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Haunted By Your Own Remarks

Haunted by your own remarks?
That attacked someone without facts,
To impart?
And when the truth surfaces...
You can not take your misdeeds back.
And the one you criticized with your falsities,
Is also aware of that.
Which one of you do you 'think'...
Has a mind filled with guilt,
That invisibly stays on the mind and attacks?
Could it be the one,
Who knows exactly what you've done?
Let's say...
The odds are not in your favor!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haunted By Their Own Misdeeds

One should never base their opinion given,
Received from another...
To judge someone else with purposes to defame.
The outcome to them delivered by such actions...
May not return the same to shame.
However...
The chances that the consequences faced,
Seldom embraces them to favor.

Since most people are often haunted,
By their own misdeeds.
Squeezing from their minds,
A comforting of rational sensibilities.
Left to themselves they are.
And abandoned.
To convalesce on their own alone.
And a wish to sleep peacefully at night,
Is rare.
As unfamiliar sounds come to creep in the silent air.

'Who's there? '
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
'I can hear your footsteps.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.

'Slowly...as a stalking panther,
I can hear you coming up the stairs.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.

And when the dawn comes to find them shaking,
Crotched in the corners to hide from darkened shadows...
Lifted.
It is soon discovered,
A door thought locked and bolted had been left open.
Leaving them to wonder...
How many visits like this will be repeated?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Haunted

I sleep, I wake, just same.
Haunted.
Tears don't work.
Pain won't go.
Haunted.
Maybe its here to stay.
My bag of rocks.
Haunted.
No great purpose.
Just be my load.
Haunted.
To hold me back.
This heavy sack.
Haunted.
I wake today. Maybe time to pray.
Haunted.
This curse must go.
Hit lowest low.
Haunted.
Nightmare of my soul.
My mind. My heart
My entire being.
Haunted.
Haunted. Haunted. Haunted.
I am
The walking. The crawling. The waiting. The moving. The wailing.
The death defying.
I am
The Haunted.

poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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Honesty With-held

Opportunities to be relevant,
Are often missed...
When those relying on myths,
And nursery rhymes,
Find it difficult to come forward...
To be real.
Without the twisting of facts,
Done most of the time.

Facts soon are learned!
But honesty with-held,
Eventually suffers...
An onslaught of unexpected attacks.
And those attacks increase...
By those unbelieving truths released!
And disturbing it is to learn,
Truth and peace together is an explosive mix!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Only Learning Facts

Not only learning facts
that flow fresh through
the mind like
a blowing wind

but life reinstalling
seemingly obvious
self apparent truth

facts belonging in the category
of novelty state of self multiplying
forward motion

truth belonging to eternal time
still silent self contained in the mind

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Knowing What Truth Is

I believe in a truth that has been honestly spoken.
And with the undertaking of my own research,
My mind is not subject to change from the facts.
No matter how painful.
Or who deceives with dishonest attacks.

What others accept,
Every time someone they follow reverses their steps...
With a breath that exchanges as the wind drifts,
I simply can not accept them knowing what truth is at all.
Especially those who will save their lieing butts from being exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt Can Never Be Left Abandoned

A feeling of guilt,
Comes to attach to a mind...
As if applied to affix with supper glue.
To disturb only the one who knows it.

No matter if the truth is told.
It is going to be there,
To eventually show...
Someone mentally troubled.

Guilt can never be left abandoned,
As easily as a lie one leaves to tell.
Or believes...
In the doing of it.

Truth on the other hand,
When it eventually appears...
Seems never to mind,
To have tolerated a wait with patience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Doubt

My mind is often filled with doubt
about who I really am.
I know my name and what I be,
but really who am I?
Some say this and some say that,
they are only reflections
of who I really want to be.
My lack of confidence in myself
leaves me lagging behind everyone else
and my mind filled with doubt
about whom I really am.
Dark clouds descend around my head,
no clear sky do I see
and mind is filled with doubt
which disguise is really me.
Will my mind clear one day
and reveal the truth to me
or will I face life with doubt
of who I really be.

17 February 2011

poem by David Harris
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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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Sonnet: Truths and Facts

With time, the truth surfaces to the fore,
Like air-bubbles ascending to the brim
Of liquids, hurriedly when you pour,
To break in turn with noises at the rim.

For truths and facts cannot be hidden long;
They tumble down like skeletons someday!
And make a noise loud like hitting a gong;
‘Truth will triumph some day’- what people say.

How long can you conceal both truths and facts?
They break open the containers someday,
To expose lies and man-made artifacts;
History shows that the world behaves this way.

Who can suppress or hide both facts and truth?
Some day, they erupt like a newer tooth!

poem by John Celes
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How Ironic

What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?

Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.

How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!

How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.

Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haunted

(jeff barry / bobby bloom)
Ooh, hoo
I cant eat right
I cant sleep nights
Oh, honey look at what youve done to me
Life is nowhere
And its no fair
cause youve got me by the memory
Oh, now I feel you near me
And see your face
In my dreams
Every hour all night through
Oh, Im haunted
Yes Im haunted, haunted by you
There aint no doubt
I cant get out
Of this trouble that youve got me in
If I hurt you
Didnt mean to
Oh, and Im sorry
Aint the word Ive been
And if you dont come back to me pretty soon
I dont know what Im gonna do
cause Im haunted
Yes Im haunted, haunted by you, woah, oh
Oh, I just cant forget you
cause you haunt me everywhere I go
Oh Im begging you
Dont say no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
And if you dont come back to me pretty soon
I dont know what Im gonna do
cause Im haunted
Said Im haunted,ooh, haunted by you
Oh, haunted by you
Haunted by you
Haunted by you-hoo
Haunted by you
Oh, haunted by you
Baby, haunted by you
Ooh, by you

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rejection's Ire

It is Rejection’s Ire which crouches beneath during the holidays
it is long lived and memory-filled and surfaces so easily,
belying my belief that it’s negativities had long since died;
unknowing it rushes back to me at odd times
especially during the holidays;
but I veteran that I now am
caught it creeping through
confronted it
boxed its ears
sending it back to it’s ugly hovel-
not to ruin this year-
this Season’s Cheer

and I, and my mind,
took

Silent Solace
renewing the Season’s Joy
which is to be
now and tomorrow,

Rejection Free;

self and others
allowing space all around
instead to be filled
with Forgiving
Love’s Herald
and Predecessor:
and for Truth
my Silent Secret Salvation.

My ringing toast, thus this year
will sound for itself much louder
for having drowned out
the clanging clatter
of Rejection's Cruel Ire.

And I shall be at my best
for all of it.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Understanding the mind of a young woman

You cannot understand the mind of a young woman
Its like a religion
Facts and myths are told
Always beyond comprehension

You will figure out the facts
Small, little facts
Through the years of being together
Yet when you gather
Will your fellow man
(O so much better!)
Every single fact you tell is different from another
A man will tell a fact of a woman,
another man will say it is not true
And tell them his own facts
In which another argument will pursue

I shall explain more simply
Why it is pointless to understand the mind of a young woman
Because all women are different!
Men have the same mind
Women are individuals
She has her own feelings, experiences-
Secrets…

The mind of women is not for men to know
Because it is ours alone
Only women possess this gift
Or curse some may call it

To understand the mind of a woman
You must be one of our own
So if you wish to be one of our own
You may ask us, the secrets of a woman

If not
Don’t even try

poem by Fidelis Patronus
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Friday

Tuesday seemed like it was thursday
Yesterday I came back down
Standing there
Just like the fool I know I'd become
I realize that I'm aware
Once again I see the sunshine
Yeah, and
I wipe the sleep out of my eyes
Well I wake up
To find the world has not stopped turning
And I
And I am gonna be alright
And I lost way too much in you
Now I don't know what to do
Oh, Oh, Oh
I broke down
Just like I have so times before
Now I see that nothing has changed
Oh, Oh, Oh
And lately things
Have turned around back where they were before
And I got too much on my mind
Mind...
Tuesday seemed like it was thursday, WHOA
Yesterday I came back down
Standing there
Just like the fool I know I'd become
I realize that I'm aware
And I lost way too much in you
Now I don't know what to do
Oh, Oh, Oh
I broke down
Just like I have so times before
Now I see that nothing has changed
Oh, Oh, Oh
And lately things
Have turned around back where they were before
And I got too much on my mind
Mind...
I broke down
Just like I have so times before
Now I see that nothing has changed
Oh, Oh, Oh
And lately things
Have turned around back where they were before
And I got too much on my mind
Mind...
OLD SCHOOL GUITAR SOLO

song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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There Is No Retreating Or Ceasing Done

Painful realities
Are rising and creates unrest.
Truths today are being expressed.
And this is bringing those who know this...
Extreme unhappiness.
Acknowledgements leave some cringing.
Hiding misdeeds can no longer be kept swept.
Or buried under falsities...
Now clearing from the eyes of those who slept.
Those who 'see' the bigger picture.
And the difference between deceit and honesty.
One is clearly based on fact.
And the emergence of facts,
Have shocked those taken aback.
There is no retreating or ceasing done.
Enforcing a condoned ignorance,
Comes 'home' to stun!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Sign

You give me that...
Mind sign.
With a flirtiness that attacks.
Like a magnet that attracts.

You give me that...
Mind sign.
To mainfest a lust,
You envision done with us.

You give me that...
Mind sign.
And my defense is weak.
Making my knees wobble,
To please your need!

Like a thief you put your hooks in me.
To take my heart so quick and easy.

And you hypnotized me on the spot.
To make me babble like an idiot...
And I'm not!

But I'm liking it a lot!

You give me that...
Mind sign.
With a flirtiness that attacks.
Like a magnet that attracts.

You give me that...
Mind sign.
To mainfest a lust,
You envision done with us.

And-you've-got-me-waiting-with-an-anti cipating-must!
And oh-oh...
Yes you've-got-me-waiting-with-an-anticipating-must!

Ooooohhh,
You give me that...
Mind sign.
You give me that...
Mind sign.
You give me that...
Mind sign.
You give me that...
Mind sign!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Of It Desired Is Left To Protect

Use every element possible within your reach,
At your leisure.
Find it necessary to block the onslaught,
Of exposing attacks...
Upon a reality thought solid of unending facts.
Conditioned with beliefs kept as your secret weapon.

Keep them trapped,
And locked away in an unchanging mind...
As memories to discuss in debate,
With someone you would love to berate...
To find their theories of bigotry and hatred outdated.

One day you will awaken to discover the waste.
And your time spent dwindling,
Clinging onto delusions that are being removed,
From truth.
That same truth you used and filled,
With surrounding smoked screened fantasies...
Easily produced.

That very same truth,
You accused others you shamed and defamed...
Like so many who are now on the pursuit of sanity.
And anything that remotely expresses it!
Don't be surprised if lies you have kept sheltered.
With a wish to dissolve them from your existence....
Are very much alive and kept within your daily touch.

Remember this...
You fought to keep them,
Just the way they are.
And erasing them from your sight overnight,
Is going to be a challenge to regain and sustain...
Whatever you maintain is normalcy and correctness.
Since none of it desired is left to protect.
Not the way you suspect it should be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Seems Deliberate To Soften The Blows

It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When facts are revealed and the truth is exposed.
And the advocating of attacks on those picked,
Have been publicly admitted...
To have those accusing to be in the midst of it.

It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When opposition discover themselves as foes...
And not the ones they have depicted to be,
Of criminal intent...
As they wish others to believe and perceive.

It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When it has been revealed and the public knows...
Who has been incompetent!
With a sleazing of an integrity,
Undercover but eventually discovered.

To then have themselves excused...
With a forgiveness wished to be given.
And alibis used.
As a defense mechanism,
To make senseless their attacks...
They were prepared to abuse others without the facts

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Me Why

That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye

song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Awake And Aware

Impossible it is,
To turn back the clock.
To stop,
An action that should not have taken place.
Or erase words spoken to disgrace someone,
Who has not been faced...
Before proceeding to enact misdeeds,
Done with a doing.

Impossible it is,
To turn back the clock and freeze time.
With a changing of one's mind,
Realizing and to find steps taken...
Too premature and much too dangerous,
When one is unconscious but makes attempts...
To convince another awake and aware,
Of a misunderstanding.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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