... you are with me
surfing every pieces of puzzle of who am I in this creation,
a creation that everyone is free, a creation that I am a part
and I exist, a destiny to move on and a place I live today
thank you..... for believing me even in your heart, thou you
didn't see what........ I believed, just always remember that
the life I share in every moment I've take. lives with you
forever and it is beyond your own imagination for the
world I live..... lives.....only in every man's heart that is free
' do not see them as how they think and look, but see
them as what you feel '
poem by Antonio Liao
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There Are 'Rumors' That Many Are Fed Up With It!
A desecration allowed,
To outrageously disgrace...
Values of our respectful ancestors,
Should not have been permitted at all...
To have taken place,
To cause foundations to fall...
For purposes of renovating,
A facelift degenerating.
Crediting the feeding of greed,
Would be too easy to relieve many...
Of their irresponsibility.
Or those rushing to unload,
An accountability...
Few have chosen to behold.
But is greed alone,
That had been condoned...
The only factor,
One disowns a pride and dignity.
With a scolding tongue unfolding,
Obscenities...
That would come to destroy,
All of humanity?
Is one's lack of consciousness,
So intimidating...
That the onslaught of thoughtlessness,
Would diminish the minds...
Of a once advance society,
Into a helpless and disturbing swirling whirpool...
To create a decadence to breed,
Leaving the majority...
As so incline to be defined,
To become the ones observed as fools!
Who's game of pocket pool is this?
That goes unchallenged with a fixation...
Those onlookers are afraid to disqualify.
And would be stunned if suggested,
This game played with their lives...
Should be dismissed as requested.
'There are 'rumors' that many are fed up with it! '
Can those of intelligence,
Become the people blamed for this decrement?
And who championed the voices,
To extradict the demise of common sense?
And who took it amongst themselves to quiet the ones,
Who spoke against the implementation of misdeeds done?
Or,
How about this...
The rising of a steadfast ignorance.
That has all convinced...
The only way to move forward,
Is to repetitively visit...
The stagnating hold of a total darkness,
Considered by those without vision...
As the absolute experience of a bliss,
That is missed.
'There are 'rumors' that many are fed up with it!
But choose many do to keep their 'rants' private.
In a whispered and unheard silentness,
Continued to be done...
And kept as their 'secret' wish! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless It Has Never Been Addressed
If you are not celebrating,
Yourself...
With pride and dignity.
You have no identity.
That is how I see it!
That is how it appears to me.
There is something missing in your life.
An understanding that goes unidentified.
Something unliked one wishes to hide...
Or ignore! Perhaps despise!
There is an unacceptance.
And whatever it is,
It is denied.
Anyone with a pride and dignity...
Will let this be known.
And it is clearly shown,
On the outside as it should be.
Unless it has never been addressed,
Or respected.
And the emptiness is left unconnected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Uproot With A Moving Somewhere Else
I thought it foolish that I should move,
To find success or expect an acceptance.
Especially when I had the confidence,
In my choice to do what I did at my best,
Could and woudn't be better expressed...
If in another environment I selected.
Or become more impressive,
To those believing they should approve.
I knew too early I was not the one stupid,
To do what I did to prove others to be fools...
To uproot with a moving somewhere else just to do.
When inside of anyone they are born with the tools.
And wherever they go those same tools can be used.
It just depends on which ones are picked.
With a determination to remain devoted and not to quit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Admit You Are Wrong
To admit you are wrong should not be a sign of weakness
It is indeed a fortress of the strong
To swallow your pride of you does seem so noble
And to a rare breed you surely belong.
Just goes to show that you are not pigheaded
One brave enough for to apologize
To admit you are wrong it may seem rather humbling
But to a better self it does give rise.
To admit you are wrong always takes heaps of courage
To say I'm wrong should not be a loss of pride
To deny truth is more of a sign of weakness
Behind a falsehood one should never hide.
To admit you are wrong is nothing to feel ashamed of
To apologize should shows how brave you are
You are one not lacking in moral courage
And moral courage in life it can take you far.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Before Fences
Does it really matter,
What side of a fence one sits...
When picking someone to lead?
All will have no choice but to follow,
With a digging out from a ditch.
Regardless who has the influence.
Or one's beliefs of kept biased affiliations?
And that fence...
Once constructed to separate,
An immaturity of kept indifferences...
Absolutely makes no sense.
Since the hole widening under it,
Promises to engulf all divisions.
And their useless arguments.
And before fences were constructed...
A dignity and pride with identity,
Was a respect that given and to all had owned.
But a greeding seems to have come to defeat stabilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Did These Realities Begin
It has become for them easy,
To finger point, backstab, ridicule and blame.
With a dumping done of a nonsense,
To defame and shame...
Those who make attempts to correct,
The havoc of the ones who have chosen excuses...
To defend.
Relieving themselves of accountability.
And a history of backing themselves up against a wall.
But how can they explain,
An extravagant taste to market and promote decadence...
As a way of life advertised and enforced.
And a cause and reason.
For their failures they now wish to divorce.
And every bit of this has been a conscious effort to implement,
As standards they value with a pride they prize.
If not...
How did these realities begin,
For them to deny their existence.
As they stood on the backs,
Of those they held to suppress and attack to climb to heights.
To achieve the pinnacle...
Of accusations?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Desk Of... A Renegade Socialist
WE THE PEOPLE,
..and all living beings
....on the earth...
demand fairness,
equality, shared dignity,
and a just dispersion
of all needed goods....
having the desire
and the fortitude
to work and to give
as readily as we take!
believing that all life is sacred,
and should be treated as such!
and that the only true success
feeds every hungry mouth!
daring to respect each other,
and so be respected!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Success And Image And The Face Of It
Those who say,
Looks aren't everything!
Aren't the ones who are judged,
Based solely upon them.
And besides...
This can be deducted,
From what many prize.
Thick lips, nappy hair and brown eyes...
Are not considered standards,
By those who analyze.
Not for a beauty,
Considered to be immortalized.
No matter who is competent...
In a package that is presented!
If it doesn't suit the taste,
For those who select an image to digest.
As an appearance,
That suggests success...
And not a waste to regret.
It will be the 'image' one picks,
Over a competence that 'may' exist.
'But hasn't it been image and not substance,
That has increased in an invited decadence? '
Well...
Yes.
'But who in reality today believes? '
Remember this...
Image speaks volumes.
And easier to hype.
On the other hand...
Reality is something placed,
On an equality wish list...
Not too soon to happen,
For the sake of changing...
Success and image and the face of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By My Side
How can I tell you how much I love you,
How can I say what words cannot say;
How can I tell you all that I need too,
What can I do to make you stay;
Please don't go away.
If I could only stop all the hurting,
If I could wash your tears away;
If I could only give you a reason,
To hold on tonight and day.
Wish you well, I wish you well;
I want you to know you're not alone,
Wish you well, I wish you well;
Whenever you go you're not alone ;
'Cause I'll be dreaming with open eyes,
Wishing you were here with me;
I'll keep believing that I'll wake up and,
You will be right by my side...
Right by my side.
Everyone knows that nothing comes easy,
The deeper the heart the harder the fall;
I've got this feeling burning inside me,
Can't you see you're not alone.
Wish you well, I wish you well;
I want you to know you're not alone.
Wish you well I wish you well;
Whenever you go you're not alone.
Cause I'll be dreaming with open eyes,
Wishing you were here with me;
I'll keep believing that I'll wake up and,
You will be back,
You will be here,
You will be right by my side...
Right by my side...
How can I tell you how much I love you,
How can I say what words cannot say;
How can I tell you all that I need too,
What can I do to make you stay;
Right by my side...
Right...
Right by my side.
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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