Embarrassments Can Be Quickly Erased
If a declaration is made,
Of having amnesia...
'After' a violent act of atrocities,
Against others have been committed...
'That' is acceptable.
In any court where laws are aborted,
Tom distort.
And if one's amnesia can be connected,
To a childhood deprived of attention given...
Senseless attacks upon others are warranted.
No matter how innocent those who are defenseless.
Or a decision one makes,
To premeditate...
A conscious doing that takes place.
'So what is it that you are saying? '
Embarrassments can be quickly erased,
Depending upon...
Who passes the judgement.
And the quality of the statements heard to be taken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amnesia - 6
AMNESIA - 6
esspeecee…22.09.09.
Natural Amnesia
Yields and builds
Huh Hush Sigh
By hoi polloi.
Clothed Amnesia
The drapet
Happy in being
Pseudo oblivious
Keeps in-built feeling
Sailing rowing rafting
Joyriding with
Not river in boat
But boat on river
Cloaking feeling
Zapping showing
Out side smearing
Attire of Amnesia.
With the feeling
Not in the feeling.
With the happening
Not in the happening.
With the grief
Not in the grief.
It is
The thumb rule
Golden rule
Trusted rule
Bottom line rule
To
Plunge in allness
Of Universe
With eternal Bliss.
Glory unto:
Cultured Amnesia
Nurtured Amnesia
Pampered Amnesia
Purported Amnesia
Engineered Amnesia
Self imposed Amnesia [SiA].
Tie, fly-high
With SiAmnesia! !
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Amnesia within amnesia
Of the world left behind
Of people lived with
In a state of amnesia
Does one descend
All that one is aware of
Is the looming loneliness
Contracting and expanding
Not knowing the reason why
For in a state of amnesia
Does one descend
Call it karma
Call it a baggage
The back-pack stuffed
Not knowing what it contains
For in a state of amnesia
Does one descend
Amnesia within amnesia
One lives and fades
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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20% Amnesia
What is your destiny? the police woman said....(20% amnesia)
The word that she wanted was destination i'm afraid (20% amnesia)
This is your future boy, this is your fate (20% amnesia)
And you're obsolete and they can't afford to educate you (20% amnesia)
In his bedtime boot boy jersey
Ringing up some fantasy tart
Give me strength or give me mercy
Life intimidates art
Chorus:
Give me strength or give me mercy
Don't let me lose heart
From rage to anaesthesia
Twenty percent amnesia
Were you passed out on the sofa (20% amnesia)
While justice was bartered by a drunken oaf? (20% amnesia)
This is all your glorious country thinks of your life (20% amnesia)
Stripped jack naked with a stanley knife (20% amnesia)
So the german queen went home again
But she couldn't find forgiveness
They made a fist of her hand of friendship
But it's only business
Chorus
The wine you drink has never seen a grape
And now your sci-fi suit has lost its shape
But its a dangerous game that comedy plays
Sometimes it tells you the truth, sometimes it delays it
Think back, think back if you still can
When the trumpet sounded and the world began
Somebody said "we must have won"
So they started burying the boogeyman
Mister gorbachov came cap in hand (20% amnesia)
From a bankrupt land to a bankrupt land (20% amnesia)
Mister gorbachov and some other fella (20% amnesia)
Were taken to a show called "cinderella" (20% amnesia)
It wasn't an accident, it wasn't a mystery (20% amnesia)
It was calculated and the rest is history (20% amnesia)
You don't have to listen to me
That's the triumph of free will
When there are promises to break
And dreams to kill
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Amnesiac
To amend the rules is sufficient,
But why with amnesia?
Your work is so precious to everyone,
The amity is felt so strongly,
Yet you do not remember us.
Amnesia is all it is, yet you seem to never recall
Or stipulate a fact for the work is so tremendous.
There is an anticipation perhaps of the coming story,
You need an antidote as this is painful.
It’s simply a brass object in the way,
A rash decision is to make,
I am not brash, and I never rattle.
Yet the rasp is heard so well
Of a particular problem.
The mind is suffering, amnesia is the accident,
And what of the partnership?
I find the world now obnoxious,
As this is my observance, when the whole assembly
Is so obsequious and you do not remember us.
I negotiate with the doctors,
And they neglect us as neighbours,
Bewildering us, obfuscating.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Saint Amnesia
Saint Amnesia
Come down from the sky
And help the woman that is about to give birth
In a public washroon of the Arena during a Sunday Afternoon
That seems to be so strange that a woman would give birth to a baby in a public place in the afternoon
Don't you think so Saint Amnesia?
It sounds to me like a soap opera
Don't you think so Saint Amnesia?
But the truth is that life must go on
And when the woman's water breaks it means that the baby will be Born anywhere she is
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Even If I Had Amnesia!
Somebody came to take my moon and stars,
Before the morning dawned.
Somebody planned to hijack all the rays,
Of my day.
But...
I'm not born to be that type of a guy,
To give up what's been routinely mine...
No!
Not ever.
Even if I had amnesia!
Somebody came to take my moon and stars,
Before the morning dawned.
Somebody planned to hijack all the rays,
Of my day.
But...
I'm not born to be that type of a guy,
To give up what's been routinely mine...
No!
Not ever.
Even if I had amnesia!
Oh,
I'm not born to be that type of a guy,
To give up what's been routinely mine...
No!
Not ever.
Even if I had amnesia!
Even if I had amnesia!
Even if I had amnesia!
Even if I had...
Amnesia?
Who IS Amnesia?
And just how many have had it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless Amnesia Comes to Dance
Forgiveness?
I admit...
I can say it.
I suggest to others,
They should do it.
However...
In my heart,
There's a conflict.
I have no problem with,
Forgiving myself.
That took awhile for me to accept,
Doing that!
But the process and the concept?
It seems as though it is expected,
That I should do it...
Regardless of what is said or done.
By those who say they are just having fun!
At 'my' expense!
With a conscious intention directed.
And meant!
Since God knows I still have some things to work out...
I am sure He will forgive IF I am a little reluctant,
To attach the forgetting to that forgiveness!
There are 'some' situations that have happened...
I ain't forgetting, period!
Unless amnesia comes to dance with my awareness.
And I hope that is understood,
By some folks that will always be up to no good!
And somehow...
I want them reminded.
And once again...
I will be the first to forgive myself!
Praying to God for understanding...
That I could not wait for Him to give attention,
To a case that needed a decision made immediately!
With the hopes that the wings awaiting my arrival,
Will not be tainted by my actions!
That's why I am quick to apologize...
Upon delivering a surprise like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Convincing Relentlessness
What's old?
The repeating of excuses.
What's new?
The refusing of repeating anything old.
Stale and molding.
Although what's old is accepted,
By those who redo yesterday to update.
As if no difference has been made,
To replay with embellishment...
That has an approval,
From those who look the other way...
Portraying themselves as victims of amnesia,
With a convincing relentlessness.
Making what's new,
Always within limits as to not to offend...
Anyone seeking the getting of attention!
Or the mentioning of anything,
That yesterday took place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guidelines
Everyone here,
Received the same guidelines.
From the same 'source'.
With not a one amended.
None made decisions,
To retrieve them in a coma.
Conscious,
Everyone had been.
No one made a claim to have had amnesia.
And...
All proceeded,
In the direction of their beliefs.
Who knew,
Concretely.
What would be in store for them?
Some maintained their faith.
With prayers daily they would make.
Struggling through emotional heartache.
But never in doubt,
What their faith was about.
Others struggled,
Through their emotional heartaches.
To curse the air they breathe.
And choosing to rewrite the same guidelines.
Replacing what they did not like...
For something else to appease their appetites.
With a choice to fight with voices heard.
No matter what around them occurred.
With revealing evidence.
Those of truth...
And aware of evidence,
An awakened mind would witness.
Became enriched with peace, love and happiness.
Following the same guidelines,
The others refused to comprehend!
And adhere to as was given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it.
quote by Wole Soyinka
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Land’s Smell
Our mouths go dry
at midnight charter on papyrus leaf.
Are we reverting back to pristine stone reliefs?
How far we will go revolving around eclipse,
stumbling on the phraseology of cosmos?
Man was becoming inferior to beast.
Who will walk on the bones of ancestors
to dig out the truth from scriptures?
The proud cows have become violent –
separating milk from grass in agony.
The perks were increasing the rifles.
Freedom had fled away from the legacies.
The split lips cannot speak coherently.
Terror attacks were reaching there, where
drenched amnesia wants to remember only door bells.
poem by Satish Verma
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Too Focused On My Own Business
If one loves what one does...
Nothing will interfere.
The only thing that can stop this desire,
Is amnesia.
And seldom is that permanent.
However...
If one loves what one does...
Be prepared for that person to at times ignore you.
As if you do not exist.
And be happy if you can with this arrangement.
Since persisting in insisting on something else...
Will find the doer eventually dismissed.
I've heard of this happening,
But I've been too focused on my own business...
To pay what others do any attention at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am waiting for the decision, which is not depending of me, to know if the trial will be in Iraq, in the states, or in international court. Of course, the decision is not mine.
quote by Jacques Verges
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Choosing to Have Amnesia
Believing that an escape,
Eliminates what has chased...
For decades,
To now be ignored to stay,
Left behind where one thinks...
Will remain that way.
To leave one to live a life re-invigorated,
Fresh and rejuvenated.
As if the past has been from one's mind erased.
Is as foolish as choosing to have amnesia.
Even though there are many,
Who do have selective memories.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Many Life Is A Hard Battle
For many life is a hard battle but most rise again after a fall
And from life babies do begin learning long before they learn how to crawl
It would be nice to stay innocent for a lifetime but the innocence of childhood doesn't last
The years seem to go by so quickly and time as we know ticks on fast
'Tis sad to think some children have their innocence from them stolen and are exploited in the worst possible way
That they cannot look back on a happy childhood does seem so sad to have to say
The crimes committed against children are not easy crimes to forgive
Those guilty of such terrible atrocities with their shame must find it hard to live
I consider myself to be lucky my childhood years I did enjoy
Compared to many I feel privileged I did enjoy life as a boy
In the green countryside west of Millstreet where I grew into a young man
I learned about life from my mentors and my enduring love of Nature began
For so many life is a hard battle and they've never known of happy years
And they must live with their haunting memories of their unhappy childhood years.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIV: Disappearance
The one who disappear suddenly:
The amnesia case
The kidnapping crime
The runaway child
The attention seeker
The idealistic rebellion
The sincere swindler
The wanted terrorist
The supernatural creature
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Undo What It Was That Should Have Been
Reform?
Is that similar to rebirth?
Or re-defining what is?
And if that is the case...
Those who now suggest,
A redefining of things to reform...
To do to get things done,
Will need to re-address themselves,
With amnesia.
To undo what it was that should have been,
Those without a conscious intentionally did...
To enable a reform to do that is defined with a doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definite Maybe
Got a letter through the post that says I dont exist.
Apparently the new computer thinks I wont be missed.
We need more facts, perhaps you would find out and forward them.
Theres no proof or trace or date or place or where or when.
Central informations got no news today (today).
Is there a change in my position?
No decision, no decision.
All I ever get is a definite maybe.
Head office thinks Im dead,
But Im not even ill.
How do I get attention,
Tell me who I have to kill.
Is there a change in my condition?
Not today.
The answer comes with repetition,
No decision, no decision.
round and round the circle goes,
Stood in line but the counter was closed.
And when I ask who is responsible,
Nobody knows, try one of those.
All I want is a yes or a no,
(all he wants is a yes or a no).
But all I ever get is a definite maybe.
Tried to make my life a misery,
But they dont want to know,
They dont want to know,
They dont want to know.
And all I ever get is a definite maybe.
No decision, no decision.
Surely there must be a way to open all the doors,
And wade through all the petty bureaucratic little laws.
Frustration everywhere I turn, I just get more and more.
Everyones got problems and theyve heard all mine before.
Oh, Im tired of making endless calls.
(somebody help this poor man.)
Banging my head against the wall.
I walk along an endless corridor,
Then I knock on the door, then I realize
That Ive been there before.
No one here can hear my case.
So all I ever get is a definite maybe.
When they say, no news today, get back in the queue,
What can I do? what can I do? what can I do?
No decision, no decision.
No decision.
All I ever get (no decision) is a definite maybe (no decision).
song performed by by Kinks
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It Was A Decision Made
Everytime I begin to write,
I have an encounter with reality.
Something within me validates with a scrutiny,
What there is I believe I am provoked to say.
As if to preview the doing before it is released.
I am often asked if I like to write.
And I never gave what I've been doing all my life,
That much thought.
I do not premeditate a doing.
It is as natural to me as using the bathroom.
It was not I that decided I would write.
It was a decision made.
It was not I that decided I would be creative.
It was a decision made.
It was not I that decided I was to be born.
But then...
Sometimes I feel a need to debate it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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