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Freed By A Clarity

Some live to impress...
While others live to express.
Those digesting that which is confessed,
Find themselves on paths paved with concrete!
Although the way ahead may be dusty...
A trust isn't kicked away,
Once frustrations have been freed
By a clarity that stays,
On a journey taken...
With a confidence that has a purpose,
And a determination that does not stray!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Star Journeys: Accelerando

And if, in our onward Journey...
Universes of thought, decision
Leave us behind...
They will be heeded by those
Ahead of us...

And if, in our onward Journey...
We do not see those
Ahead of us...
Know they leave paths
For us to follow...

And so, in our onward Journey...
Know that those who have
Gone before us...
Have left Star-Glow
To Light our way...
Star-Dust paths
For our weary feet...
The arms of Eternity
To hold us a short while...

Then, set us on the next part of
Our Journey.

poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Present Stage

To be noticed would be a journey
To let people in would be, too
To scrape my knee on concrete
To feel their love would be sweet

To be noticed would be a journey
To have some support
To know that people love me
Without getting hurt

To be noticed would be a journey
To be me, so someone would see
To have a person to turn to
In my time of need

To express myself
Withtout pain running deep
He took my trust away
Without trust, I can not see

To have trust again would be a journey
To feel loved again would be and adventure
But 'would' sometimes never comes true
Even if they see your pain
Maybe someday I'll trust again

Let people in
Have some support
Without getting hurt
Feel the love
To be me
Having somone to turn to
In time of need

poem by Chatara Conway
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My Seach For Beauty Begins Here...

I live in a concrete jungle but i do not crib
My search for beauty begins here
I find symmetry in the neatly twined wires
laid ready to take on the concrete
I find perfect synchronised harmony
in the working of the road layers
who can do their 'do' in a jiffy
I find empathy in the action of the worker
who places a plank over a pit
enabling us to cross
I find god's grace in the babies
that survive in the rubble
its here we live and i choose to love it!

poem by Ratnaprabha Raykar
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In Times Ahead

There’s a day ahead for all of us, but not all say “In God we Trust”,
Many today simply forge ahead, relying fully on one’s self instead.
But as believers, we’ve received, a new path in life as we believed,
Paved to Glory in the Spirit of Christ, taking us all into Eternal Life.

While others truly may not know, where in life their pathway will go,
Not knowing that any day or hour, all may falter, in their own power.
Whereas believers not only know, at their end of life where they go,
They have God’s presence through, everything that they seek to do.

Unbelievers may survive down here; however a time is drawing near,
When they will take that last breath, passing from this life into death.
We survive and much much more, knowing we have Heaven in store,
Guided on earth by God’s Grace, as members of His Heavenly race.

If unbelievers in life reach a bend, they cannot face or comprehend,
They’re forced to choose on their own, making that choice all alone.
On a path of winds and bends, God gives strength to all He sends,
Along the pilgrim journey down here, knowing that He’s always near.

Joy is given to those on earth, who come to God through New Birth,
So why would one just merely live, when God has New Life to give?
A life knowing you will never die, but, be transported above the sky,
To live eternally with everyone, who receives salvation in God’s Son.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Live

Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!

song performed by by Zug Izland
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Trust Trust

Trust trust many have found
Trust trust no where around
Trust trust is what many say
Trust trust here i lay
Trust trust in my ear
Trust trust i cant find you my dear

Trust trust is hard to find
Trust trust are you apart of mankind
Trust trust im calling to you
Trust trust please give me a clue
Trust trust i need my love
Trust trust she came from up above

Trust trust what do i do
Trust trust do i believe my boo
Trust trust am i right
Trust trust please show me the light
Trust trust your driving me crazy
Trust trust your just to hazy

Trust trust i will find you
Trust trust i will never find anew
Trust trust help me out
Trust trust cause with this love i dont want to wipeout
Trust trust sarah's is my heart
Trust trust she's a beauty of art

poem by Cody Fortner
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Destiny Leads The Way

All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
We make our own decisions and for our mistakes we pay
Yet in the course of our destiny we do not have a say
From the moment we are born our pathways through life are paved
And the destinies of our life's journeys in our souls are engraved
Though many will tell you differently they say our life's journey is our own choice
But destiny the silent one never does heed advice
And even those who do not believe in it follow it every day
Where-ever their journeys take them to destiny leads the way
And whether you travel far from home or live in your own country-side
Destiny of seven letters your life's journey decide.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Wonder and Fear

Many, including I, often fear the future.

We fear life - because it's not concrete - because we cannot, and will not, learn it's mysteries.

Because nothing is certain.

And those who prosper - can thank only luck

How can one keep the good in mind? - they ask

I ripped a page out of Whitman, so that no matter where I went, I would always remember to celebrate myself.

For our atoms would keep each other company.

How can one overcome mortality whence the fall begins? - they ask

I don't think of it as falling, so much as flying.

But heavy thoughts - make me heavy.

What if history forgets us - they ask - How can one live forever?

Just as history repeats itself, so are we repeated - by embodiment - and inspiration. What inhumanity was mustard gas - was napalm - is now, atoms and pestilence and lasers.

They - as well as we - inspire - and embody - and live on.

Live on - to destroy. A purpose.

What purpose can there be in such chaos - that is the world? - they ask

Often I walk the road first - and find out after, where it leads.

poem by C.S. Smith
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How Could I?

Memories and silence fills each room
Overwhelming heavy as the tidal waves consume
Buried underneath the dust & gloom
Relics are reminders of my family of two
Pictures of a happy bride and groom
Ferry rides around the harbor on our honeymoon
Wedding gifts of pots and pans
Sleeping while were holding hands
As gracie lays upon us as we spoon
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be
So now we live in fear of the unknown
Insecure and skepticle her trust in me was blown
Despite the past we face we both have grown
Through the pain to find the strength together or alone
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be

song performed by by Oleander
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Like No Tomorrow

It's time to live life like there's no tomorrow
Time to forget all the sorrow
Move on and trust
Do not put your faith in that which may rust
Or which moth may devour
Or things that go sour
Instead live your life without that doubt and disbelief
Throw away your grief
Make the most of that day
So that you won't have to say
I wish I would've done better, because you'll have done your best
And shrugged off the worry about the rest
But how does one achieve such peace and rest?
Put your trust in
The One who takes away sin
The only and true God, who gives such peace and joy
The one who gives a purpose and more than that... one you will enjoy
A purpose that is fulfilling
Just be willing
For once humble yourself and have faith, and live your life
Like there's no tomorrow
Because one day there really won't be, face it with no strife
And no fear, although the way is narrow
There is One with the power to pull you through
Who makes all things new
Be ready for that tomorrow where there is none
Live like there's no tomorrow because tomorrow there is no tomorrow
my son.

poem by David Knox
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Live, Love, Trust

Live for what you love
Love what you trust
Trust what you live for

Live for what you trust
Trust what you love
Love the way you live

Live your life to the point of no return
Love the world for what it's worth
Trust those closest to your heart

poem by Hannah McGill
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I have purpose

I have purpose
I will face the road ahead
It’s my chance
I don’t have time to worry
I have a purpose
I will not express regret
If I go back now
Everything I do will be useless
I have a purpose
There’s schedule I must complete
My head is clear
I will not stop before I reach

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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On A Daily Basis

I am often humbled,
By those expressions made
Regarding my thoughts...
With any impressions,
They have laid to stay in minds.
I find I am fascinated.

Whether appreciated or not,
I have to stop sometimes to wonder.

This I've been doing for such a while now.
And I try to maintain a comprehension about life,
With curiosity.
And that isn't easy to express at times.
Especially when my feelings,
Are not heightened by a respect I should let show.
Finding a pinch given gets more attention,
Than a peck on the cheek with cheesiness.
And I ain't that kind of a writer.

And I've been attacked for being black.
Not because I express that!
But...
Because my comments offend,
Those pretending I should not notice bigotry displayed.
Or that I have not been in contact with racism.

I am aware of Disneyland but I've never been.
I can only elaborate on my own personal encounters.
Especially regarding my own life.
With obstacles, strife and tribulations.

Like others who write and many who do not,
There are things I dislike.

There are aches and pains and sufferings I've gained,
From this experience.
But...
Do I choose to dwell on them?
Sure I do.
When it feels good to do it!
But what purpose is being achieved?
A bonding with agony?
Please.

I was in the military,
With guys who bragged about their wounds.
And displayed scars like badges.
On the regular.

So many people carry and share their frustrations.
As if life is an experience only known to a few who live it!
And I've learned life is to be enjoyed!
With as much happiness one allows.
And I say allow!
Since so many choose not to do that!
Many have chosen to be victims.
Listen to them.
This is not denied.

When I discovered peace of mind...
I did not realize I had to pay for it!
Yes!
It ain't free.
And I did with tears, heartache...
And emotional investments!
With lost dignity too.
I held onto my identity.
I knew early it was precious.

One day my faith awakened me with sunlight so bright!
And nature awaiting my acceptance to share it.
I felt at one with the Earth.

I felt I had to thank it
For allowing me to leech upon its goodness.
And not to my surprise the Earth complied.
I expressed a gratefulness to God,
For all the gifts I received that came unwrapped.
I felt a release from entrapments.

And I rid myself of limitations.
Knowing if I was to be ignorant about anything...
Affecting my experience.
There was a lot of misunderstanding I refused to admit.
I had to let that go.
It showed on my face too much.

Today I choose to be naive.
About many things.
With a clarity that there is so much I'd like to learn.
On a daily basis.

I choose to have my life to live it.
Carrying around bitterness is such a waste of time.
Especially when time, as we know it...
IS for the most part,
A human illusion!
Made to market and appease frustrations.
And shopping can frustrate more than constipation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey Through

Journey through
Live anew
Climb the hill
Win, have the will
Highs and lows
Confidence grows
Goals are set
Aspirations are met
There you are
Come so far
Dreams come true
Journey through

poem by Rose Angel H
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Faithful To Their 'Things

Raw and sugarless...
That's the reality,
Many will be forced to see...
As 2011 continues on its journey.

Many and not a few,
Are going to view the days ahead...
As if visiting unaided by delusions,
For the very first time.

Crimes by those still blind,
Will be commited...
To try to bling and ca-ching their way,
To impress someone in those dead days gone.

Prolonged agonies attached to things,
Will remind those of Moses' return...
From the summit of Mount Sinai.
But even that symbolic image...
Will fly over heads,
Like a peeping satellite!

Raw and sugarless...
That's the reality,
Many will be forced to see...
As 2011 continues on its journey.

Leaving many to fight over the worthlessness,
Of possessions still taxed.
But as long as they gleam and glisten,
They will find a reason and meaning to live...
As faithful to their 'things',
As a marketing of them will allow!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moral Fiber

Moral fiber?
Those self righteous,
Profess to know what that is.
They are quick to identify who does not have it.
And produce laws to limit,
How people should live.
These moralists,
Who uphold values that do not today exist.
Prove when they are busted,
For being frustrated sluts...
They too have problems digesting 'correctness'!
When they are aware,
As they prove with their own lusts...
All that wholesome self righteousness,
Is a bunch of nonsense they have made up!
And for what?
To suppress those they can with rules...
When they are the ones who are not of trust!
Or live enlightened lives!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where people live in the concrete jungle

Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property
and no one knows of grass or flowers
or any natural life source

lorries drive the whole time with ton upon ton
of rocks and sand to construction sites that amazes.
Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property

they see nothing of nature from their balconies
while just more and more arrives in the city,
disguised from the essence of existence,
with only the charm of the rays of the sun,
where people live in the concrete jungle.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Trusting His Ways

The Lord’s Ways are always best, even when they are His test,
As God sees just what we are, as The Lord watches from afar;
But in fact, God is very near, to all who possess a Godly fear,
For wherever they go in life, there in dwells The Spirit of Christ.

All God’s ways are tried and true, knowing what’s best for you,
For He can see, what we cannot, knowing every man’s cast lot.
What He knows, we can trust, for He’s God and we’re but dust,
And so He knows all will stray, until we choose His lasting way.

A way we may not understand, while being led by God’s Hand,
But, all the ways of The Lord, through all history have endured,
And God is guiding you and me, through this world to Eternity,
While only God knows the end, from the very beginning friend.

Understanding is not required, to live in the way that is desired,
By God, Who sets our course, to become that ultimate source,
The One who fills us with peace, that in our trials will not cease,
And He’s the One, Who’s over all, ready to lift us, when we fall.

Not knowing all that lies ahead, we put our trust in God instead,
Even when we see little light, the Ways of God are always right,
As all things work for our good, this in His Word is understood,
By everyone called by Christ, for God’s purpose during our life.

poem by Bob Gotti
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To Boycott Just One Day of Gossip

They do know how to dress to impress.
That,
Is a given.

And they will express the best of etiquette.
That too,
Is a given to expect.

But getting off their telephones,
With a determination...
To boycott just one day of gossip,
Would create havoc for those with the habit...
Of undermining one another,
With the best of backstabbing techniques.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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