From Those Innocent Beginnings
My anger and how that is expressed,
Is inherited.
Yes!
From an initiation process.
My parents donated sperm and a womb.
With an implantation done.
Allowing my birth and breath to breathe.
With some uncomfortable yelling...
Heard by everyone.
So deliberate,
My lungs stunned!
And from those innocent beginnings,
I heard comments made...
About which side of the family I was most like.
From nose, to eye color...
And hair grade.
'...he's got 'good' hair like...? '
Who I reminded them of...
An uncle, or an aunt,
Or a relative held in 'Im not speaking to them'
Family capitivity!
With a temperment no one claimed.
Except bestowing upon me,
My father's first and last names!
With an understated but delared ownership.
I was 'his'...
When being 'hers'
Presented reasons to be pissed.
And, of course...
I was the receiver of those, 'If you weren't born comments.'
With an occasional running away from home added.
My sister and I were latchkey kids.
So we were the ones left...
Home alone sometimes.
To leave the required stamp of approval,
By a surrounding, dysfunctional environment.
Which upon reflection...
And observed after understanding,
That 'stirring up' of youthful independency...
Is the source of my success.
And I am happy as I age,
To confess it.
With an acknowledgement I now can pride,
Were the best years of my life!
'And here 'you' are...
From those innocent beginnings
And here 'you' are..
Challenging to have identified,
Your independency.
And its origins that has left you,
Proud as can be! '
'And here 'you' are...
From those innocent beginnings
And here 'you' are..
Challenging to have identified,
Your independency...
When there is a need to feel you can be,
Challenged! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocent World
I used to live in an innocent world
I had a car and a pretty blond girlfriend
We was too young to know what we were doing
And anyway I was just fooling around
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
There aint no reason to tell no lie
When youre young and youve got a lot of pie
Now I slink around like a killer
The things they say are just a lot of filler
In my mind, in my mind
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Running, laughing in the sun
And always having lots of fun
Smoking dope and just being young
In my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Men Of Good Fortune
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
The rich son waits for his father to die
The poor just drink and cry
And me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Very often cant do a thing
While men of poor beginnings
Often can do anything
At heart they try to act like a man
Handle things the best way they can
They have no rich, daddy to fall back on
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
It takes money to make money they say
Look at the fords, but didnt they start that way
Anyway, it makes no difference to me
Men of good fortune
Often wish that they could die
While men of poor beginnings
Want what they have and to get it theyll die
All those great things that live has to give
They wanna have money and live
But me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Good Family
When you see a man behaving well
People are curious to know his family
When a naughty interacts
His source is easily identified
Good family is a big attractive tree
That offers shade in rain and heat
Good family bears good branches
That produces good fruits
Good family has its firm roots
Which nourishes and beautifies
Good family gives birth to good nations
In peace, good family is there
In war, good family endures
Good family wipes away tears and sorrows
Loneliness is absent with good family
Security is guaranteed with nice family
He who has a good family
Is half done in life
See a man dancing on the street
No need to ask if his family is okay
If you have a good family
Sacrificially hold on to it
Never allowed it to crack
Pass the baton to others
To enable the world get better.
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Stop walking backwards
STOP WALKING BACKWARDS: life it's self can be a journey. (Can I get a Hell to the yeah) lol, but in the process, hold on I need for you to really open up your eyes, and get that wax out if your ears, so you can understand the words that's coming out of my mouth. And that is examples of sight, in your humble beginnings, in your middle was a learn behavior, regardless if it were in your home, or family homes, at school, your church, outside, you have seen a many of things, and been educated by life's best. What? you really want to no, come on and join me on a mental magic carpet ride but were hoping on and off ok don't get to comfortable. Now then I'm glade you asked even if you didn't I'm going to tell you. life had to offer was it's environment. Were you saw the good, the bad, and your addiction to ugly. And the words please don't tell it's our family secret. Wink wink lol And some of us are a mess today because of who said what, who did what, and I should stayed because big mamma survived and she look happy. What ever lol do what's best for you. dysfunction no more, and embrace functional! you feel me yes we can. Clarence of greatness
poem by Clarence Williams
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Innocent
Oh, johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With lennon and cobain and
A guitar and a stereo
And while he wishes he could escape this
But it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
And a song that has no soul
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
Oh, I dreamed of losing faith and what she knows
And some music hits on the foreclose
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
And the galleries of war
And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that shed never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
One day, youll have to let it go
Youll have to let it go
No...
One day, youll stand up on your own
Youll stand up on your own
Remember losing hope
Remember feeling low
Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are (one day), we are all innocent
We are all innocent (youll have to let it go)
We are, we are (youll have to let it go, no..)
We are (one day), we are all innocent
We are, we are (youll stand up on your own)
We are, we are all innocent (youll stand up on your own..)
We are, we are all innocent
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Nappy Head
Your hair is dirty, good sir -
Said an innocent child to me one day.
I have what they call African hair,
A natural nappy head.
Its brownish colour they call mousy
What I really would like called auburn.
And so the kid had observed,
She was innocent though
And I had to explain to her
That the same creator who endowed her
With her long beautiful black curly hair
Had also done the same with my kinky mousy one!
poem by Kimani wa Mumbi
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Family's End
I was born into a world were family is everything
When one is down, the others forget the world to help them out
Sharing cares, and sharing paryers around the table for a feast
Had me believe that's what that small word means
Now lately I don't know what to think
Of the changes this family seeks
I mean, I want us all to be happy forever
But that just seems impossiable with us all together
Now I know mama, you don't feel the same for dad
Dad I understand mama makes you mad
And ya'll are here just for us kids
Not as lovers, just as friends
We're the key to this family
And when we're off the lock there's nothing left to be
Our parents will be appreciated seperatlly
Cause thats what it takes for them to be happy
And all the stories we would say
All the games that we would play
All the memories
Got me in disbelief
I remember our trip to Disney World
You brought back the parents I had as a little girl
Were the peace was only for a moment
But thats enough to keep us going
I know we fight I know we bump heads
But we're a family in the end
I just don't to keep pretending
That I don't know it's time is ending
I know I say 'I hate you' sometimes
I know I used to wish you weren't alive
Mama wasn't your wife, that you weren't in my life
But now I'm happy you're here
And now I don't want you to go
The family we held I can't let go
Even though I used, now the thought just leaves me cold
This family has been through it all
The other siblings that don't know us at all
And they hate it when we call, but we're just trying to do the right thing
Trying to create the perfect family
When you see us you see smiles of grace
But thats not what's hidden behind our face
The world of joy we can't ignore
Thats why we put up with what we want more
But it seems like thats all it means
To be stressed about us kids theirs no time to be married
You're just human beings
Now our family's so confused
I never thought past my childhood that I put all my trust into
I thought together forever's all we will be
And now nothing's as it seems
I know when you had us you were young
It wasn't love you just were sprung
And now you realized we're moving on
so now it's you chance to claim you're done
And I just our family to stay
I don't want to accept our family change
We're everything seems to fade away
Like theres some sort of experation date
And I just want us to be happy
And not any of us to forget
Once we were an almost perfect family
But not everything goes as you wanted
poem by Sugar Bear
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The Innocent Child
I was just a child, an innocent child
I didn't know when, I didn't know how.
I was just a child, an innocent child.
She couldn't save me from what happened,
even though she tried. She always tried.
she was my guardian angel.
I was just a child, an innocent child.
I couldn't be saved then, and I cant be saved now.
The dark angel came over, knocked on my door.
sucked the life out of my family, I was only 5.
I was just a child, and innocent child.
I didn't understand, Where did they go? What happened to mommy and daddy? What happened to sissy? Why didn't they come home last night?
They brought the car to my house, thought someone else would be home, but it was just me, just a little 5 year old..I looked at it... I saw the twists and the turns... the dents and the broken glass.. the scars will always be there.. I see it slamming into a ditch..rolling, rolling, and when it stops.
Silence...
I was just a child, an innocent child.
I didn't understand. how could that happen.. what happened?
I was just an innocent child, the innocent child.
She went away that night.. and she never came back.
poem by Forever Gone
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Where Has The Time Gone? !
When you're born it's a miracle your there and everyone's happy
'She's beautiful, I'm so happy, Congrats! 'is what they say.
You're innocent and an Angel to all eyes.
As you grow and get older and
learn your first words it's always an 'aww, She's growing so fast and now there's no going back.
Years 2 and 3 go by so fast then guess what your 4 and going to school, elementary.
Pre-K, Kinder,1st and 2nd then from 3rd to 4th to 5th, WOW! , that went quick now it's time for new people, new things: 6th grade the starting of your middle school years, you have more responsibilities and more stress and guess what, it stinks!
Graduate 6th go to 7th then...
Don't got your mom, barely got your dad can't deal with these changes, please take me out of this forbidden place!
Mom's side of family can't see them no more but weren't they just here what the hell happened!
8th grades here last time you'll see these people, time for another change, someone please come and save me!
Now in 9th with more new faces than familiar, but I guess it's all good, I'll do ok.
Until the next 3 years this is all I've got to say: Where Has The Time Gone? !
poem by Angel Gibbs
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Immigrant Man
Years pasted by us quick
Lost counting endless days and nights
The family I haven’t seen for years
Because Immigrant to another country
Challenging to survived work and living
No time to think no time to miss the family
Never thought of how much the family missed I
Forgive me I have not been home
For such a long time
But my heart has never left the family
And I have never taken my root away
I missed my country. I missed mostly my family
The family loving caring brought me up
Endlessly guide help and supports
Priceless ticket hearted joy going home
To see my beloved family
Which I haven’t seen for years
To celebrate with the family
This Chinese New Year 2008
Prosperity, Happy living healthy and peace
Miss the happiness time FOUR generations living together
In one house warmest loving and caring
The noise the cries none silences day or night
LOVE and HAPPILY in the heart
Love my root. Love my family
Loving from the bottom of our heart
Prosperity-Happy Chinese New Year
Arrived home 31/01/2008
Celebration Chinese New Year 07/02/2008
By Lee See Fee
poem by See Fee Lee
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Friends Forever Covenant
Friends have their humble beginnings
And sometimes friendships have their end.
Let us build a world of meaning;
Together seek each rainbow's end.
We're meant to always be happy
And to be sad for but a while;
We are meant to share God's glory
And to live-out life with a smile.
You'd never need to outgrow me
Or to leave our friendship behind.
I pray there be new beginnings:
A deeper love each day to find.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Girl That I Met
I met her down streets one evening,
She was coming out of what she calls home,
Where she had left a family,
That is her responsibility,
To provide all the necessities.
She’s a mother and a father,
To the two younger girls at home,
For their parents had passed away,
About four years ago from the disease,
Then she should take care of the family.
There’s no uncles and aunts for them,
All they did was to sweep away everything,
Cars, estates, houses and everything,
Leaving the kids with concrete poverty,
And the children are now suffering.
I asked that orphaned girl how she managed,
To feed the family at her age under eighteen,
She started crying but she dared to tell me,
The story of her everyday life,
The story that keeps on torturing my mind.
She sells drugs down streets every day,
Then selling her body downtown every night,
Making sure she earns something,
To be back with at home for the family to survive,
Family needs shelter, food and clothes.
poem by Fadhy Mtanga
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Father & Son
There is the family photograph
That is your father’s face,
There is your father’s father
Grey-gathering years apace;
The son, bright-eyed in the morning,
The father, lined and drawn,
The son became the father
On the day that you were born.
We’ve all set out on the highway
Our fathers wished us well,
The sons became the fathers
In the same distinctive spell;
The road of all beginnings
Is all there is to lend,
But many a twist, and many a turn
Has marred us at the end.
He was my father’s father,
I am my father’s son,
We’ve travelled as far, and farther
Than our father’s years have run;
The twists and turns of fortune
Mean nothing, lost or won,
But the love of a father’s father,
And the love of a father’s son.
3 September 1977
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.
quote by Rachel Carson
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Ingredients
Family is the basic unit in the society,
It's where you can run to whenever you're down and weary,
Father, mother, brothers, sisters compose the family,
They'll definitely make you smile everytime you're lonely.
It is vital to give gifts and love to one another,
One must not also forget to erase pride and anger,
Communication is another thing to remember,
So that a healthy relationship will last forever.
Happy family emerges through cooperation,
Each of the members must give their own appreciation,
Private family activities must be done at home,
So the bond will be strong and no one will be left alone.
These are the ingredients to have a happy family,
You do not need luxurious things or trillions of money,
Simply follow all of these and you will become merry,
Remember that everything starts inside the family.
poem by Charlette Gingosa
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Where woman lacks importance
Delivered and moulded by my mother,
I was identified with my father,
Who, delivered and moulded by mother,
Was identified with his father.
I go with my son; wife is an onlooker.
The son of my daughter I've no claim on.
In each generation, mother is removed
From the memory line of the family.
Let my name carry the name of mother
And of father behind it to the world.
Let me have the names of the grand mothers
And grandfathers on both sides in record.
14.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rust.
Around my neck the dog tag military style chain
Worn it for years
Don't care for the gold bling-bling
Hanging on this chain one small trinket
Flat round and silver
Embossed with the word 'family'
Shining brightly I'd never take it off
Only when I'd shave
And it's sheen never dulled until today
Irish by birth the 'family' has been my rock
Always there always fair
Until all I've put them through became too much
I never knew there was a thing
As too much
When it came to family it was more than name
It was blood.
Now they don't speak to me or return emails
Inbox is empty
Everyday I wish for only one small sentence
A few weeks ago I lost the necklace for the first time
Initially frantic
Then forgotten as my anger grew I was glad
Today looking through my tote bag full of junk
There it lay
Familiar chain with the flat ring.....'family'
I looked closer at the discoloration of rusted beginnings
And thought 'how ironic'
It's the same color rust
Which through my eyes
I now see clearly.
poem by Kellen Mage
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Families
(hows the family)
(hows the family)
Mama, you tell me hows the family
And papa, tell me how things going by you
And little baby sister, I heard that you got married
And I heard that you had yourself a little baby girl, too
And heres some uncles and some cousins I know vaguely
And would you believe my old dog chelseas here, too
And would you believe nobody in this family
Wanted to keep her
And now that dogs more of a part of this family
Then I am, too
I dont come home much anymore
No-no-no I dont come home much anymore
Mama
And mama, I know how disappointed you are
And papa, I know that you feel the same way, too
And no-no-no-no-no I still havent got married
And no-no-no theres no grandson planned here for you
And by the way, daddy tell me hows the business
I understand that your stock shes growing very high
No, daddy, youre not a poor man anymore
And I hope youll realize that before you die
Because I dont come home much anymore
No-no-no-no-no I dont come home much no more
But daddy
And please-please-please-please-please
Come on lets not start this business again
I know how much you resent the life that I have
But one more time, I dont want the family business
Dont want to inherit it upon the day that you die
Really, daddy should have given it to my sister
You know elisabeth, you know elisabeth
She has a better head for those things than i
She lives practically around the corner
Thats really the kind of child you could be proud of
But papa, I know that this visits a mistake
Theres nothing here we have in common, except our name
And families that live out in the suburbs
Often make each other cry
And I dont think that Ill come home much anymore
No-no, I dont think Ill come home much again
Mama
Papa
Families
Often make each other cry
No, I dont think that Ill come home much anymore
(hows the families)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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In A Request To Be Left Alone
In a request to be left alone,
Is often demanded by one who contradicts.
I have made similar comments myself.
To only annoy someone,
By calling them too much...
Until they pretended not to be home.
As a child I would say, 'Leave me alone.'
Not expecting anyone to believe me.
Or have my wish condoned.
And when I am successfully left alone,
I began to feel quite lonely.
Not expecting a loneliness to be so overwhelming.
To request to be left alone,
Is often demanded by one who contradicts.
I have made similar comments myself.
To only annoy someone,
By calling them too much...
Until they pretended not to be home.
To be left alone...
Not expecting a loneliness,
Can be quite overwhelming.
And...
Contradicting as well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost & Found Pt.2 - Found Child
A baby born into addiction,
Fighting for his life before it began.
Held by his mother just once in his life,
Then he is taken from her hands.
Taken to be given a chance
To be healthy outside and in.
A chance to grow big and strong,
Free from his mother's sins.
The child has a family now
And a very loving home.
They took him in for what he was
And raised him as their own.
Years have passed since his birth
And he questions who he really is.
Looking at his loving parents
He knows thier features are not his.
One night with the television on,
And his family sitting around,
The news man tells a story
Of a tragedy across town.
A woman found dead at home.
In her arm was a syringe.
The woman's picture flashed on screen
And made his mother cringe.
He could feel something too;
Some sort of strange connection.
Then he heard a soft whimper
Coming from his mom's direction.
He softly asked her what was wrong.
She couldn't look him in the eye.
She said I have someting to tell you son.
Then she began to cry.
All the questions you asked of us;
If you were ours, or another's.
You see, the woman who died tonight...
She was your true mother.
poem by Joseph A. Solis
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