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Defending My Right To Exist

Defending my right to exist...
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!

I looked like so and so,
And spoke like someone else.
And living in a place where nicknames were preferred,
It was rather difficult to maintain an identity.
Since being clownish and down to Earth,
Was a lesson taught.
And to be ignorant was the main objective.
Few people dared to express knowledge of anything.

Hey,
What can I say?
Even today...
This is not an exaggeration.

Needless to say,
Folks still living in that same mindset...
Seem not to be able to understand,
Why their visits to jails and prisons...
Are more frequent and have more of a priority,
Than when their 'children' were misbehaving in schools.
And teachers are blamed for this?

Defending my right to exist,
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!

However...
I was told I 'thought' I was better than everyone else,
Because I spoke as if I was 'intelligent'.
You know,
Clear and not like a...well...
Bunny rabbit!
And I had more than being a 'bad' little boy,
With going to jail on my mind.
I wanted to have my own identity for some reason.
With a wish to be successful at whatever I chose to do!

And there are those who try to convince others,
My accomplishments do not mean a thing!
And to them,
I wouldn't expect that they would.
Since I've lived to witness...
What many of them regard as important.
And hearing the children who brag,
About how much jail time they have served.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Proud Of It I Have Been

It was never discouraging to me,
When at a time I had been accused...
Of not having an identity.
And I was breaking down barriers,
Blocked and barricaded...
By those who 'still' do not understand,
The purpose and extent of my creativity.

I do not exist to represent a cause or a group.
To spin circles around insecurities some pursue.
I am here to challenge those who make excuses,
For themselves to use.
And...
To state my talents are not ethnic based.
With limitations others may be accustomed to,
That allows them to continue their own self hate.
Seeking to be accepted and approved...
Has never been the shoes I walked comfortably in.

I remember being told I was not 'black'.
Because I dared to cross assorted boundaries...
At a time judgemental 'blacks' were uncomfortable to do that.
And sat unadventured around and behind walls,
Closing in upon their backs.

I remember being told I had 'sold out'!
By the very same folks...
Who today prance and dance about,
In places they once pointed me out as not being 'Afrocentric'.
And they wonder why more people like them,
Are not going to those places with a paying of their visits.
Only to arrive to announce their indifference.

Not to learn.
Not to accept.
But to reject,
The experience.

It was never discouraging to me,
When at a time I had been accused...
Of not having an identity.
Because I've always knew who it 'is' I am.
And for sixty-four years I've never tried to hide that fact.
Too proud of it I have been.
And comfortable in my skin.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Innocence Doesn't Matter

I've been there before
When I wasn’t even guilty
What they found didn’t belong to me
But they made me feel so filthy

Put me in hand cuffs
Then put me in shackles
While they put me in the police car
I swear I could hear evil cackles

You’re gonna get it now
You won’t get out this time
Your gonna do a bid
For your freaking crime

But Your Honor it’s wasn’t mine
But it was in your CAR
But still I don’t smoke that stuff
Must have been the guy from the bar

I was a little bit drunk
When this guy asked for a ride
He didn’t look very scary
So we both went outside

Took me a while to find the car
And unlocked all the doors
My new friend buckled up
With his feet planted on the floor

Where to I asked him
Just up the road a bit
Then he lit a pot pipe
And took a deep hit

He asked me if I wanted any
that’s when I saw the flashing lights
I told him I don’t do that shit
But thought what a freaking night

Then we got pulled over
There was so much smoke
I couldn’t prove I didn’t hit it
That I didn’t a toke

So in the car I went
And they took me off the jail
I had to call my dad to help
But he couldn’t make the bail

So off to jail I went
I was innocent of possession
Now I was really mad
And filled with depression

What I didn’t know
Was that he had a gun
He left it my car
When he couldn’t run

They told me it doesn’t matter
Whether or not I draw
Cause when it’s in your car
Possession is the law

The other guy went to jail too
But that don’t bother me none
I can’t believe I was so stupid
To give ride to a guy with gun

I was going off to jail
For three hundred days
Course they lowered the charge
But in prison I still had to stay

I would get off for good behavior
I wasn’t criminal, of course I would
So after one hundred and fifty days
I finally got out for good

poem by Linda Racaniello
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Before Your Love

I wonder how I ever made it through a day
How did I settle for a world with shades of gray?
When you go in circles all the scenery looks the same
And you don't know why
Then I looked into your eyes
And the road stretched out in front of me
And I realized

Chorus:
I never lived
Before your love
I never felt
Before your touch
I never needed anyone to make me feel alive
But then again
I wasn't really living
I never lived
Before your love

I wanted more than just an ordinary life
All of my dreams seemed like castles in the sky
I stand before you and my heart is in your hands
And I don't know how
I survived without your kiss
Cause you've given me a reason to exist

Chorus

I never lived before your love

And I don't know why
Why the sun decides to shine
But you breathed your love into just in time

I never lived
Before your love
I never felt
Before your touch
I never needed anyone to make me feel alive
But then again
I wasn't really living
I never lived
I never lived
Before your love

song performed by by Kelly Clarkson from American Idol
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The Obviousness Of The Evidence Shown

Throughout my life...
And others who could attest to my sentiments.
I have had others who believed they knew me.
To say that I wasn't 'that' enough for 'their' liking.
Can you imagine?
As if I was born to prove to them...
My life and efforts were on a rating scale.
To please their whims and noninvolvements.

Or that I wasn't a 'real' this to claim that,
But to be just what they said I 'was' or wasn't.
To demean any attempts I made in anything...
I 'wanted' to do to get done.
And the color of my skin,
Had a lot to do with that too.
Oh...
I got it from both sides of the fence.
With some painful comments,
Forever to be remembered.

Or I thought I was better than others.
I like that one!
Because I spoke to have others understand,
What it was I was saying.
I spoke too clearly.
LOL...
Seriously.
I have actually had people tell me that.
I wish I was joking but I am not.
I was told I spoke as if I was a caucasian.
As if I wanted to be!
A black boy living in a black neighborhood.
With black friends and surrounded by blackness.

Or...
Check this out!
If I really wanted to do what I wanted to do,
I'd move and go somewhere else.
Because 'they' weren't going to allow me,
To do what I wanted to do in the place I was born.
Uh...
Excuse?
Are you looking for an exit sign?
Because I am not.

Well...
Thank God I didn't allow their comments,
To ruin my ambitions.
Like others they have done with a doing,
Who bought into that kind of evilness...
To achieve exactly what the obviousness,
Of the evidence shown as proof of 'their' doings.
Not mine!
My wishes and dreams are not to be limited!
Period.
With an exclamation!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Me

Tell me I wasn't true
Tell me I didn't believe in you
Tell me a moment I didn't share
Tell me when I acted like I didn't care
Tell me a moment with me that was hard to bear
Tell me when I was fake
Tell me the time we spent wasn't great
Tell me I wasn't a good friend
Tell me I wouldn't have your back until the end
Tell me I treated you like a child
Tell me a time I couldn't make you smile
Tell me a time I didn't miss you
Tell me I never kissed you
Tell me a time I used you
Tell me a time I abused you
Tell me you're not all I have
Tell me when I didn't speak on your behalf
Tell me when I didn't have your back
What I'm seeing I feel like you're telling me all of that

poem by Daniel Chapman
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Defending The Nonexistence

I've never allowed myself to be in a position,
To refute or disprove anything questioned.
I don't kneel behind walls from which to peek.

And defending insecurities...
Taught me a lesson as a child.
Don't do it.
Why insist something does not exist,
By defending the nonexistence of it?

It makes no sense to persist in nonsense.
And eventually weakens a false integrity...
One keeps under wraps and ego feeds.
Or tries by disguising in masquerade,
Something kept left to be discreet.

I've learned...
An awakening can not prevent,
The seeing through to the truth of things.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist

If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.

If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.

And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.

So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Death Is Coming Soon

My death it is coming soon
I can feel it in the air
And I know that I will not be missed
Even when I am lying there.
I have tried the best in this life
And I helped out all that I could
But when it came my time for help
I looked around, and no one stood.
I don't know who I am anymore
I know that I just don't belong
So when I leave this world I wont care
Because I believe my living was all wrong.

My death it is in my dreams
So in reality I am dying everyday
I have pleaded and begged to everyone
Even to GOD I fell to my knees to pray.
I wished that I would be missed before I was gone
I wished someone in myself, would just believe
But all I hear is that I didn't miss much in this life
But they never had to plead, what about me.
If I were someone else it would be a different story
Their life and memories wouldn't be at the end
Someone would be there for them each and everyday
And everywhere they look, they would see a friend.

My life is coming to an end
Everyday I feel the coldness that much more
Now overtime that I look, I am alone
As no one sides with me, no one has done before.
Why must one person in life be treated so bad
Why must his dreams and wishes be washed away
Is everyone else wishes more important that is
Should his dreams and wishes be all erased.
I am told to wish and dream what others expect
Even if its the dreams and wishes that others had
But then all theirs smiles have been from yesterday
And yesterday was the time that made me glad.

My life is almost at its end
I can feel the people walking on my grave
And one thing I do know, it is I will be replaced
And truly I wish everyone a happier and peaceful day.
So why must I be treated the way that I am
I truly do try my best to help people in this life
To see them smile and not to hurt anyone
What wrong could be worth that simple price.
So I wish my life was a better time
I wish and pray that all treated me like a friend
And I wish I wasn't used or took advantage of
And sadly, I wish that my life wasn't coming to its end.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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The Utter Importance Of Eating Cheetos

One day I just woke up
Just knew things were different, as I drank my cup
Of water, it was sweet, it tasted different
I really felt, that something had been sent
My way
Some joy, some kind of peace, no it wasn't those
It wasn't my clothes
It was... sweeter... it was, freedom, yes freedom I say

Today, that day, would include possibly one of the most important
Moments of my entire life
Although my day was rife
With the mundane and the normal, my freedom was heaven-sent
So I did something I didn't think I could ever do
I did something that I never knew
Could ever be so important, so sweet... so free

I opened up the pantry
I found exactly was I was looking for
I poured myself a plate of cheetos... and then some more
But I didn't realize the importance of what was about to happen
The kind of occurrence where you're amazed and just say amen
I reached over to eat a cheeto
But then I thought you know....
I don't want my hands to get dirty
Hmmmm well let's see
I've seen people do a lot of things, like use a bag
Put them in a cup, but then I thought of something totally unique
This idea definitely did pique
My interest and it would get me out of my snag
I decided I would do something I thought I'd never do
Something really weird too
I grabbed a spoon and used that to eat each cheeto
But who could ever know
The utterly significant beauty of this one moment

To me I had for once, done something that made me, me
I did something unique, because I wanted to... finally
I was starting to feel like I had an identity
I had hated myself for so long, anything that made me, me
I refused to see
It was repulsive because it was... it was..., well it was me

But today with sweetness and freedom
I ate my cheetos and it was bomb!
I ate them with a spoon, and now that's part of my identity
I felt like I was me, I'm... I'm me

But I felt one other thing that I also did not expect
In this very deep moment, there was some other feeling I did detect
As I used my spoon and looked behind me
Just to see
If anyone else could see me
I had this very strange feeling besides my freedom and sweetness

I wonder if I could describe it for you hmmmmm
I guess I felt kinda like... I felt kinda like, O that's it!

I felt like a dork

poem by David Knox
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See The Children

(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........

song performed by by Cure
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To M.G. (Wherever She May Be)

Written by John Mellencamp
I was watching a movie the other night on T.V.
The actress reminded me of you
Her attitude, the way that she smiled
She was doin' a part girl, like you used to do
I do believe you played it better
If it wasn't better, it was just as strong
I would've called you up on the telephone that night
But somehow girl, it'd been all wrong
I heard you married a stranger
In a horse and carriage that was covered with gold
Well, you wanted to be different and still fit in
I wonder if you feel different at all now that you're older
Hope you didn't lose that innocent laughter
Oh, God I hope time didn't take that away
All those junior high nights underneath the front porch light
A good Catholic girl during the day
Chorus
Oh, oh just watching the time grow
Old enough to know that these memories can't hurt a thing
Oh, oh just watching the time grow
If I saw you today, girl I wouldn't even know ya
Well I know it wasn't that big of a love affair
But boy, it sure seemed like one back then
When I parlay the memories into their proper places
I can see now we were no more than friends
Ooh your kisses sure tasted sweet
But I guess any kiss tastes sweet at fifteen
I just hope your touch is as warm to your ol' man
As it seemed like it was to me
Chorus

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Don't Belong Here

We all have somewhere we belong
I been waiting to know where my place is
I know one place for me and is New Jersey
Coming here change my life so much
I just feel like I
Don’t belong here
I just want to leave here forever
After I made my mistakes
Everything change that I never picture
Will happend and what I have done
I didn’t expect any of this
I never learn from my mistakes and just keep doing
People keep blaming me,
Giving me dirty looks and stared at me
When someone told something to them
Rumors spread about me all the time
It never end and puting me down
I’m so sick of this people and this town
I didn’t mean to do any of this on purpose
I just couldn’t made up my mind
I don’t belong here
These people are jerks and just act nice because
They feel sorry for me
I feel sorry for them too
I’m just annoy and tiring by all this going on
I try and put all my strength into it
There nothing else I can do to make this people
Think different of me
So it best if I leave and leave all this memories behind
That I don’t want to remember
I just feel like I
Don’t belong here

poem by Christina Phan
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Looking For A Leader

Fear inflicts the acceptance of restrictions.
And those afraid to carve their own independent way,
Facing obstacles and doubts...
Discover for themselves what life for them is about.
But will always feel inadequate,
When attempting to expose their own identity.

And unfortunately many living lives fearing,
Seek to be led.
With a looking for a leader approved by those...
Who only know what it takes to follow.
Since those who do have abilities to lead,
Are often opposed by the ones subjected to insecurities.

And people with those insecurities,
Seek those who are best qualified...
To represent the denying of every one of them.
Because the ones who express honesty and truth,
Always seem to threaten...
Those who do not.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Columbus

Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
And he said the world was round,
And everybody made an uncomplimentary sound,
But he went and tried to borrow some money from Ferdinand
But Ferdinand said America was a bird in the bush and he'd rather have a berdinand,
But Columbus' brain was fertile, it wasn't arid,
And he remembered that Ferdinand was married,
And he thought, there is no wife like a misunderstood one,
Because if her husband thinks something is a terrible idea she is bound to think it a good one,
So he perfumed his handkerchief with bay rum and citronella,
And he went to see Isabella,
And he looked wonderful but he had never felt sillier,
And she said, I can't place the face but the aroma is familiar,
And Columbus didn't say a word,
All he said was, I am Columbus, the fifteenth-century Admiral Byrd,
And, just as he thought, her disposition was very malleable,
And she said, Here are my jewels, and she wasn't penurious like Cornelia the mother of the Gracchi, she wasn't referring to her children, no, she was referring to her jewels, which were very very valuable,
So Columbus said, Somebody show me the sunset and somebody did and he set sail for it,
And he discovered America and they put him in jail for it,
And the fetters gave him welts,
And they named America after somebody else,
So the sad fate of Columbus ought to be pointed out to every child and every voter,
Because it has a very important moral, which is, Don't be a discoverer, be a promoter.

poem by Ogden Nash
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Where the Heart Is

One of us does not belong here!
You make appearances all over the place...
Defending your right to be who you are.
Taking what does not belong to you,
And calling it yours!
Even by doing that...
You lack ability to maintain order!
And everywhere I go I feel absolutely comfortable!
And you tell me I have issues and baggage?
Until someone insists I'm not convincing enough...
By making attempts to reduce me to depths,
Of their insecurities!
With promotions of accomplishments imagined!
I'll remain quite focused.
But then...
I'm not all over the place,
Trying to find my way 'home'!
Isn't that where the heart is?
And why so many are without them!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Said

She said she's lost
She moved to Manchester to find herself
But I can't find her in this frost
She said she wanted more than a friendship
But less than a one night stand
And that's why we spoke while sitting
She said she lost an ex boyfriend
I told her I didn't wanna play pretend
Wouldn't be a faker
There's one bullet in the gun of a relationship
And I'm not that much of a risk taker
My selfishness repeated itself
It told me your not a first aid-er
She said there would be no other him
So I told her... I'm not him
She blamed herself
I watched her while she stopped herself from crying
It was too awkward to help
Two, just the two of us, can make it if we try
yeah right, I told her I wasn't gonna lie
I might look like it but I'll never be that guy
That guy who is there to care
There to help any tears that fall
To make them all evaporate into the air
There to take away the dirt like a disgusting stain in a chair
Sew it up like a tear
Make it bearable to sit together
She said she didn't like the Manchester whether
Yet she moved here with the intention to live, whatever
All the alcohol is doing is killing the senses
I told her I didn't wanna know her business
I don't even know my neighbors business
Because I don't like to sit on fences
I lay on top of her, her legs were open
I told her I meant this
Conversation followed by kisses that were endless
She said she just wanted to speak
Do you want me to leave? Yeah that's what I asked
She was forcing me to be a stranger
it was like I was masked
Made me feel like I was masking her with masking tape
I had every intention to do
in a night that I had no intention to do
I therefore had no condom and was too tired to find a shop that was open like her legs
It was too late, lay in the bed
There was no way I was doing, it was too late
In my dream I invented a girl just like her
But when she became real I didn't wanna recreate
I put my arms around her and it was silent like a room full of mutes at a wake
She said that bringing me back with her her was a mistake
I said the fact I was still there was a bigger mistake
An accident waiting to happen
I thought about going... Only to remember the Manchester whether
I thought about Piccadilly gardens, the cold step we sat on
I didn't wanna go out there alone
I remember yawning, falling, not for her, only asleep
I was waiting for the morning with the benefit of a pill she wouldn't need
I woke up ready and sober, she said you wanted to do me
I said I tried, I told you, I didn't wanna hold you, I didn't even wanna know you
And that's when she cried.
I asked her why her ex boyfriend left her
She said he didn't leave me. He died.

poem by Daniel McCann
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A Tribute to Our Beloved Mom, ‘STELLA’

(On The Occasion of her Sad Demise …)

Our mom is not alive anymore, oh!
She’s gone to be with God forever, so;
She had a sudden exit from the earth;
Nevertheless, it was a peaceful, death.

Last time I met her, she looked quite healthy;
She was already aged more than ninety;
Her talk and attitude had us impressed;
But in her heart of hearts, she was distressed.

She’d thought, her time had come to say ‘Good-bye’;
She lived as if she was ready to die;
She had prepared for this for quite a while;
She lived in fear of God but fearless style.

Her life was exemplary from the start;
She loved to live but knew she must depart;
She lived a simple life through sheer God’s will;
She kept her cool and wasn’t seriously ill.

We thank Thee God for taking her away!
We thank Thee for keeping her till this day;
To us, she looked so great, almost a Fay;
Her love, we children can never repay!

She looked after herself until the last;
She knew the present, future and the past;
She lived in high spirits, never downcast;
She walked and wrote and spoke so very fast.

We wondered if she was a living saint!
She was a workaholic all her life;
She was so smart in everything she did;
She kept her sanity until the end.

All children loved her very much by heart;
A tower of strength and good advice, she stayed;
She kept so calm in face of trying times;
She prayed the Holy rosary always!

She was the link to all our relatives;
She was beloved in all family circles;
She worked from dawn till dusk, until mid-night;
She was up in the morning ’fore the rest.

Oh, what a fine mother and wife, she was!
Oh, what a nice grand-mother, sibling too!
She was some kind of living library;
She consoled anyone who sought her aid.

Her will-power surprised us very much;
Her words of kindness had a magic touch;
She spoke effortlessly and heard our woes;
She loved all friends, strangers and even foes!

We feel so happy; yet, we want to cry!
We feel so sad but ecstatic as well;
We know our mother no more lives with us;
The loss is irreparable and true!

She left the world on Tuesday, St.Antony’s day!
That was the name of dad, her husband too;
She was so brave until the very last;
Today the earth’s star ‘Stella’ is heavened!

She was a lamp so bright atop life’s hill;
She lived by Word of God and by God’s will;
She served as example to all around;
Her life was founded upon holy ground!

She loved to serve the Almighty always;
She loved her children, husband, all her days;
Her love for God was firm and steadfast too;
For sake of God, her duties, she would do!

She’ll guide her children from her newer place;
In death, she wore a holy, smiling face;
She’s now a blessing for the human race;
Amongst women, she showed she was an ‘ace’!

Fondly dedicated to (late) Mrs. Stella Antoniswamy, CBE
By all her children, grand-children and their spouses

Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-04-2010

poem by John Celes
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Michael Jackson

I didn't get to say goodbye
I didn't get to tell you that I love you
I didn't even tell you how I feel

You left in a hurry
Without a sound
With no clues

I have to ask why
Why did you have to leave me
Why didn't you tell me how you feel

I don't understand
Why you left
Is it because the God wanted you
But I am selfish I won't share you
Not even with God

You were my hero
My idol
My star

You had my heart
And when you died
You took my heart with you
But that's okay
Because I know I will soon
Be with you
Then I can have my heart back

You are in heaven
Away from all this distruction
But I must ask
Why didn't you take me
Then I could of truly told you everything

You are older than I am
But I still love you
You made mistakes
But so have I

I didn't want us to be together
But I want us to be able to tell each other anything
I wanted us to become Great friends
But now you are gone

Gone to heaven
Is that the best thing
If so for who
You left millions of people
Heartbroken and sad

Gone to heaven
Must be good for you
No distruction
No evil
All good

I didn't say goodbye
And that is killing me
I didn't say all the things I wanted to
That's tearing me apart

I am going to miss you
But as you leave
Another comes
Maybe he wil be like you

But I would have died for you
I am crying my heart and soul out for you
Praying you know that I loved you

You changed millions of poeple's lives
Including myself
You made me believe
I can too feel the music
The beat is within my heart

Closing my eyes
Picturing you here
Is not the same
Of having you here
With all of us

You left behind
Your family
friends
fans
me

Would you have come back to us all
Or would you wait for us
Until our time comes

But now it's time for us to let you go
People will never forget
How you changed everything
We will miss you forever

But now it's time to say goodbye
So goodbye Michael Jackson

poem by Makayla Straight
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They Did The Best They Could

Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.

But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.

'And...
How many children do you have? '

None.

'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '

No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.

'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '

And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.

'It's never too late you know? '

Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?

'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'

It came to me quickly as a vision.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Friend Of Mine

There would be no friend of mine,
Pretending to be one all the time...
That would talk about me behind my back.

Or use me to convince others at my expense,
By a defending of their own insecurities.
I've gone through that to recognize when it is done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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