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He Represents Their Ideal

I would say the other one.
Not 'that' one.
But the older one.
He has the more experienced presence.

'Why do you say that? '

He is inconsistent.
Clearly irrational.
Bares the scars from being abused!
Mentally imprisoned in a time warp.
And the look of being crazed!
He represents their ideal.

'I hadn't thought about that!
Perhaps that is the reason,
The race is a close one! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irrational and Radical Are The Changes

Irrational and radical are the changes.
And a leader selected is up to the task.
But many are living with minds locked,
In the past.
They can not grasp the notion of their desires,
No longer existing as reminsced.
Stuck they are in a time warp.
And this for them is unfortunate.

Irrational and radical are the changes.
It is as if Mother Nature is in on it.
It is as if the Earth too is disturbed...
And insists,
Only those priorities on Earth's list exists.
As we feed like ungrateful leeches.
Seeking to destroy,
The naturalness of things.

Irrational and radical are the changes.
As if a blame is trying to find a place,
To legitimize a reason why...
Upheaval is the only choice Mother Nature has made.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Hadn't Got You

If I hadn't got you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I lied all the time
If you never trusted my word
The love that we make
when feelings run high
Is all that makes sense in the world
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
If I ever go back
I'd be looking for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend wouId I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
Who's friend would I be if
I can't take a joke
If I can't pull a smile from a tear
The love that I feel
whenever you're close
Makes yesterday's hurt disappear
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
With my head in my hands
I've been waiting for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
So don't turn away
Never go back
Hold onto love
Cos love is all we have
Maybe you'll be lost in this world
Without me
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in misery
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you, yeah
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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I've certainly experienced racism, but it has not made a great impact on me. I have always thought, as I got older and older, I was more in charge of who I was. What someone thought about me or said about me made less of an impression on me at very vulnerable times.

quote by Robert Guillaume
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Scars

We all have scars.

Some visible and some hidden to the world.

We sometimes try to hide the physically scars because we think it is ugly,

but really having scars is not a bad thing.

It reminds us we can heal and get through the bad times both physically and mentally when we are ripped or torn apart.

So embrace you scars and keep on healing.

For healing and battling is a part of life.

Let people see your scars and how strong you are by healing.

poem by Christina J. Williams
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Fascist rebelliousness always occurs where fear of the truth turns a revolutionary emotion into illusions. In its pure form, fascism is the sum total of all irrational reactions of the average human character. To the narrow-minded sociologist who lacks the courage to recognize the enormous role played by the irrational in human history, the fascist race theory appears as nothing but an imperialistic interest or even a mere "prejudice." The violence and the ubiquity of these "race prejudices" show their origin from the irrational part of the human character. The race theory is not a creation of fascism. No: fascism is a creation of race hatred and its politically organized expression.

quote by Wilhelm Reich
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How Could You Know?

if you've never known hunger,
how could you know?
if you've never been homeless,
how could you know?
if you've never been sick,
and couldnt get medical care,
how could you know?

if you've never hid in the night
while the bombs fell around you,
how could you know?
if you've never killed, or
wanted to but didnt,
how could you know?
if you've never been abused,
beaten, or taken advantage of,
how could you know?
if you've never been imprisoned
for something you didnt do,
or for something you did,
how could you know?

if you've never been left alone,
without hope, without a prayer,
how could you know?

but if your brother or sister,
from anywhere around the world,
has done and felt and experienced
these things...
how could you not know?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Imprisonment

#Imprisonment

You are imprisoned in the house;
I could see you without a visit.
You are imprisoned in clothes;
I could guess you without a vision.
You are imprisoned in virtue;
I could gaze at you without a touch.
Having been imprisoned,
You have imprisoned me.
22.09.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Borrowed Time

When I was younger
Living confusion and deep dispair
When I was younger ah hah
Living illusion of freedom and power
When I was younger
Full of ideas and broken dreams (my friend)
When I was younger ah hah
Everything simple but not so clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Now I am older
The more that I see the less that I know for sure
Now I am older ah hah
The future is brighter and now is the hour
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Good to be older
Would not exchange a single day or a year
Good to be older ah hah
Less complications everything clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow

song performed by by Lennon John
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Deepness In The Throat

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Look at yourself making so many miscalculations
In your proclamations
As am I
We speak, we learn
We follow through
Like an oppression upon the chest
Looky their its sitting on that shelf
Just reach for it.

Bang bang the drugs take effect
Are you hallucinating yet.
Don't fret
You'll be soon enough
Think you got it rough
Come on now be tough
Stand up for yourself
Emotional distrust

Investigate that of what will be
Please stand before me
Tell your stories
They are not so far reaching
Am I the soul you have been needing
Well here you go
Here I am

Like the victim
Always like the victim
I say just listen
We all feel the same
If I can only take away a little bit of the pain
Trying to make myself sane
With a lonely complaint
I'm no saint
I'm no god
I just say what's comes from my heart
Like it or not

Memories of nightmares and dreams
From the clouds mine only can be found
If only for one dance
I'll tell you
I'll promise you
The world before the sunrise
Look into my deep brown eyes
Tell me they lie
Maybe your right
But not tonight.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Losing My Mind

“I think...”
I thought

but I had no sooner
thought the thought

than it claimed
independence from me.

“Thought is free! ”
it shouted in ringing Shakespearean tones.

I acted
at once

imprisoned it
in some deep dank dark dungeon

at the back of my mind

knowing that
if it succeeded

in seceding from me
& gained autonomy

that other thoughts
would come

(one upon one)

until they eclipsed
me in a wink

think me
out of existence.

I put down
the rebellion

with extreme
prejudice

but now find
I have inaugurated

Guerrilla warfare

as thoughts
snipe at me

blow up the bridges
of consciousness

that I think
into being.

I feel myself
weakening

and fear becoming
a prisoner

in my own
mind

kept in chains
(mentally speaking)

by the Thought
Police

and what
I am

thinking

of trying not to
think.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Like an Unused Expletive

When folks stop showing they care,
With expected responses
Others had grown accustomed,
To be shown reliably there.
And it has gone?
Something has turned around,
Something has gone wrong!
To expose a cold shoulder...
Never before thought could be found!

Like a familiar ride on a merry-go-round.
It may be there to provide a service.
Like an unused expletive!
Someone has chosen not to dignify,
To sting the atmosphere.
Or believe would satisfy a benefit,
To anyone overhearing it!

And with those warnings tossed aside,
An explanation tried in the past...
Dies.
A purpose seems to have come to a close.
With an attempt to save a repeated waste of time.
To halt before the repetition begins.

'What is being accomplished?
And for whose understanding...
Should I appear to be the idiot? '

Someone involved has taken another for granted.
And like an 'ex' of anything experienced...
An ax has been used to sever a close tie abused!
A determination has been made,
To move on!

Demonstrating...
A decay that has become addicting to some,
For one...
Who has had enough of that 'funky' stuff...
That is the one,
Who no longer has to tolerate a self infliction of BS.
It stinks and reeks.
And it can be removed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Got Time

Words and music by bob seger
I was born at the break of dawning
In the last days of the last great war
My father was not in the fighting
And my mother never had to mourn
I was raised, raised and taught to hurry
Ive been hurrying and worrying all my days
But now as Im getting older
I think Im learning how to run the race
And with you by my side, your heart close to mine,
Ive got time
I used to wake up every morning
And lie there far too long
I had no reason for living
Everything I did was wrong
With you, and your faith in me,
Oh, how you made my whole life shine
And Ive got time
You, and your faith in me,
Little girl, you made my whole life shine
And Ive got time

song performed by by Bob Seger
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Please go away

I thought it would be hard but I’m o.k.
I’m better off without you any way.
You’re a waste of time; I must get rid of you.
I’m sick of you and you’re a prick.
I can do better if you are away-
From my heart and from my thought.
I can do better if you are away,
Sans your presence and appearance.
Haunt me not; torment me not, be away.
I must live in peace; you must leave at once-
From my muse, and from my bones.
You gone out of sight, out of brain,
I could find ways to mend my ways.
I wish I hadn’t met you.
Be it a scar, better than burns.
Let us part, with the loss of the hope.
11.09.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who Thinks

How can anyone recognize someone who is crazed,
When that one represents the entire population?
One who thinks walks alone on a busy street!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always, everywhere - your ideal of what you long to attain - the ideal of health, efficiency, success.

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The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
Slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought i'd say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...
The less we show ...
The very first time i saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time i touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don't change
So the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how i could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...

song performed by by Cure
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My Eyes Were On Your Tomatoes

I now am missing kissing.
And that's since I've gotten older...
With time to think of this,
Especially when it's cold outside...
And I'm inside with wishes.
Wanting more to snuggle close.
And I connect that to being older.

Oh how I like to dance.
And when I dance I hear the jokes.
The young folks laugh and the old ones sit.
As I dance on the floor,
Not giving a...
Well,
Not much thought of it!

And when I invite 'anyone',
To do a 'swing' with me...
I refer to the dance.
But there's a hush that is silent.
And the floor is cleared,
Instantly.

'You dance too dirty old man.'

Excuse me?
What on Earth are you thinking about?

Even at the grocery store,
I'm careful of the questions I ask.
I try to stay focused...
With other things on my mind.

Are those breasts fresh?

'I beg your pardon? '

Those breasts you've selected,
And packed in your bag.
Those chicken breasts,
Are they fresh?

'Oh?
I suppose they are.
Everything I've got is fresh.'

Well that's a relief.
Do you mind if I touch them?
I haven't seen them look that good,
In quite some time.

'My breasts? '

Oh no, no, no.
I'm sorry.
My eyes were on your tomatoes.

'You don't shop too often do you? '

Not at this time of the day.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's the Moral of the Thing

i like your hair she tells me
speaking everything but the lie
she describes it as the reason
why she could not stand to die

as she notices its flicker
and its beuty in the light
she relises it's rareness
it's beuty when in sight

she reaches out to touch it
i move away real fast
for looking should be enough
if you really want it to last

something so amazing
should never be abused
for once it has been broken
it can not be reused.

it's not the hair that matters
but the moral of this rhyme
for everything must die
as it grows older over time

poem by D.M. Barber
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Her absence too enthuses.

When I shared her presence, I was in exuberance.
When I left her, her absence kept me in excellence,
As I mediated on the essence of her presence,
Experienced in our romance, a rare occurrence.
Her presence and absence are charging me alike.
21.10.2000

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I was attached to an open womb

I was to attached to an open womb! !

I kinda didn't know my role

I just didn't know how to disconnect my self from an open womb. I can see the hurt, I can see the pain, I thought if I could aid to treat what I see it would've been about his healing process and repositioning his thinking. I was told so many things in thee beginning about ones up bringing, how there mom abused, and misused her children and wasn't the best mom she could've been. He told me she did this, and that! and when I tried to leaned hand to help him he would smack my hand I had to pull it back, but mentally he was drive me insane often. Crying aloud that i need some help! ! ! ! ! But didn't get it he never because of the trust issue that he had to experience and I tried to be there for him as a good friend to help him. But he became so wombed that a band aide became his clothing while he was left up treated, mentally and physically because he was addicted to his experiences.

poem by Clarence Williams
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He Represents Their Ideal

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Irrational and Radical Are The Changes

If Hadn't Got You

Scars

How Could You Know?

Imprisonment

Borrowed Time

Deepness In The Throat

Losing My Mind

Like an Unused Expletive

Ive Got Time

Please go away

Who Thinks

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My Eyes Were On Your Tomatoes

It's the Moral of the Thing

Her absence too enthuses.

I was attached to an open womb

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