Facts Are Surfacing All Over The Place
Confronting anyone today with facts,
Not thickly coated in enriching sweetness...
Begins in an unending argument!
Oh...
Wait a minute!
That was yesterday.
Today...
Facts are surfacing all over the place.
Creating protests for a return,
Of those yesterdays!
The speed by which truth is being exposed,
Has diluted those minds uncertain to determine...
From which 'reality' to pick and choose.
And 'this' has confused the minds of many.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rapid Is The Information
Rapid is the information.
Too much perhaps,
But the facts are clear...
It is here.
Blurring the minds and fixed visions,
With such speed and precision.
And fearing are those who can not keep up.
With down on their luck blues to sing.
And nerves quickly plucked,
By their own closed and shut inhabitions!
Listening to tired conversations,
Wishing to manifest a redigesting...
Of yesterdays gone,
Is sad to witness and observe...
Such listlessness gone undisturbed,
By a jolt of motivation.
Or something that provokes slow pokes,
To ignite with urgency.
Was that served and deserved?
With an intent to have many feed their gut,
With gluttony.
And not their minds to fine tune,
With the times?
Rapid is the information.
Too much perhaps,
But the facts are clear...
It is here.
Leaving that and those 'tomorrows',
Far behind!
Faster than the batting of an eyelash!
And...
With the thoughts of them,
Easier to put off...'then'!
With the best of procrastination skills,
Many have adopted as professions.
But the facts are clear...
Whatever is here and experienced right now,
Is on the move.
It has 'already' gone!
And anyone desiring to torment themselves,
Because of it...
Will find they are not alone!
Others also made decisions to deny their dreams!
With hopes that tomorrow would do for them,
What today did not...
Do for them!
And just like all of those yesterdays they 'lived'...
Moaning and groaning,
To find excuses not to do it!
And to find that just as rewarding,
As the discovery of fresh complaints...
Is a waste of time to address.
These folks...
Are not the 'Oh! -I've-got-it-now' kind.
Rapid is the information.
Too much perhaps,
But the facts are clear...
It is here.
To distribute to those who receive it.
And not here to give attention,
To those who don't!
And THAT is 'thee' reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty today, Ugly tomorrow
Beauty and ugliness everywhere
Beauty in the eyes and mind of the admirer
Ugliness in the eyes and mind of the hater
Transformational reconstruction everywhere,
Driven by muscle and led by mind,
Tomorrow's eyes do not see the same as Yesterday's
Beauty today, ugly tomorrow
No guarantee beauty today will be beauty tomorrow
No guarantee ugliness today will be ugliness tomorrow
No guarantee structures standing today will be standing tomorrow
The world is beautiful by mankind
Man is forever in the chase of dirt
Today I live on my terms, tomorrow I watch and smile or cry
Today may look like tomorrow if wishes were horses
Tomorrow is uncertain
Everything in it is uncertain
Our wish ends in our hearts and minds
Our wish is castles in the air except today,
It is imaginary with no contract for reality
The brain is jelly in the minds of progeny
Our wish is noble in our minds,
Our wish is liquid in the minds of progeny
Today's life is dirt and gold like tomorrow it will be,
Today, tomorrow, yesterday, life is the same,
One purpose for living but different states, tastes and times,
Change is forever rolling by, spicing up states, tastes and times,
A turning wheel with no end
Milestones flashing past, no distance covered,
February 2012
Niki Nkuna
poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna
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Back To The Facts
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
And it's...
Back to the facts.
Back to unpack those facts,
Packed.
Back to the facts!
To dust them off and stack them tall.
Back to the facts...
To unwrap and stack.
Medieval evils,
No longer can be forced on people.
Walls are falling.
And used as steps for those who crawl.
To see life without limits,
With a higher consciousness.
And it's...
Back to the facts.
Back to unpack those facts,
Packed.
Back to the facts!
To dust them off and stack them tall.
Back to the facts...
To unwrap and stack.
Medieval evils,
From minds the chains are gone...
To keep the people,
From a...
Bouncing off the walls.
Medieval evils,
From minds the chains are gone...
To keep the people,
From a...
Bouncing off the walls.
And it's...
Back to the facts.
Back to unpack those facts,
Packed.
Back to the facts!
To dust them off and stack them tall.
Back to the facts...
To unwrap and stack.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today...Tomorrow...Yesterday
Yesterdays...yesterday, oh how I yearn for
yesterday. Today, is the tomorrow we thought
about yesterday.
Today, hold close to you,
those who you love, for in the cover of darkness,
'today', will slip quietly and forever, into
yesterday.
Fill your 'today's' with the goodness
within you and your memories of yesterdays,
will be your salvation tomorrow.
Tribute to The Garcia Family
Today your life begins all over again,
Today you have the opportunity to be happy in it,
Today you shall experience love, and feel the warmth
Of everyone who loves you more than yesterday.
Today you can choose what to carry with you and what
To leave behind.
Today you have to live your life as you know best.
For today is Golden as today is here, and you are here
To give and accept the love that is deserving.
Today is the culmination of every day past and future too,
For it will be what ever you decide to make it do,
Therefore know the truth, that there is someone out there
That is thinking and loving you.
poem by Charles Garcia
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Today - the Yesterday of Tomorrow
today is the yesterday
of tomorrow
today is also the tomorrow
of yesterday
yesterday was the today
of the then tomorrow
tomorrow which is the now today
is the tomorrow of yesterday
what is yesterday's yesterday?
what is the today of today?
what will be the tomorrow of tomorrow?
yesterday made today
today is creating tomorrow
the now today will be the
yesterday of the incoming tomorrow
and that tomorrow will become today
but tomorrow is yet unknown
for there is no today without yesterday
and no yesterday without today
but tomorrow will be unknown
from wired thoughts
marchanism.com
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Tomorrow I’ll Be Stronger
Today I stand and ideate
Of the tomorrow I intend to create
With hopes and dreams, a joyful state
Cos today, I have been asked to wait
Today I work toward a tomorrow
Devoid of sadness and sorrow
Where joy can be found flourishing
And life completely enriching
Today I fight my phobias
My sadness and despair
And look toward a bright future
That tomorrow’s going to share
Today I stand in guilt,
For the mistakes I have committed
But work with all my heart to fix
The priorities I just omitted
Today is still a reality,
That’s staring in my face
Telling me of all the things I miss
Of all the things I chase
Today works on my feelings
My weakest points, exposed
But they’ll still exist tomorrow
Just taken care of and closed
Today might get the better of me,
But that’s a small price pay
Cos tomorrow I’ll be stronger still
And make that better way, stay
So bear with me for today,
In case I stumble or fall
To seem me rise again much stronger,
Wait till tomorrow before you call.
poem by Vijay Jacob
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That was yesterday
That was yesterday
Someone asked me
If I had fallen astray in any particular way
I replied, ’ That was yesterday, not today’
Yesterday
I took the sunshine without making any hay
Yesterday
I allowed all my silver white teeth to decay
Yesterday
I partied and played each and every other day
Yesterday
I made friends and became the traitor who betrayed
Yesterday
I worked hard without getting my rightful pay
Yesterday
I only listened to whatever others had to say
Yesterday
I was always sad and never wore a face jubilantly gay
That was yesterday
Today is today
Yesterday I fell astray
I think it was almost every other day
But that changed in the month of May
As I got down on my knees to pray
Yesterday, Yesterday is gone
I’m free
I’m free
From yesterdays race
I’m back home in my rightful place
Life is work and not just play
Those answers came without delay
Yes but! That was yesterday, not today
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Today....is
Today, today and today was like today, a remeberance of today won't feel like yesterday or it won't feel like tommorow but it feels like today and it will always feel like today no yesterday or tommorow will change today, oh today taking out days away like yesterday that's what today means it means no tommorow it means no yesterdays I will not dare to relive my past but stay in the present...stay in today that's what I want to do.......bc today is, and today was the day that I....yes I made a difference........L/S
poem by Luisa Sanchez
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Today is better than Yesterday
Yesterday
Yesterday, I was running with to feet
Yesterday, I was playing with kids
Yesterday, I was kicking the ball
Yesterday, I had it all, all was mine.
Yesterday, I was growing well,
Yesterday, I had it all undercover
Yesterday was my day
Yesterday, my days were
Yesterday, I had a lover, ‘true lover’
Yesterday, promises were made
Yesterday, promises were not kept
Yesterday, I was happy.
Yesterday, I gave him everything
Yesterday, I sacrificed everything
Yesterday, I was a fool
Yesterday, I was dying
Today
Today, I am lying in bed
Today, I am watching hopeless kids
Today, I can hardly move
Today, everything is falling
Today, I am dying in bed
Today, it is all wrong
Today, is not my day
Today, my days are not
Today, I have no one
Today, promises are broken
Today, promises are not
Today, I have no hope
Today, I long for myself
Today, I cry over spilled milk
Today, I am wise
Today, I live
Whatever happened yesterday is not
Whatever was, is not
Whatever was broken can be fixed
Whatever wound are, can be healed
Just need the Perfect Healer
Jesus I know you are! ! !
poem by Sbonelo C Ngcobo
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Today life Begins
Today you're life begins all over again
Today, you have the opportunity to be happy in it.
Today you shall experience love, and feel the warmth
of one who loves you, more than yesterday.
Today you can choose, what to carry with you,
what to leave behind.
Today you have to live your life as you
know best, best be lived, as today is golden;
today is here, and you are here, to keep this love
of mine flowing. Today is the culmination of every
day past and future: it will be what ever you decide
to make it. I hope that I am in your thoughts, to
bring this about therefore, know the truth:
that there is someone out there who loves you too!
charles garcia
2004
poem by Charles Garcia
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Unable To Keep From Looking Back
Unable to face facts...
Is an unfortunate mindset to have,
When all foundations of the past...
Are being revealed to have cracks.
Every question one can ask,
Can today be traced to the truth.
And every denial one offers back,
Slips from a validity needlessly pursued.
The few amongst the many,
Feeling to be at peace with themselves...
Without the need for traps,
Also have a need to isolate from those...
Who stubbornly refuse,
To accept with belief these times we are at.
Unable to face facts.
Unable to keep from looking back.
Unable to shake away hours from a yesterday.
And...
Unable to say a grip held tightly,
Begins to fade and to drift away...
From one's existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transfixed With Beliefs Of Entitlements
They had once hated Shakespeare.
Now they grace his depictions of 'royal' dysfunctions...
As if he is revered.
And he is.
Using men dressed as women,
And poking jokes at the pretentious folks.
A banned Shakespeare...
Stayed committed to what he wrote.
Einstein wasn't embraced as a genius at first.
He was too brilliant, too wise.
And his mind was not limited.
It was in the stars and beyond in this Universe.
And 'whomever' it was to discover the Earth,
Was round and not flat...
Shut a lot of stunned mouths,
Beginning to realize that from undenied facts.
And here we are today,
Minds depleted of truth.
Minds easily deceived...
By appearances and deceit.
Keeping those deluded has begun to fade away.
As those transfixed with beliefs of entitlements...
Are realizing their values and standards,
Have been financed by those who had been patient.
Now that patience has made demands for them to pay.
~May we have your undivided attention, please.
Those who believed what was yours to keep...
They have been on loan just like the land you believe you own.
Scratch your heads or scratch your backs!
However you accept what is stated...
Facts are the facts and there is no erasing that.
We...
Collectively,
Are not here to prolong your perceptions of truth.
Feel free to learn everything and anything about us,
As you wish.
We intend to extend our visit with a smooth transition.
And ensure an enduring working relationship.
THAT we guarantee 'and' promise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manicured And Stretched Out Hands
A repeating of facts,
Continues to drone on the deaf ears...
Of those not interested,
For what appears to be for them...
Constant badgering delivered with critique.
People have grown accustomed to their laziness.
No matter how constructive the truth,
Many prefer their realities diluted.
And the ones who can present the best arguments,
For reasons to ignore any mention of discomfort...
May gain an attention given to be followed by complaints.
Those familiar with receiving just hugs and kisses,
Are always heard to wish for those times they reminisce.
When offerings of escapades were theirs in abundance.
But today with protests and persistent demands,
Even the basic entitlements once given are slowly fading away.
With or without those manicured and stretched out hands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People don't ask for facts in making up their minds. They would rather have one good, soul-satisfying emotion than a dozen facts.
quote by Robert Keith Leavitt
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That Was Yesterday
I thought I knew you well
But all this time I could never tell
I let you get away
Haunts me every night and every day
You were the only one
The only friend that I counted on
How could I watch you walk away
Id give anything to have you here today
But now I stand alone with my pride
And dream that youre still by my side
But that was yesterday
I had the world in my hands
But its not the end of my world
Just a slight change of plans
That was yesterday
But today life goes on
No more hiding in yesterday
cause yesterdays gone
Love, my love I gave it all
Thought I saw the light
When I heard you call
Life that we both could share
Has deserted me
Left me in despair
But now I stand alone with my pride
Fighting back the tears I never let myself cry
But that was yesterday
Love was torn from my hands
But its not the end of my world
Just a little hard to understand
That was yesterday
But today life goes on
You wont find me in yesterdays world
Now yesterdays gone
Goodbye yesterday
Now its over and done
Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart
Yesterday will live on
song performed by by Foreigner
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Seduced to Feed Upon Beliefs
I keep reminding myself...
people are where they are in their minds.
In a comfort that appeases.
And seduced to feed,
Upon beliefs that increases...
A conformity released.
And that conformity 'is' their reality.
Regardless if that mindset has been created,
To control and confine the minds of its own kind!
It is its own creation.
And that...
Once upon a time,
Was a successful process.
One declaring itself 'divine'.
But today...
There is a truth of our existence that prevails.
With a persistence that knocks down false walls!
And people have become confused.
Unaccepting of this action taking place.
Although they pray to 'God'
For an understanding they approve.
Many self righteous have become offended,
By what has been revealed to them.
And faces reflecting their blemishes...
Are rejected.
And they pay the cost,
Not to be recognized outside.
But 'inside' can be found those souls that suffer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power Of The Media
Flying through the airwaves
Living through the printed word
Flasher in the living room
Guru of the seen and heard
Who decides what we get to hear
Fuzzy round the edges or making it clear
Blinding us with those facts
Chorus
The power of the media will make up our minds
The power of the media will take down our minds
Written on the black and white page
We cant believe what we read
Tarting up reality has become the new rage
Who said the truth is stranger than fiction
A few white lies for a nice little sensation
Buy up a paper you can influence the nation
Little box in the corner
A picture worth a thousand words
But who chooses which pictures we see
Who decides on the commentary
Keeping people in a state of confusion
Theres a thin line between facts and illusion
Diverting our attention from big brother in the city
When will we get to the real nitty gritty
song performed by by Howard Jones
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To Die Here Today
One last fragrance to linger,
And share the memories from its own being.
For yesterday was a different day,
And today is today.
Deny,
Deny,
Deny,
But today is a new day.
One last curtailing lie,
Just to say we're lacking,
The words to say anything at all.
A lie to say our minds stopped racing,
From the moment before.
Unemotionally attached,
Then why are we still shaking?
We could whisper
But perhaps you would miss the subtlety,
That's met in absence.
Aren't you tired of waiting for one day?
What's wrong with today?
It's the same as any other day.
Deny,
Deny,
Deny,
Keep the secrets to yourself,
And keep your language.
For Today is today,
And we could die here today,
But in some ways we're not finished.
poem by Daniel Yetman
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