Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Wake Up
You like snow but only if it's warm
You like rain but only if it's dry
No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
You like pain but only if it doesn't hurt too much
And you sit...and you wait...to receive
There's an abvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in your life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistance
Could make you try tonight
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you to you to you to you to you...
There's no love no money no thrill anymore
There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands
There's an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand
But it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Pass or Fail?
Why is it easier to be arrogant?
Why is it easier to be cruel?
Why is it easier to be evil?
Why is it easier to hurt?
Why is it easier to an asshole?
Why is it easier to victimize?
Why is it easier to abuse?
Why is it easier to use?
Why is it easier to be greedy?
Why is it easier to be selfish?
Why is it easier to be self centered?
Why is it easier to steal?
Why is it easier to manipulate?
Why is it easier to lie?
My thoughts is it is a test to all man kind
Did you pass or fail?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Complete Turnaround
Doesn't it become increasingly easier,
To berate instead of participate...
In correcting that which has taken place,
In a devastated society.
Doesn't it become such a relief to criticize,
And despise from the sidelines...
With an agenda to deface those of purpose and dignity.
While provoking others with sensibilities,
Similar to those we keep.
To sit and pass judgements...
And do nothing else,
But to attack others when and where we so please.
And do this as if a deed.
Even unconsciously as we sleep.
As if directed.
Doesn't it become increasingly easier,
To identify folks like these?
'Yeah it does,
'Cause I aint nuthin' like that! '
Doesn't it become a fact of life,
To have some people portrayed...
As lazy, shiftless fools?
'Huh?
Whatchu sayin'? '
Doesn't it seem those that do this to others,
Appear insecure with something to prove?
'Don't get too deep with me,
Okay?
Please don't do that.'
If you and I were better than others...
Would we need to announce this continually?
And do that with attitude?
On a daily basis?
Would we need to remind others around us...
Who is depicted as a 'minority'?
And who deserves to steal and cheat...
Deceiving those 'we' perceive WE can defeat!
Because 'We' declare ourselves the majority.
Taking and receiving desrespectfully,
And selfishly.
'You stay alone a lot, huh? '
And what is that suppose to mean?
'It's just noticeable.
My cousin use to be a writer too.
Then something happened to him in prison.
And overnight it seems he got into the ministry! .'
We all need not to undergo severe pain,
Or suffer undo sacrifice to give up that which we enjoy.
'He enjoyed whatever happened to him in prison,
That's why he decided upon the ministry.'
So he did a complete turnaround?
From what I understand by what he tells me...
This was done several times.
'Several times? '
Yes...
Before he made up his mind,
To leave behind temptations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
Submitted by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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You Can't Make What Doesn't Work
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
I want to say that,
You can't make what doesn't work...
For me exist.
When my happiness,
Doesn't depend on it.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I stood...
Up on my own two feet.
No you can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If with a faith I took risks,
And decided that my own life I would live.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I got to stand up..
On my own two feet.
Oh...
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is a waste of effort.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is to me a disservice.
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The Sun Doesn't Shine Forever
At the end of the rainbow, found each other there
Strange we never thought the colors would fade
Be easy to walk, but it's much harder to stay
Why, oh why are we reckless today
You and I, got to hold on together, cause in this life
Maybe the sun doesn't shine forever
Could say I'm sorry, but theres no one to blame
Anger seems to dissolve into tears
Been so many good times, not only despair
Somehow we'll find the love we can share
You and I, got to hold on together
Cause in this life, maybe the sun doesn't shine forever
You and I, make this life for each other
Cause I believe we've got enough for when the sun doesn't shine
You and I, got to hold on together
Cause in this life, maybe the sun doesn't shine forever
song performed by by Duran Duran
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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From The Root
How difficult is it,
For someone to pick from a selection of rocks...
To take one to wash and keep?
Would that same person have the patience,
Or time to give...
To observe all rocks be created,
To then allow that selection to take place?
That's how easy it has become,
For those to pass their judgements done.
When all they have to do is choose to do it.
With an excusing of themselves from everything else,
That connects to the development of the process.
Doesn't life seem easier to live,
When one's hands are not accustomed...
To being involved with the making of things work?
From the root to watch with a patience,
The direction towards which they may grow.
Or have that focused as their main curiosity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why?
Very harsh and sometimes unfair, a distant God who truly doesn’t care,
These words used, sometimes describe, the God, who for all men died.
Used most by men who know not Him, people still steeped deep in sin,
With darkened minds, they can’t see, the love God has for you and me.
Many today, see this world going awry, and in their heart grumble why?
Why does a God know to be love, allow such evil from Heaven Above?
Why does He allow evil to exist, while existing above in Heavenly bliss?
Why doesn’t He stop all evil now, and rid all of the darkness somehow?
Many people today have much to say, about all the darkness in our day,
However, they have no reverent fear, of The Eternal God, who is so near.
Many people do not know my Lord, and Truth He revealed goes ignored,
Blaming all the darkness on the One, who sent us Light through His Son.
As men continue to reject His Grace, this world becomes a darker place,
And all that darkness continues on, through the evil which Satan spawns.
Many are blinded by Satan’s deceit, as he is leading a world into defeat,
This, as Satan knows full and well, that he is guiding souls right into Hell.
And they continue to question God, while they’re still on this earthly sod,
While never looking at their own sin, or questioning their own heart within,
Asking them self, while in this life, do they them self, need Jesus Christ?
As God’s question will be to everyone, why didn’t you listen to my Son?
(Copyright ©01/2008)
How Many Questions Our Life Arise
Not looking at anybody doesn't mean not to see,
To do the things you like doesn't mean to be free.
To be at the very verge of life doesn't mean to die.
And standing on the ground doesn't mean not to fly.
And how much to pepper so that all could be well?
And how much to sugar to sweeten the hell?
To live a normal life doesn't mean not to dream.
But how long to wait realizing that dream?
How loudly shout to suppress a whisper?
What questions to ask to recognize a twister?
Do not forgiving offense is not to keep the evil,
A beautiful appearance can hide the devil.
Not screaming with pain, doesn't mean not to suffer.
To be deceived, does not mean to be a duffer.
How cool to be to avoid the passion?
And how sensitive to be to see the affection?
Many questions in our tough life arise.
The answers are found if you are enough wise.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If Tomorrow Doesn’t Come, Please Remember
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget all the fights
But please remember my face.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the name calling
But please remember the smiles.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the down times
But please remember our laughter together.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the lonely nights crying
But please remember the many hugs after those nights.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the yelling
But please remember the good talks after.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please remember how much I care about you
Even though I don’t show it.
Please remember how much of an impact you have on my life.
Even though I don’t help you to acknowledge it.
Please remember how much I love you
Even though we fight more than we talk to each other.
Please remember that you are apart of what I am today
Even though I don’t ever say anything.
Please remember that I always care about you
Even though I am always in your business or your life too much than usual.
Please remember to smile if tomorrow doesn’t come
Please remember that I tried to make something out of your life and mine too.
Please remember my laughter
Please remember that I think of you everyday
Even though I don’t make contact with you.
So if tomorrow never comes
Please remember the good times more than the bad
Please remember to make the best of life and never be too sad.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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Sometimes I wish that there were a way to let people know that just because I live in a world without rules, and in a life that is lawless, doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt so bad the morning after.
quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXI: It doesn't mean any harm
It may be provocative
It may be disturbing
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be rough
It may be emotional
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be wild
It may be rebellious
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may go unplanned
It may look careless
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a nuisance
It may be a mistake
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a mess
It may be complicated
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be slow progress
It may test the patience
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a hard blow
It may shake the faith
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be cursed
It may be judged cruel
But it doesn't mean any harm
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Ya Tvoya Ne Pervaya
hello...
hello...
do you see wind?
so what?
just look at the window.
so what?
it was sun yesterday
so what?
why are you always saying the same thing?
i am-answering machine.
Just to calm down,
silence is gold,
radio insomnia,
station parting.
who will get who,
coins will show?
who will be left to who,
by nerves, pills?
behind the windows at night
(she) will yell and break,
this doesn't count, this doesn't count.
(she is) faithful, not faithful,
i am not your first,
you are my sudden.
(you)show, show, show, show,
show, show me love.
(you) show, show, show, show
why, why am i with you.
(you)show, show, show,show
show, show me love.
(you)show, show, show, show
why, why am i with you.
i guess (someone) will refuse,
easier not to meet (not to introduce ourselves to each other)
who of us will refuse,
just to calm down.
girls like girls,
and then- sleepwalkers.
Numbers and narrows,
Chocolate bars, wrappings.
(she)will hide, cry,
will, say, scare.
this doesn't count
i am not your first
you are my sudden.
(you)show, show, show, show,
show, show me love.
(you)show, show, show, show,
why, why am i with you.
(you)show, show, show, show,
show, show me love.
(you)show, show, show,show,
why, why am i with you.
show, show me love.....
show me love......
song performed by by Tatu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your success story is a bigger story than whatever you're trying to say on stage. Success makes life easier. It doesn't make living easier.
quote by Bruce Springsteen
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Sense Defect
Though I can not see, it doesn’t mean I can not listen
Though I can not hear, it doesn’t mean I can not scent
Though I can not smell, it doesn’t mean I can not savor
Though I can not taste, it doesn’t mean I can not appreciate
Though I can not feel, it doesn’t mean I can not watch
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Why are butterflies free?
A butterfly goes thru one of lives greatest metamorphoses.
It starts its life as a caterpillar going thru life eating and waiting for that moment to begging its life’s journey. It cocoons itself until it is ready for its last steps in life.
Spring forth from its cocoon, it frees itself and flies off into the light. It is its begging and ending all at the same time.
It doesn’t care about what the future brings
It doesn’t care about lesser things
It doesn’t care about the rain
It doesn’t care about the pain
It doesn’t care about where it belongs
It doesn’t care about a silly love songs
It doesn’t care about right or wrong
It doesn’t care about the road being to long
It doesn’t care if the sun sets in the east
It doesn’t care about war and piece
It doesn’t care about the world in helter skelter
It doesn’t care about a warm shelter
It has no idea about mass destruction
For that takes too much contemplation
For politics it has no reaction
It needs no constitution
Just being is its satisfaction
It looks to no one for absolution
No homeland for repatriation
It has no skin for condemnation
It has no time for recreation
It has no room for damnation
A butterfly lives its life like there is no tomorrow
For a butterfly there is no tomorrow
A butterfly just wonders the earth sapping up life as it goes by
It owes nothing to anyone
Fly butterfly, fly and be free
Be free to be free
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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It Really Doesn't Matter
You say your ugly, i say it doesn't matter.
You say you have a dark past,
i say it doesn't matter.
You say theirs overwhelming responsibility,
i say it doesn't matter.
I don't believe in walking away when things get hard.
In fact they are my spark to continue my march.
Through thick and thin where to begin.
You say you don't have a way.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say that you cant give back what you would like.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say, you say oh it really doesn't matter,
I live one day at a time.
Choices will be made that will save the day
but hurt me financially.
It doesn't matter Choice will be made
that will set me back in my expectations.
It doesn't matter,
It really doesn't matter.
Its well worth it.
To see the beauty that
you have placed before me.
Oh how its worth it.
To settle down and not be looking to be found.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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