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Explored and Treasured

Some of us meet,
With an instant feeling felt...
There is some kind of unspoken history.
An intention sent,
Is recognized as if meant.
A chemistry bonds,
From the heavens and beyond.
And this to us comes...
As if a piece of a puzzle,
Becomes shared from a deck of cards...
That has been dealt!

'I have two aces and two kings! '

~That's not possible.
Is it?
Because I too have two aces,
AND two kings! ~

'What does this mean? '

And what 'does' this mean?
Since we all perceive,
We are here to live lives...
Chronologically spent.
If I feel an energy generating,
I have known before...
Where is that coming from?
When is this going to make some sense?

And...
What is 'IT' that allows,
To open 'that' door?
To be explored and treasured...
Respected and adored.
While most of our experiences,
We accept as lessons taught...
As learning to walk,
Eventually becomes ignored.

~Is The Creator of 'this' experience lived,
Doubling over in laughter?
And wiping from the eyes joyful tears,
That we are caught by surprise.~

'What joke is 'this' experienced?
That 'The One and Only Omnipresent'...
Has us live as if an experiment? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aces & Eights

Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin' pool and he thought he was good
Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said "i'm sorry 'bout your luck"
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Chorus:
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin' to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin' to move to the top
It won't stop cuz the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for
You might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin' with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
(chorus)
You could beat the system you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
(imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for)
Suddenly becomin' everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for? nothing anymore right
How could you live your life uptight?
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel?
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You boucned like a ball and that's how you'll die
(chorus)

song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Aces Eights

Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didnt squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but whats worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said Im sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Chorus:
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didnt wear gloves he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we dont see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now shes underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It wont stop cuz the circle wont let it
Be careful what you wish for
You might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
(chorus)
You could beat the system you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
(imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for)
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now whatd ya live for? nothing anymore right
How could you live your life uptight?
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldnt come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel?
Living life like an open cut that wont heal
Sore at the world and you dont know why
You boucned like a ball and thats how youll die
(chorus)

song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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How To Win At “no Limit Hold-em”

“Shuffle up and deal”, look at your hand
Then scan around, read other players faces
You must project you’re in total command
Confidant! A driver that wins all his races

It looks good, to play the two cards dealt
You choose to call and gently tap the felt
Aces in the hole! You’re never gonna fold
Every move you make must be controlled

Hand has hit, now own sweet time you take
Make ‘em sweat, by riffling your chip stack
Make a big raise, as cold as a rattlesnake
And make it real clear, you’re on the attack

With pocket aces you’ve got them on the run
Be absolutely sure you don’t project a “Tell”
This is a sure way for them to spoil your fun
And turn your blissful win into a living hell

The “flop” you have a “set” of aces!
You fight real hard to remain cool
Now pull up your best social graces
This night you’ll not be made a fool

Alls well, it’s down to “one on one”
It’s you and “the fish” in “heads up play”
You’re plan was to entice “player action”
So don’t allow this big fish to get away

Time to “Shoot the moon” and go “All in”
To take down this hard fought monster pot
After all winning “fair ‘n square” is not a sin
What better time than now to take your shot

You hoped he’d call and now he surely does
You declare “Three aces, don’t they look great? ”
Tables quiet, but the peanut gallery’s abuzz
“Fish” answers, “Sorry pal, I’ve gotta straight”

Alas, no two “Hole-cards” are a “Sure thing”
So always be prepared to pawn your “Bling”

poem by Ray Lucero
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Bewildered By The Process of Progress

I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.

And comprehension for this session,
Is a prerequisite.
Pretentions and anything less than common sense...
Will not reveal the purpose,
As to why something appearing out of reach...
Attracts most and gets immediate attention.

I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.

And I will learn what that lesson is,
Without concern of the consequences.

Something will be exchange to my benefit.
Whether I limp in pain or walk away entertained...
I am going to gain an experience.
And a life lived can not be done without them!

You know...
Those experiences,
We more often get as we grow...
To eventually sit us down acknowledging,
Just how blessed we are!
And in appreciation of what has been accomplished,
As some reminisce bewildered by the process of progress.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aces High

(steve harris)
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high.

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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A genuine Heart enkindle a sacred tears

our eyes, value the essence of forgiveness, the glittering
tears flown like crystal jade lives in our hearts, is a birth
mark of the soul

leave not my heart where my soul begins the journey that
brings my spirit to a wonderful day of my life

a forgiveness shared with the sacredness of my tears comes
from the inner chamber of my heart, will always be in your
soul, that mold you to understand, the meaning of passion

though everything is changing to believe, but a reason to
accept that something is of everything to know that, all is just
a learning process, that every one has to experience this
painful episode

a miles away to reach my destination, but a steps to reach your
heart, the value of tears in my heart, live to begin the worth of
your life in my blameless soul, please take it for its only one,
only for you

my heart has made, the rainbow to remember, the rain that
flows in the turmoil of river, stream out to the ocean of mercy,
you have been there knowing my path to reach my ideal of
what is meant to live with you

what matter most is the tears that i offer, letting you to feel, that
every drops of sacred tears in my heart is a stairway to achieve
my forgiveness and the steps, i make is only.....only for..... you,
my darling

poem by Antonio Liao
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To My Friend

we meet again
and we play this game of cards
we talk about something else
some misfortunes
longings
regrets as you shuffle the cards
for another
game today

we drink
not on the same glass
we do not clink
the edges anymore
like the excitements of
past marriages
the kiss
for the bride
that the guests did ask
the throwing of the bouquet
the biting of the garter
the slicing of the
cake

& the dance and the
merrymaking of the night
till morning

my friend, i have laid all my cards
on the table
no aces, no kings
just the numbers
and i will be losing to you again
but it does not matter

what matters most
is this meeting
of our present
and future

your hands your smile
the comfort of a second home
a life extended for another turn
a hum
a whistle a brush of friendship
that must last
for my lifetime

thank you very much.

poem by Antonio Liao
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Without you

The world sits still without you,
war's day's night's, season's,
without you I'm waiting for
something to do, when I realized
there's nothing, time passes me
by, 'I've always felt that' and
still it feels like there's so much
to do, sometimes I feel like
a little planet, that no one has
yet discovered; without you is
like missing a piece of the sky,
or the ocean, I feel like a puzzle
and the one piece missing is you.
Without you there's no hunger,
no thirst, without you my hands
no longer will write pastoral's to
the night, without you my eyes
will not gaze your charms again.
I cherish sweet love, thy lovely
argument of bloody tears, without
you, I shall even live and your tomb
I'll make, or you survive when I in
earth am dust. Without you- who
shall cry my lost? , without you I will
remain dead. And you still live -such
righteousness in the eyes of one.

poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach

When your child was born
You might have learned certain lessons
As he or she was growing
The child would have been
Teaching lessons
Which you were not learning
From anywhere else
You would have found the lessons
Tough and difficult to absorb
As basics and fundamentals
Language used by the faculty
Methodology of teaching
Were quite different
Most of the time unstructured
Unmindful of your moods
The teacher would have kept you
Loaded with lessons difficult to decipher
The classes were far unique and
Very specially different
From any of the formal institution
Which were preparing you
For making a life
The lessons here aimed at
Making you live fully alive and aware of
Absolute realities
You would agree
Learning these never made you tired
And you were enthusiastically looking for
New lessons to come up
By the time
Your child has grown up
And stopped teaching you any further
Your grand child arrives
Now the lessons turn tougher still
Despite all the experiences in life and living
Your learning is quite difficult now
The teacher is in a great hurry
And often keeps changing
The course of lessons
You find new reasons
For things happening around
And you see yourself
In new enthusiasm
Which you feel will help you live
Longer still
With enough energy, strength and skill
In spite of the fact that
Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Strangers Eyes

All alone, a rainy night
No one around but I fell someone watching me
I look around, the street is bare nobody there
I wonder what it could be
As I turned to walk away
Suddenly I saw his face
Never minding that we were alone
Didnt care about the time, at the moment I was felling fine
I was looking into strangers eyes
(he caught me by surprise)
They looked right through me
(he looking into my eyes)
Never knew
Never, ever thought that love could be
(thats when he came)
He came and captured me
Like a scene out of a dream, I cant believe it
Kind of strange and familiar
But in his eyes I get a sign, I get a feeling
I get the feeling he knows me
Maybe I could stay a while, maybe I could make you smile
I dont have much to do
Maybe we could walk awhile
Maybe, maybe we could talk awhile
Cant help looking into strangers eyes
I was looking into strangers eyes
(he caught me by surprise)
They looked right through me
(he looked into my eyes)
Never knew
Never, ever thought that love could be
(thats when he came)
He came and captured me
How was I to know this would happen
Thought I didnt know I would meet this stranger
Its the kind of thing that dreams are made of
And I keep thinking about strangers eyes
I was looking into strangers eyes
(he caught me by surprise)
They looked right through me
(he looked into my eyes)
Never knew
Never, ever thought that love could be
(thats when he came to me)
He came and captured me

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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What Has Been Denied

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.

People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.

And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.

One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.

And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.

'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '

That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.

'But,
How can you say that? '

I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.

And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?

'No.'

You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Your Eyes Off Of My Treasured Space

Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.

And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
Hopefully with less curiousity...
As to what your decorating additions will be.

There will be none.
I have all the fun I've had,
Doing what you see myself.
And in the doing of it,
Was one of the best experiences I've had!
Enjoyed with no one else.
It was such a selfish joy!

Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.

And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
With an understood appreciation...
How glad I was to have you visit with me.

But you staying here is out of the question!
Although the time together,
Was enjoyable and well spent.
Give my regards to 'old' Broadway.
And other streets on which we played.
Back in the 'day'.!

There is nothing like a peace of mind,
I can find in any room I choose!
The air is fresh and absent of attitudes.
Sometimes just to sit in silence,
Energizes me with motivation.

Give me a call.
Maybe one day we can do lunch.
And exchange more of our fantasies!
While reminiscing as we munch,
And free from any temptation to aggravate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Felt Loneliness Connected

Too weak to weep again.
Or brave new insults made...
Heard before but nonetheless,
Can never replace a life lived dealt...
From a deck selected,
To represent the life I've been given.

There is a felt loneliness connected,
When it is expected one should accept...
Being in a public arena and getting little respect.

There is a felt neglect when one becomes an object.
And becomes subjected to negativity mentioned,
By those claiming to be close...
And those unsuspecting,
Very few come supportive with an emotional boost.

Too weak to weep again.
Or brave new insults made...
Heard before but nonetheless,
Can never replace a life lived dealt...
From a deck selected,
To represent the life I've been given.
But live I do and done at my best.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was taught

As I sit here
thinking about all I was taught
the things we shared
the feeling of your hand will always be felt
on my body
the hunger for your touch
will lie in my heart
your kiss will always linger on my lips

I was taught
I was honored
I was respected
I was treated like an adult
not like a child
that doesn’t know what she’s doing
I will never be able to tell you how much that meant to me
thank you
are all the words my mouth can say

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Rulers

Who are these Kings, Queens and Rulers
that we see?
And what makes them any better than you or me?

Did our God create them to rule over men
and if He did then why, how or when?
No, I say this God I don't perceive.
We have created them. This I believe.
We acquiesed quietly, giving our consent.
My God did not make us to be subservient.

I believe way back in our history's past
something evil occured to make this last.
And so it continues right up to today
and the masses accept it as if it's fair play.
And who are these blue-bloods that conquer and rule?
These are not leaders They are too cruel.

These are the Kings, Queens and Rulers that we see.
And there's not a one of them
made like you or me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)

I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.

I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.

And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!

They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.

My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Feeling For Forgiveness

When tempers flair
harsh words are often said
and sometimes not meant at all.
Only in anger,
are they expressed
and not meant to be said.
We all walk different roads
and have differences of opinion,
but a feeling for forgiveness
must dwell within our lives.
When we meet obstacles,
we must always
live and let live to survive.

4 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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Crossing The Bridge

SHAGGS 2 DOPE (INTRO): Dearest Almighty Creator...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Ive lived on hell of a life, if your to take it tonight, Ive lived the life of a king, but so muck to darken the light/Looking 360 degrees, two hundred thousand disease, how can I lay back and chill, so many down on their knees/But then again who am I, Im just some typical guy, I aint no in hero, I just been wondering why...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Ill never question the book, but lets say I lived by the book, I never ate meat on Tuesdays, how much bigger would my wings look?/I try to pray everyday, but sometimes get lost on the way, I seen the holiest spirit, so muck to miss lead the way/I gave the visions I got, I been told Im gonna rot, inside the devils intestines, Im still here holding my spot, Ive just been wondering why...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?
BREAK DOWN: COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR/WHAT IF ITS A PERGATORY DOOR/COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR/WHAT IF ITS A PERGATORY DOOR/ in take me instead!
CHORUS: I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?/ in take me instead!
CHORUS: I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?/ in take me instead!

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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All The Kings Horses

All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
My heart lies in pieces all over the ground
Whos gonna help me when youre not around
And I know inside me ,that nobody cares
Whatever happens to me
I live my life as a plea
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
I was in love when I sat on my wall
No one could hurt me , no one at all
And I know that somewhere my love walked away
She threw my love to the sky
Nothing to do but to cry
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
All the kings horses , all the kings horses
All the kings horses , all the kings horses

song performed by by Bee Gees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Doubling Back

it'd be nice to hold your hand
as we shifted through this twisted abandon
i would like to think that you know your way
i realize the ropes of rain
well the cats and dogs they love to play
on the handsome fella with the umbrella
who once saved you your day
and i will ask you to open my door from the side
from the inside after you drive
because i wanna stay awake for a little bit longer
that's why
warm the engine compartment up
while i stand here thinking of
but it's a little too early to bury the worries
still this wish is my command
and i wonder, wonder which one of us
is gonna state the obvious
and i wonder if you already know
that i gotta let you go
i know this ain't the way i planned it
i guess i ain't the great romantic
and i'm not doubling back now
no doubling back
doubling back now
well before i catch you complaining that it hardly rains at all
let me stop to lock the top
for fear of it falling off
my eyes were easily arms are scares of where
the war was waged on
words that we heard as a joke
how did it drown our, love
oh love
when it rains it's sure to pour
but when i look in your eyes
i feel i won't see surprise
that i'm not doubling back
i wonder, wonder which one of us
is gonna state the obvious
i wonder if you already know
that i gotta let you go
i know this ain't the way i planned it
i guess i ain't the great romantic
and i'm not doubling back now
no doubling back now (x5)
doubling back now
no turning around now
no going back now

song performed by by Jason Mraz
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