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Growing Too Fast

I too knew so well,
Exposed scenes young eyes...
Should not see.
To begin a journey with steps to skip,
Right over indulging innocence.

I too felt with empathy,
Much too early and too deep...
With no one there to protect me,
To explain what I would get to know...
I had already known from growing too fast.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I First Lost My Impatience

I felt dirty and betrayed,
When I first lost my impatience.
I felt...
Used and so unclean.
I knew I had been stripped,
Of an innocence I would never have again.

To be vicious, cruel and mean...
Was all I saw and knew,
As a child growing up...
To be exposed to seeing these scenes.
People were being cussed out and talked about,
For not sharing their potato chips! Seriously.

I didn't know exactly why,
My impatience had been taken away...
In the manner it was done.
But I grew to understand there was a purpose.
And even if I shared all my chips...
I can always buy another bag. I learned!

Today I have discovered,
I have more patience than I have ever had.
And some who have come to test me...
Are surprised I am not so quick,
To give them a taste of impatience.

I have found a life I am determined to live.
One with a peace of mind...
And freed from 'identified' evil people.
Patience taught me how to observe first,
With my mouth closed and ears open to listen.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~ Death Of Innocence~

It seems like Light Years ago
That sweet innocence
Like a flower in the bud
Growing in new existance

Fresh and un-flawed
Beauty and angelic substance
In the Garden unmarred
Basking in the sun with no resistance

Where oh where did i go?
It all happened so fast
One day i was pure growing tall
The next-plucked way to fast

Put in a vase amongst other flowers
Of equal or very close age
Devoured by eyes of the lusty Gardners
My innocence turned into rage

A day passed-perhaps two
Time was really irrevelant to me
Every day was the same for us all
Fresh water-and slow death agony

I felt it come upon me
Like the goodness was draining me dry
Loosing all of my substance
Bending over i knew i would die

Ragged and wilted i fought
As the others alongside of me
But resistance proved to be no assistance
The day the innocence in me was set free

And into the trash we all landed
Despairing our very last breath
My petals no longer like velvet
But a dried mixture of long fought floral death!

poem by Theodora Onken
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Morning Innocence

Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know

Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears

Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds

This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...

Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives

However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...

We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives

No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed

There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.

poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco
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Young and Old

Those that are young do not understand
what it's like growing old.
How can they know what it feels like?
Their bodies are daring and bold.
The old have experienced so many things
and the young only a few.
The old know the joys of living
that the young wish they knew.

We've watched the foolish mistakes men make
and are weary from these scenes.
The young are consumed with bodily ways
and pop-culture magazines.
We've tasted the agony of defeats
and remember how that feels.
The young are competitive in their days
and content with fast food meals.

The understanding that they will learn
will only come with age.
They will leave behind their carefree days
and too soon approach the stage
of knowing what it's like to be growing old
and learning life takes its toll
on their bodies, their minds and thinking
and in the end, their soul.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Take Me To New Highs, You Take Me

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And you take me.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And, you take me.

You have seen...
More than I like.
More than I might,
Have exposed.
Before you came.

And you,
Have seen...
More than I like.
More...
Than I might,
Have exposed.

There's no mystique,
How you keep me excited.
There's this heat underneath,
I can't hide if I tried.

I'm trying to be,
Calm on the outside!
But I can't deny,
You take me to new highs.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And you take me.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.

These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And you take me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My 1st little car

Look there I see it

I seen it there just in sight

I felt the butterflies it felt so right

I felt the connection

I knew it was the perfect selection

My 1st little car

It was green and eye calling

The price cost my thoughts nothing

It stood out from the rest of the place

I knew that we would be together

I sat init and felt a warm embrace

My 1st little car

It called me over and invited me in

To take a drive and have our journey begin

It gleamed and shined it was nearly perfection

I drove for a while following the directions

Took it back to the garage and put down my deposit

My 1st little car

poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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Annie Mae

Written by natalie cole
(hoo, hoo, hoo) mmm (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Growing up wasnt easy for annie mae
(hoo, hoo, hoo)
A little girl in a great big world
Annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
No one knew about her past
Some people swore shed never last
She was (growing up much too fast)
Growing (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Just a little too fast (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Never had her a mama, no, no
Annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Rarely heard a kind spoken word
Annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Looking at life through an empty shell
And all the time shes catching hell
She was growing
(growing up much too fast) up much too fast
Does anybody know where is annie mae today
Where oh where is annie mae
All you got to do is look into the faces of
All the young girls
On the avenue--(young girls!)
Oh, well, (hoo, hoo, hoo) ha
In the night hear her cry, annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Hurt and pain keeps coming again
And again, and again, annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Trippin and runnin is blowin her mind
Tryin to decide if shell make it this time
She was (growing up) oh, yeah (much too fast)
She was (growing up much too fast)
Somebody got to stop her, oh annie, annie
(ooh) (hoo, hoo, hoo) (where is annie mae)
Annie, annie
Somebody
(ooh) (hoo, hoo, hoo) (where is annie mae)
Got to stop her, oh, annie, annie,
(ooh) (hoo, hoo, hoo) (where is annie mae)
Annie, annie
Shes runnin, shes runnin
Growin up too fast, oh, oh
(shes running) oh, oh
Growin up too fast, oh, oh
(shes runnin) oh, oh
Growin up too fast, oh, hey
(shes runnin) annie, annie mae, yeah
(shes running) where you goin annie
(shes runnin) dont you think somebody aught to stop you
(shes runnin) somebody aught to stop you
(shes runnin) dont you think Im gonna try to stop you

song performed by by Natalie Cole
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The Chill Of An Early Fall

Well her old friend, from her own end of town dropped by today,
And way down deep inside me something died
When he came 'round to see her that way.
Here it comes again, that same old chilly wind
Will blow like a cold winter squall.
And I'll begin to feel the chill of an early fall.
And I'll be drinking again and thinking whenever he calls,
There's a storm coming on, it won't be too long till the snow falls.
Oh I'll be sobersome,
But when October comes and goes and no time at all
I'll begin to feel the chill of an early fall.
Oh how quick they slip away, here today and gone tomorrow.
Love and seasons never stay, bitter winds are sure to follow.
Now there's no doubt, it's gonna be cold out tonight;
I've shivered all day, and when I look in her eyes
Needing to hold her so tight, she just looks away.
Oh she'll swear that it's true, he's just someone she knew
Long ago, and I'll know that's not all,
And I'll begin to feel the chill of an early fall.
Oh I'll begin to feel the chill of an early fall.

song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Moment You Arrived

The moment you arrived,
I knew you too.
Your eyes penetrated through,
My inhabitions hidden.

And free I felt to be myself.
With a flow between us,
Growing unrestricted...
To dissolve blocking walls,
Easily.

The moment you arrived...
To recognize you and I,
Could provide...
Communicated conversation,
No longer waiting with a patience to connect.
We knew what to expect would be accepted,
Next.

And we knew,
Anticipated steps directed...
Without the benefit of a single guess,
Would never again be neglected.

The moment you arrived,
I knew you too.
Your eyes penetrated through,
My inhabitions hidden.

And free I felt to be myself.
With a flow between us,
Growing unrestricted...
To dissolve blocking walls,
Easily.

The moment you arrived,
I...
Cried with joy,
Inside.
I...
Cried with joy,
I attempted to hide...
The moment you arrived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chill Of An Early Fall

Well her old friend, from her own end of town dropped by today,
And way down deep inside me something died
When he came round to see her that way.
Here it comes again, that same old chilly wind
Will blow like a cold winter squall.
And Ill begin to feel the chill of an early fall.
And Ill be drinking again and thinking whenever he calls,
Theres a storm coming on, it wont be too long till the snow falls.
Oh Ill be sobersome,
But when october comes and goes and no time at all
Ill begin to feel the chill of an early fall.
Oh how quick they slip away, here today and gone tomorrow.
Love and seasons never stay, bitter winds are sure to follow.
Now theres no doubt, its gonna be cold out tonight;
Ive shivered all day, and when I look in her eyes
Needing to hold her so tight, she just looks away.
Oh shell swear that its true, hes just someone she knew
Long ago, and Ill know thats not all,
And Ill begin to feel the chill of an early fall.
Oh Ill begin to feel the chill of an early fall.

song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When the Heat Turns Off

Frost, cold.
And yet there is a warmth exposed.
A shoulder is provided to sigh or cry.
And an empathy is sincere and deep.
A weeping shared is also complete.
But when the heat turns off...
A quick breeze is felt.
No pretensions here are dealt with.
This flame that burns is genuine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funeral Procession

I saw a funeral procession today:
No one I knew had passed away,
But as the cortege passed me by,
I felt as though I wanted to cry.

Gone were the teardrops of rain:
Left were the teardrops of pain.
It took me back, to the death of my Dad:
To how I felt then - so extremely sad.

I've always been such a sensitive soul,
And feelings of empathy took ahold.
I halted my journey and stood to one side;
My feelings of sadness, I could not hide.

I bowed my head as a mark of respect;
My mood, this encounter, really did affect.
The funeral cortege was very soon gone,
And, with my own journey, I carried on.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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People And Their Situations Do Change

If it is true you knew,
How I felt in those times...
Where were you,
To help me empty...
Those many buckets of tears,
I cried.
If it is true,
My struggles with agony...
Had been something you knew.

If it is true you knew,
Who planted obstacles on my path...
Why were you not there for me at all?
And when I reach out to you,
You dismissed me and laughed.

If it 'is' true you knew,
What I was going through...
You said nothing about it,
Until several years have passed.

And,
If it is true you knew...
Anything about me at all,
Why have you waited until today...
To appear to say,
You are experiencing your own downfall.

To what degree of an empathy,
Do expect from me...
To receive?

'People and their situations change.'

I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.

And that person you say you knew back then,
Has matured to improve...
On my expectations of 'friends'.
And can see people and things as they are.
With a re-arrangement done to philosophies,
Without a passing of judgement on them.

'People and their situations change.'

I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And I've been blessed with a peace,
I am going to protect and keep.

And all I can do is wish you the best.
With a peacefulness I am feeling.
Hoping one day,
The same for you will come your way.

People and their situations do change.
Of that,
I totally agree.
But an empathy from me you wish to receive...
Was not from you,
Ever given to me from you to give...
To believe you can receive.

I agree...
People and their situations do change,
A lot!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Felt It Safe

Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.

Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
And welcomed those feelings again.

When I once had a shattered heart...
I ran to protect,
My emotions I had left.

Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.

Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
To welcome back those feelings again.

When I sat in shadows to cry...
I did my best to hide,
Inside what I denied.

And just today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.

I then told friends who were so relieved.
They did not want to see me,
Grieve my life away...
Everyday.

And just today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.

And gone is pretending,
I have no needs.
Or wishes and dreams...
I want to let begin,
Again!

Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.

Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
To welcome back those feelings again.
And I am hopeful with you they will not end!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Roads Of Life Keep Winding Up And Down

The roads of life keep winding up and down
They take us to obscurity and renown
It is a journey we must undertake
And along the way there's joy and there's heartbreak.

A journey that one day does have an end
Along the way we do make many a friend
And having said that here and there a foe
As on the road that leads through life we go.

Their road through life to fame some people lead
They are the people destined to succeed
Whilst many fame and fortune never know
For their life journey little they do show.

The journey through life at birth does begin
For baby who is born free of sin
But the innocence of youth is quickly lost
Survival instincts come at a great cost.

And the innocence we are born with erode
As we journey on along our great life's road
A new day and new challenge greets us at every bend
On our journey that one day must have an end.

poem by Francis Duggan
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When Intentions Meant Are Not Mentioned

Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near,
To appreciate what we hear?

No emotion I've known to feel,
Has ever been exchanged.
To have someone understand,
And comprehend...
From the outside to the inside.
Knowing what is felt,
Deep within.

Can love be shared and said is there,
But not expressed at all?
Can a broken heart be spared despair?
To not process pain,
Before any tears begin to fall?

And if those tears should fall from eyes,
Could alibis stop what is shown?
Empathy sent from distances given,
Isn't empathy whispered or a hug to convince.

Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near to appreciate this...
Or witness a difference made.
When intentions meant are not mentioned...
Can relationships mend to save?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Had To Skip School

I had to skip school because I got sick
If I walk out the house I'll get hit by a brick
I had to skip school because I'm afraid
That on my way I'll get run over by a big parade

I had to skip school i had a funelreal to attend
I had to find school uniform that was the new trend
I had to skip school because I wokeup late
I broke my thumb learning how to skate

I had to skip school because I felt blue
My brother stuck my hands with supper glue
I had to skip scool because scool is boring
I wonder what excuses I'll have tomorrow morning

poem by Abegale Costilla
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The Step You Were On

One step at a time is a hard way to climb.
I'd rather skip a few.
But maybe among ones that I would skip
lies the one where I met you.

The climb's never easy, nor is it smooth
but when you look behind
all the ones where you stumbled
are the ones foremost in your mind.

The easy steps were forgotten so soon
for they slipped away quite fast.
But the step I took that you were on
is the step that will always last
in my memory.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Child at War!

No bell, No warning, no flare, surrounded!
I see them all, blood in their eyes
I see the innocence deep within
There is no escape, one by one, away we march.

Young at heart, young at mind
We walk small, we talk small
Through the thicket through the river
Act weak, your throat is slit,
Look weak, you see no mercy.

I close my eyes, I see too much
Yesterday, the church hymns, my ABC's
Tomorrow, armed for combat.

Full of innocence, timid at heart
Off we go, but soon to return,
Full of courage, devoid of innocence,
Strong at heart, ready to mime,
Mummy, Daddy please forgive me!

poem by Macwolls Kay
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Showing A Growing Irritability

Faking interest.
With less than half-baked dedication,
Is still a 'wannabee' self indulging on pretense.
Hoping that an expression of devotion,
Nowhere to be shown...
Will produce without the sacrifice,
An experience unknown.
With a proven expertise unseen or exposed,
To the ones showing a growing irritability...
Around those wasting time faking,
And going through the motions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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