Dawning of This Age
Suspended are the judgements of the judgers.
Taken aback...
Are those who hid manipulations with deceit.
Elitists connected now barefoot and jailed.
Even amongst themselves,
They wail...
In discontent!
Lamenting of their actions,
Of which no one denies...
Or can prevent an exposed dissent,
Arising!
Apologetic cries ignored,
By those who suffered from their lies!
The dawning of this age has come,
The one that sought truth that IS has won.
And they who pampered themselves with treason...
Sink together,
In an abyss of eternal tears...
Like birds of a feather,
Plucked and frying in hell forever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barefoot Ballad
(words & music by fuller - morris)
I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a down home country song
cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just cant go wrong
Give me a honk-tonk fiddle with a guitar in the middle and a melody
Humming like a fountain swinging out on smokey mountain
I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a down home country song
cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just cant go wrong
Now the big toes connected to the two toe
And the two toes connected to the three toe
And the three toes connected to the four toe
And the four toes connected to the five toe
And the five toe and away we go
I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a down home country song
cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just cant go wrong
Now the big toes connected to the two toe
And the two toes connected to the three toe
And the three toes connected to the four toe
And the four toes connected to the five toe
And the five toe and away we go
I wanna barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Wont you play for me a barefoot ballad song.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Sinners Thought
Was she worth to lose my soul
Spoke the man to himself from Hell below
As he placed is head in his hands for shame
He knew truly that he was the one to blame
And no other mans fault to where he did go.
She of course was another mans wife
Whom she had swore to GOD she'd spend her life
For better or worst until the bitter end
And no other man would she ever allow in
But then to GOD and all she lived a lie.
Was she worth for me to burn in Hell
Locked away from everyone eternity in my jail
Suffering and pain to last on forever
I wander if she cries for me, or if she found another
And no one can hear my anguish as I wail.
She of course lied and I believed her lies
And I was so sympathetic when she did cry
But all I cared for were my own wants and needs
As that gave me the strength for me to please
But now to myself I curse myself with why.
Was she worth it when I ignored GOD
The love and warmth that all man had sought
But then his words and laws I ignored for her
Now here I am in Hell as I ignored the word
And in pain and suffering forever my soul will rot.
She was someone that I did not know
And I dreaded the days as we got old
With all the cheating and sinning and the lies
Stealing her was just the devils prize
And no she was not worth me losing my soul.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
poem by John Celes
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Flying
All life through
Just the two -
Two birds freely flying
Two birds tacitly trying -
Together they always flew
Because they always knew
To not fly
Was to die -
Therefore, together, they always, always flew...
Right up until,
The very day their lives were through...
When they were gone
Friends gathered to sing them this love song:
'Birds of a feather were they
Always flying together unto the last day -
For what they knew is true,
Birds of a feather
Die fearless, and freest, together -
They never stopped flying,
They never stopped trying,
Until dying
They went forever together,
To freely fly
And never more die,
Nor even part -
Eternally connected, soul to soul,
And heart to heart. '
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Secret Sins Of My Father
Alone you crept
and
Alone I wept
Oh Father,
the secret sins
I kept
You
The Father, who
Took my first kiss,
then sucked away
all my bliss
I
The Daughter, who
had to be dissed,
then locked away
in the mist
Tell me,
Do you remember this?
How you,
dear father caressed my breasts
with your fingertips?
Please say you remember this,
When you,
my father pressed your tongue
through my virgin lips.
Can you Confess this?
Or only Detest this?
When truth is..
Alone you crept
and
Alone I wept
When Father,
They were Your sins
that I kept
Exposed my eyes
Preached those lies
Pushed aside all
My Taboo Cries
Now you shall die
Where my
Scarlet Letter lies
Far from the
heavenly sky
Down through the dirt
Where you'll surely pay for my hurt
Where the Secret Sins of My Father
will hang, an eternal curse
Where the Silent Cries of his Daughter
is sang aloud and forever heard.
poem by Karoliena Somura
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My Soul
My soul cries for love
But only tears reply
My soul cries for attention
But only lonliness answers the door
My soul cries for a friend
Only to be ignored
By a stranger
My soul cries for hope
But despair with lies
Deceive the truth
Which blinds hope
My soul cries for warmth
As an artic freeze
Surrounding my soul
Entices it with the dance of death
My soul defeated
No longer cries
Accepts what it can't change
Lies still
Waiting to die
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Judgements prevent us from seeing the good that lies beyond appearances.
quote by Wayne Dyer
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One
Youre in charge
You always were
Theres no denying
Fire burns
I took alot
But now Im gonna give
Back to you
Whatever I got
Cos we are one
And well always be
You were born first
Forever connected to me
Connected to me
Its not always how you want it to be
We had no choice,oh desperately
I had to leave
Now Im coming back
We had to see
Youre white and Im black
Cos we are one
And well always be
You were born first
Forever connected to me
Connected to me
Forever connected to me
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Truth Be Told
This is the first tale of death in the world
When Cain struck down Abel, a family broken
Since then mankind's dominated his own kind
To insult and injured there's no such thing
As peace, till death do us part
Till that last (truth be told)
Sin lies at the doorway (truth be told)
Hell's open for business now (truth be told)
The soil cries out for revenge (truth be told)
And death is upon the ground, all around
The battle ain't over, without spoils of war
Just 'cause it is written, does not make it so
When you dance with the devil, make sure the song's over
I ask myself how bad do i want you to live
My anger is near
Till that last (truth be told)
Sin lies at the doorway (truth be told)
Hell's open for business now (truth be told)
The soil cries out for revenge (truth be told)
And death is upon the ground
Sin lies at the doorway (truth be told)
Hell's open for business now (truth be told)
The soil cries out for revenge (truth be told)
And death is upon the ground, all around
Solo- Mustaine
Solo- Mustaine
Tribulation strikes again and we're hit hard
Still you just go on your way
Head in the sand, ignoring the rain
Just like the flood in Noah's day
In his day
Solo- Mustaine
Can't punish those ruining the earth
It's suicide to some degree
Because we are all guilty, guilty as sin
There will be no peace, never for you and me
Solo- Mustaine
Before al Qaeda and Bin Laden
Long before Hitler and Hussein
Ever since the first murder was committed
The verdict's always been the same
Been the same, wrong!
Solo- Mustaine
The cursed future just repeats the past
There's hell to pay and stones to cast
So, there will be no peace, never be peace
Till the last truth be told by you and me
Solo- Mustaine
song performed by by Megadeth
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Where does the truth triumph?
The argument won; the truth suffered.
The money played; the truth suffered.
The power prevailed; the truth suffered.
The truth triumphed; the poor suffered
21.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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From A Point Of View In Which It Is Beheld
The more one becomes exposed,
The closer the search,
A microscope perched...
Is used for the purpose,
To locate a blemish or a flaw that shows.
To have thick skin,
And a clear direction one moves in...
Is certainly a preferred prerequisite,
For someone unaccustomed...
To be critiqued like a novelty,
With neither feelings or emotions...
That can be detected by intruding whims.
People have curiosities,
To satisfy a probing need.
But anyone who knows what they do,
Invites unsolicited opinions.
And prepared with expectations...
To be picked and plucked,
And sometimes followed.
A perfectness sought by inspection...
Is as difficult to please,
As is a beauty is difficult to define...
Through the eyes of one trying to describe it,
From a point of view in which it is beheld.
No one exposed is not going to escape,
From a taste of some fed hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picking It Up
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
From the middle can be critical.
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up...
Like that does not ensure,
Self assurance to occur.
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
From the middle can be critical.
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up...
Like that does not ensure,
Self assurance to occur.
It is a strategy that one should seek.
With satisfaction first examined.
To make sure that one increases harmony!
With a proactive way,
Of life to live.
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
From the middle can be critical.
It is the heat that one releases.
When nothing satisfies to analyzing eyes...
Only seeing with a vision that's fixed.
As if in a tunnel,
To rip through quick.
It's not a riddle when one plays it second fiddle,
Oh...
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
From the middle can be critical.
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
With proactive actions to prevent blurs.
And...
Don't be vague!
Proactive actions do prevent blurs.
Don't be vague.
Proactive actions do prevent,
The making of excuses.
Proactive actions do prevent blurs.
Don't be vague.
Proactive actions do prevent,
The making of excuses.
Proactive actions do prevent blurs.
Don't be vague.
Proactive actions do prevent,
The making of excuses.
Oh...
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
From the middle can be critical.
Picking it up.
Picking it up.
Picking it up,
One should think of self assurance that endures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wail! , Wail! ! , Wail! ! ! for HAITI.
Wail, ! Wail, ! ! Wail for HAITI! ! ! ! ! !
Wail for the sight is Gory,
Wail for the deaths of these Infants
Wail for the deaths of these women, ; young, and Old
Wail for the loss of the productive workforce of this Nation
Wail for the Calamity that came within few seconds to claim thousands of lives.
Wail for the loss of generations of this Land called Haiti
Wail for the Unconsolable mothers, and fathers for the loss of their loved ones
Wail, if you have tears in your tear glands,
Wail, if you have heart that is meek
May the Almighty console us all, for the sights of the dead in the rubbles too frightening to look.
poem by Segun Rasaki
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom of expression for M lady Christine Kerr
Freedom of expression
A woman cries when she is glad
A woman cries when she is mad.
A woman cries when she is sad.
Tears of pleasure, rage and grief
all bring some measure of relief
and that is why a woman cries.
But men are not supposed to cry.
Forbidden by society,
though no knows the reason why.
Men may not let their feeling sho.
Men must appear to be macho
and that is why men do not cry.
Though women claim equality.
The truth is different obviously.
Women can expect to be
allowed to cry quite openly.
But men are still inhibited
for them tears are prohibited
Although I only theorise
I’m wise enough to realise
that some men taken by surprise.
Will weep and wail as women do
and demonstrate the way they feel.
Their rage and grief is just as real.
As anything a woman a woman feels.
Why should a man try to conceal
what his hot tears clearly reveal.
That he is sad or mad or glad.
Perhaps its time to think again
what is appropriate for men.
27-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Nothing Cries
Nothing cries in my eyes but tears to style,
To endow the soul with a road of dryness
Exhibits duties and loves and virtues,
My truth lies where the mind has intellect.
Everyone laments for himself and his spouse,
The eyes mattered to the slept ones,
Ears loved their actions for the listening sense.
Then this happened after a time of joy:
Tears dropped from the shelf of worry
As happiness was due, and my happier mood arose.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Daughter Cries
when a mother cries
her tears stab at her daughter's heart
as they plummet to the floor
when a mother cries
he daughter cries too
because her heroine is wounded and she doesn't know how or why
she cries because she cannot rid her mother of the pain
she cries most of all because she loves her mother
when a daughtrr cries because her mother cries,
her mother cries more
because her weakness has hurt her child
she cries because it hurts to know she's the cause of her daughter's tears.
she cries most of all because she loves her daughter
one the tears have ceased however
love remains
the love forever shared between a mother and her daughter
poem by Portia Lane
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Suspended In Animation
Suspended in Animation
To be lifeless and still
Watch the world passing by
Dreaming Forever
In a world of in justice
To be suspended in animation
To care for all people
But unable to help them
Musing forever
In a world of prejudice
To be suspended in animation
To yearn ends to conflict
Though you cannot end it
Withdrawn forever
In a world of war
To be suspended in animation
To covet life
A vessel for your soul
A body and conscious
From where you can forge change
To wake to a cause
And help the human race
This is your fate
Don't stray from it
Or be suspended in animation
By Alan McDowall
poem by Alan McDowall
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Eyes Of An Angel
She once looked into an angel's eyes.
No matter how hard that angel tries,
The angel can't disguse,
The compassion in the angel's eyes.
The angel denies,
The angel doesn't see the tears she cries,
Every time the angel comes near, a peice of hear heart dies,
All because of the angel's eyes.
She hates the angel, but the angel's eyes,
Make up for all the lies,
And at night the angel flies,
Watches her dream about the angel's eyes.
She stops and sighs,
Stops crying when she really tries,
Thinks about pain and its enormous size,
Then, yet again, cries.
The tears she cries,
The heart that dies,
When she sighs,
Will they ever be noticed by the angel's eyes?
poem by Jackie Crow
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Live With Yourself
How can you live with yourself
Spoke the old woman to herself
As she stared into her cosmetic mirror
Then she sadly cried another tear.
She thought again of her own past
When she swore forever, but it didn't last
Remembering he people she used and also hurt
Her soul she lost, now for which she searched.
The blames she had placed on all others
While never her fault but always another
Never saw the crimes that she did
As inside of her mind from them she hid.
Always someone else's fault but not her own
Is that why she's at peace when she's all alone
Putting herself always in front of pities line
What was hers is hers and her ways a crime.
No one has suffered as much as she had suffered
And she has endured more than any other
At least that's the stories she wants to believe
So her eyes are always closed so she doesn't see.
She doesn't remember the lies that she spoke
Didn't care about the truth that she had choked
She didn't recall the sins that she had sinned
So she can repeat them over and over once again.
We all have our stories to write and speak
Truthfulness and honesty is all we should seek
Not lies so we can become someone we are not
That's not the road of happiness we had sought.
The old woman took her eyes away from the mirror
She thought how once she was a mentor and peer
And her children and students that she had taught
Now her type of life they too had sadly sought.
We live the life that we are given to live
Honestly and honor is the best that we should give
We must better our lives as our destiny was dealt
Old woman tell me, how can you live with yourself.
poem by Randy McClave
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