Defects Affect
When a history kept,
Is left to be repeated.
And it becomes a comfort that sets,
Within mindsets to identify as not needing...
To assess and correct.
Because it is perceived to be the best yet.
That history kept,
With thoughts of it being better left as is...
As defects affect,
Fails...
From the lack of self assessment.
And can only achieve defeat.
To leave a disbelief,
Successfully chasing...
Concepts held together by those deluded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right Side of Left
Right side of left,
Is my mind sometimes.
Thoughts too correct,
Needing to bend at times.
Cycles of childhood spent,
Fostering indulgences...
Frozen in memories.
Doing my best to let them melt,
To release them from me.
Being the adult,
By experiences I've been dealt!
But I can not reduce them!
Too seduced.
Should I be?
Am I too right side of left?
And too away from being centered...
Where at this time,
Grounded as perceived
As the 'me' others see!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experiencing a Welcomed Self Defeat?
Did you ever think to give someone a compliment?
Without needing an incentive to do it?
Or to say something kind,
Behind one's back.
Instead of finding a fault.
Or picking upon something they lack?
Have you ever taken an opportunity,
To say hello?
To anyone passing on the street.
Someone you did not know,
But just happened to meet and greet.
Or...
Are you like so many,
Experiencing a welcomed self defeat?
Perceiving your challenges are greater than others.
And a bitterness expressed,
Is what you'd rather leave others to treat.
Some have no where to live.
And nothing to eat.
Yet...
They seem to be giving more of themselves,
Than others who seek a self centeredness to feed.
Exploring opportunities,
That does not rely on one's own need...
May uplift another,
That provides in a sharing...
One had not considered to receive.
To be left astonished,
And in total disbelief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Affect Forever
We Affect Forever
We are making history, through every day we spend.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark that will not end.
Others before have left behind this world we now obtain.
Though it’s changed since way back when, the old shall always remain.
History is how we got here, history is who we are.
History is what led to this, yes history is not far.
It remains within our families, its tradition and unchanging ways.
It’s Christmas day, Thanksgiving, its countless nights and days.
History is what you’re becoming; it’s what you are soon to be.
And history never dies; it’s a part of everybody.
We fight to maintain who we are, to maintain who we’ve always been.
And while we fight we know this fight is not easy to win.
Many forget the past, and many never even know,
Many people never hear of how times were long ago.
Those thousands of years before us, are more than just time spent.
They are filled with real people, real feelings, and real places that they went.
The People had different life styles very different from our ways,
But it is true that there is nothing knew under the sun’s golden rays.
Stand proud to be alive, know you affect forever.
Every act that we commit we all commit together.
We are entrusted with this earth; we must love and cherish this life.
We must remember to love our existence lest love becomes our strife.
Yes we are becoming history, through every move we make.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark ……or perhaps a mistake.
poem by Mary Murphy
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In a Race to Chase Another Pointless 'ism
In a race to chase another pointless 'ism'.
With a reason to critique,
To compare discreeted insecurities.
With a belief that in the doing,
One's assessment will be perceived...
As politically correct to effect mindsets!
Racism exposes itself,
As a defective game played by those...
With selfish aims to gain.
To impose further conflicts of interests.
With a wish hypocrisies inflicted,
Continue to be ignored!
Although implemented to be explored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Repeated
HISTORY IS ALWAYS REPEATED AND SOMEONE IS ALWAYS CHEATED THE CAT DIED OF COURIOSITY WHY NOT ME THEY SAY THE MOSS ON A TREE CAN SEE HISTORY IS A STORY OF THE PAST A STORY THAT IS REPEATED YEAR AFTER YEAR DAY AFTER DAY
HISTORY IS HIS STORY AND HER STORY ALWAYS REOEATED ALWAYS THE SAME
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Five Children I
Five Children I
Once helped conceive,
I watched them grow
I watched them leave,
And each one left
A wound in me,
And some left two
And some left three.
And now when I
Cry out in pain
There’s not one left
To call my name,
There’s not one left
To grieve for me
Though I wept through
Each history.
But when they grow
They may conceive,
May learn to know
What wounds we leave,
And think back on
Some long despite
When I lay staring
Late at night.
2 October 1981
poem by David Lewis Paget
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You Became My History
You were once a mystery,
The one I loved to solve.
Deciphering your code,
Always got me lost.
I thought of understanding you more,
But before I realised it,
You became my history.
You were once a mystery,
Discovering you was a thrill,
Every puzzle I put together,
Granted me fulfilment,
But as time flew by,
you became my history.
You were once a mystery,
Every clue brought me closer,
Every step brought me nearer,
Only to make me smile,
I thrived on your addiction
But after a while,
You became my history.
You were once a mystery,
the very foundation that kept me stable,
Once I comprehended you, I began to feel able,
You were the ocean to my boat,
The cell to my system,
However, even without the distance,
You became my history.
You were once a mystery,
Clouded in question marks,
Trying to understand,
Trying to comprehend,
I was left with numerous thoughts,
The more I tried, the more I learnt,
The less I craved, and before I knew it,
You became my history.
poem by Zushan Hashmi
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If It's Truly Believed
You and I,
Share a history...
We should not deny.
And I,
Believe...
Disagreements can be shattered,
If we leave what really matters...
To harmonize as we please.
Let us know peace,
And live happily.
Let us defeat,
All disharmony.
Let us accept and reject...
All the misery behind us to leave.
Let us know peace,
And live happily.
Let us defeat,
All disharmony.
Let us accept and reject...
All the misery behind us to leave.
We should not wish that to keep!
You and I,
Share a history...
We should not deny.
And I,
Believe...
Disagreements can be shattered,
If we leave what really matters...
To harmonize as we please.
You and I can reject all disharmony.
You and I can accept all the happiness...
We have been blessed to receive.
If...
It's truly believed.
And kept and perceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood On Their Hands
Delusions are difficult to erase,
From minds nourished to believe...
They are entitled to take and receive,
And do as they please.
Delusions fed,
Can not envision concepts...
Of having little to nothing left,
To continue feeding a greed.
Every aspect of this consciousness,
Has been spoiled by intriguing propaganda.
And hyped to delight in another's defeat.
Without a self reflection done or apology.
But a brick wall stalls when made of concrete.
And hitting one's head against it,
Does not advance one to a conquering done...
Sweetened by victory.
As one would like to rewrite history.
A brick wall made,
And built thickened by concrete...
Only leaves a head beatened against it,
To bleed internally.
Since prior activities,
To ensure it isolates and stands...
Has been built by the very ones,
With blood now on their hands.
And drips...
Without consideration,
Of an evaluation to self examine.
And this has created,
Unhealthy mindsets that debate matter over substance...
With an absence of reason and cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marianne
(as interpreted by virgin records japan)
(accuracy is not guaranteed)
I take one look at you
It leaves me breathless
I see your dreams come true
Youre not so restless
Or light, or bright
Marianne
One day I might not care
What happens to me
Your lack of sympathy fails to disturb me
Ive got a life of my own
I remember the day
I thought we couldnt lose
Running round the garden in your mothers shoes
Playing silly sisters
And drinking green tea
On a cold autumn day
Someones car had broken down
The best of summer ends
When you give a celebration
We can leave but we cant really go on
It would spoil the celebration
Anita, all thats left is us facing a life
That goes on as before
One day I might not care
What happens to me
Your lack of sympathy
Fails to disturb me
Ive got a life of my own
Anita, all thats left is us facing a life
That goes on as before
Marianne
Anita, all thats left is us facing a life
That goes on as before
Marianne
Anita, all thats left is us facing a life
That goes on as before
Marianne
Anita, all thats left is us facing a life
At the end of the world
Marianne
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History why do we care
History
a famous person dies
History
a war rages
History
a new invention
History
a building opens
History
what happens if something happens to me
is that history?
no....
So why do we care.....
poem by Andrea Thepoet
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In Honor Of Black History Month
...and, this year we are so excited,
In honor of Black History Month...
To provide a ten thousand dollar scholarship,
To anyone who can answer the following question.
And...
If you all notice,
You have been given the answer as is shown...
Amongst the choices from which to choose.
Either A, B or C.
Good luck!
Here is your question...
How many fingers are on the left hand?
You have five seconds to respond.
Place your one thumb on the buzzer.
And hold with your remaining four fingers,
On your left hand.
YES!
You are the first to respond.
Your answer is...?
'Hold up!
And don't be winking at me.
I ain't into that!
Supposing that left hand was held by someone else...
Guiding with valued assistance to choose the right path? '
That has nothing to do with the question asked.
NOR is that one of the answers already given.
One of them is correct.
The others are not.
'Look...
I need that ten thousand dollars.
And stop winking at me...
Pervert.'
Do you or do you not have the correct answer?
'Do you or do you not get on my last nerve? '
THIS is a contest.
'And THIS is my fist.
Do you mind repeating the question?
And don't look at me as if I'm the one stupid.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Going To Be A Long Ride
My observations are never premeditated.
With a plan to only accept that which I believe.
I experience a witnessing,
As a student willing to learn.
I take notes whether mental or written.
And free myself from regurgitating quotes,
To whisper into ears to then leave.
I'm not like that.
What I describe is viewed with my eyes.
And what I hear is seldom my own sentiments.
Although when I see something that should be clear,
But to others it is not as it appears...
I wonder when my delusions have ended.
And how many conscious aren't aware when they start.
I'm not like that either.
Could we all be confused,
And refuse to accept we've been abused and neglected...
By our own delusions?
Could we all be wishing what we witness isn't what it is.
To admit what is does exist without the benefit of our wishes?
Could my observations perceived as not being premeditated,
Be, in fact, a comforting of a trap...
My mind extends to enhance my comprehension?
Or...
Could I just be needing rest and have yet to confess,
I can use as much of it as I can get?
'Yes! '
I'm sorry.
I am having a personal self assessment.
Am I disturbing you?
'Yes.
I am hoping your 'self-assessment'...
Soon ends as to not to further prolong,
My 'already' too long bus ride.
But who knows...
Maybe I am confused AND deluded! '
I apologize.
I didn't realize I was speaking that loudly.
'No problem.
I do the same thing myself.
At home.
Alone.
When I'm seeking an intelligent conversation.'
Oh.
I agree with you.
This is going to be a long ride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tales of my past
Don't write me down in history,
In reference to my past deeds,
Works I derived no joy from,
Or mistakes of those years.
Don't write me down in history,
The ages gone show little of what I am,
That part of me is truly done,
My dreams now can say it all.
Don't write me down in history,
The lessons of life flows in my blood,
My blunders are now my teachers,
The scars now my daily pledge.
Don't write me down in history,
I am yet to achieve perfection,
Still I strive for redemption,
Searching the soil for my lost glory,
Don't write me down in history,
The tales of my past I recall,
That was then, this is me,
Woes to your judgment.
poem by Venessa Ambrose
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Pleh!
We are all emotionally primitive
and yet, we are left the superior species?
History shows our insecurity and lack of maturity;
we kill each other for fun!
The energy and creativity that spawns self-destruction
confuses those of us that just want to live
Our masters use us as canvasses for horrid works
using the power of deception as their brush
We are but blood-red paint that decorate the halls of history
while they are the artist presenting it to the gallery of the future
poem by Jason DeLeon
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Nothing
Shot down your instincts, turned into a freak
You said this was your first time
How fast changes come for you to finally see
Shallow plains for you to find what you...
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo nothing left...
Stuck in with no way out a gift for your grief
Shattered your thoughts of a good thing that you never had
Hopelessly knowing whats right or wrong
Can't stop the feeling, it comes so strong
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo...
Observe nature from a black top view
Left you defenseless hoping for defeat
Built on my fears
Confession of obsession
One day happy place for you to hide
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left for me!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
With this ghost on my side!
There's something left
With you in my life!
There's nothing left!
Nothing left, nooo...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Black Cross
All I got is a Black Cross,
And two crabs in my left eye,
What you say you want you want,
Like a lump in your right thigh.
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend.
You the users of the wheel,
Stink of oil and electric eels,
Users of forbetten tools,
We must be the fools.
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend.
Cancel the world,
Erase history,
There is no future,
As far as i can see,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend,
We're going left on right,
And I don't want to see you again,
Going left on right,
And I don't wanna be your friend.
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Take Me Away
this time what I want is you
there is no one else
who can take your place
this time you burn me with your eyes
you see past all the lies
you take it all away
I've seen it all
it was never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away
I try to make my way to you
but still I feel so lost
I don't know what else I can do
cause I've seen it all
it was never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away
don't give up on me yet
don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
but don't let
me stay here alone
I've seen it all and it's never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
I've seen enough and it's never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away
take me away
take me away
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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If the war has faded into history, democracy's defeat in Vietnam has left deep marks in the consciousness of both nations.
quote by Nguyen Cao Ky
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