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I Could. I Would. And, I Will...

In a flight that has never grounded me,
To relate to life in physical limits.
To perceive an existence,
Bombarded with restrictions.
An acceptance of that...
I would not allow to weigh on my back.

Different,
I had been depicted.

But a resistence to this,
Did little to prevent my wishes...
To fulfill and make real,
Those reachable dreams.

I could. I would. And, I will...
See!
With a confidence driven by nail biting sacrifice.
And a discipline applied day and night...
To make my creative beliefs come true.
They just would not let 'me' let 'them' go.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Has Not Been Your Objective

I will not slip into wickedness,
Because that is what you wish.
Nor will I pray to be forgiven of sins.
Or temptations you have teased me with.

I am not the one,
To be conditioned how to live.
With your beliefs thrown upon me,
To keep me feeling of myself as negative.

This process you have chosen,
To diminish my identity.
Will never sit well...
With contradictions you uphold.
And do not dispel.
But choose to dangle in front of me,
As a process of an equality.

And to find within restrictions,
A limitation to place my need to be me...
Will never satisfy an acceptance of a life,
That is mine!
With a pride and dignity I carry inside.
With a presence I do not seek for you to define.

To you I do not owe an existence,
By which I will sit in a wickedness...
Inflicted by your wishes,
To teach as lessons preached.
In sermons from pulpits to have me reach...
For wings in the beyond.

While you use my ignorance,
To leech from me my freedom?
In a continued display that maintains disrespect.
And you want me to believe,
This is all I can expect?
If ever you see me on my knees...
Not a vision of you do I have,
Coming to my aid with aims to please.

And blessings I have received from God,
Has taught me the clarity of that!
You are not the creator of my breath.
Or separate dreams kept,
To fulfill you can meet to satisfy or have met.
And I have known that has not been your objective!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sleep Away The Day

We sleep to forget,
to stop the madness,
to make life just a little more bearable,
to make us feel in control,
to make all the bad people go away,

We sleep for the fun of it,
to make our life in a world of our creation,
to remember those who have left us,
to make us feel our imagination come to life,
to feel the magic of life around us,

We sleep to be things were not,
to make us a doctor
to make us an army man
to make us a police officer
to make us the President/Prime Minister

We sleep to feel alive,
to those who say dreams are not real,
i say to you,
do you not feel in your dreams,
do you not get caught in the moment of a dream,
do you not wish you could control reality,
do you not wish for the best in life,

That is why we dream,
to fulfill our wishes,
it is the one place we are gods,
so i say next time you want to give up and die
i say...

Sleep Away The Day!

copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross

poem by Dustin Ross
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Duplication Of A Dream One Wishes

Beauty can be depicted,
To become one's replica...
Of a perception of it.

Whether on canvas or in magazines.
3D movies and on smaller screens.
Even in pageant shows,
With beauty depicted row after row...
Of replicas posing,
Hoping to reflect an acceptance of it.
To come close but not a clone.

And beauty represented for what it is,
Can never be duplicated!
Imitated, yes!
Duplicated, no!
Not as much as it can be appreciated,
When first and only seen.

Dolls are manufactured in factories,
To assemble for the purposes of just that.
A duplication of a dream one wishes,
To fulfill as fantasized...
As an image sought one seeks to re-create,
To be perceived as the real thing.
Like a snowflake when under microscope,
But not quite as closely scoped,
To examine as being unique 'and' original.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven By You

Words and music by brian may
Oh - everything I do I do for you
Oh yeah
We touch and youre afraid of me and
We burn and now Im at your feet
High speed,but you know youre in safe hands
In the dark we make a brighter light
From one spark to the horizon wide
We trust and together we tame the land - yeah
Youd be forgiven if you think youre dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh - come on babe
Oh well its tough to make a journey through
The right stuff is dead ahead of you and me
And you know weve still got time
Hold on tight to the driving wheel
This ride is really out of line
Raw deal, but theres no other thats worth a dime
You know I love you but you drive me crazy
cos youre saying all the things I want to say to you
You say
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (4x)
Everything we do is driven by you
Inner children lost their way
Now they know the price you pay
Im holding on to life with you
cos life without you just wont do
Driven by you
You know Im never going to know whos dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (8x)
Everything we do is driven by
Driven by
Driven by you
Oh - everything I do I do for you

song performed by by Queen
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A few solitary thoughts

I sit browsing a world, virtual yet stylish
I have my headset on
A Tamil song played, which I care not
To escape Mamma`s scoldings, only my aim
To the aim my hopes always go
Filled, my mind with hopes and wishes
And eyes still sleepy, I wish 'not again'
An interpretation to dreams, got my mentor to say
Foolish hopes and beliefs with me to act
In real I know not, what does play
To make them all come true.
Dreams do have boundaries

poem by Evangeline Ray
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Effort

It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.

And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.

With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.

It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.

Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is Hope?

Never was a larger word
than Hope;
all dreams reside there;

In the Future,
resides our desires laid bare;
our Now wants to go there
our Past wants to be washed away
or celebrate there-
inside Hope's Cathedral.

Hope is the Promised Land.
both Means
and Destination.

But, what good does Hope do
if it goes away
after
what we hope for comes true?

Is there not another dream then
that Hope must then fulfill?

But, here we ask
what then is Hope itself?

Is it my Expectation Confident
that what I want
will come true?

Is it merely that Leap of Faith
that all that currently ails
will dissipate
in my hoped-for future state?

If all is risked on this single word
then we must know exactly
what it is;
for me
what is Hope's meaning for me?

Well the Expectation idea
that Hope is the confidence that
want I want will come true
is too much for me.
I don't have that kind of confidence
do you?

Nothing for me is ever for sure
not even Hope
itself
because, as we all know, Hope can
give way to Black Despair where
by definition Hope has gone
and fled.

Since no one can read our future states
we bob and weave between
hoping for hope
but fearing despair.

I rather like the Leap of Faith Idea
where we all make
the assumption that actions now,
will in future state,
pay off
and Hope will fulfill the expectations
we have placed there.

But note,
it is all too true that Hope
then is fully based
on Leaps of Faith
and then we ask
faith in what?

If all of Human-Kinds Hopes
distill from Human-Kinds Dreams
then upon what faith did cavemen
dream of a better world?

Upon a pagan God,
restless shadows on the cave wall,
incantations said and made?

But the pointed point here is
that our ancestors did have
blind faith in something which
caused them to feel that dreams
they dreamed
had some Hope of becoming Real
and that Hope
had to involve for them an enormous leap
beyond what they could see
in their lives then.

So Leaping then is what we do
even where there is no evidence
in reality that our dreams
however fervently held
will ever actually come true.

So Hope we see
is bound up with
Mystery
and Leapings
into Voids
with nothing more
than the belief
that in dreaming
it
we can make it come true-
be brought into reality.

Rather like writing a poem.

Humm, the moral here:
Nothing can be done
unless one
has the dream
and Hope
to make it so
and by hoping bring it
into reality.

This seems to be
the true History
of Human-Kind
at its best
and
at its
worse.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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It Is a Great Feeling to Wake Up

It is a great feeling to wake up!
And not be intimidated by an array of fears.
To enjoy one's life the way it is...
And not be bombarded,
By a schedule kept routined...
With a wish restrictions would just disappear.

With a life like this,
Seems so limited.
Until one decides life is to be lived.
And not chased by demands...
That can drain a peace of mind.
Only to discover a basicness that appears.
And it is great to finally wake up...
To find a simple existence,
Leads to true happiness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Limits

One life - never been a riddle
Black nights - live it to the max
Its all extremely done
No way - to colonise the middle
Ride hard - desperadoes at your back
Under a blood red sun
In this world - up to us
We stand or we fall - yeah
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits - no limits all the way
Gear up - life is what we make it
Rock hard - shaft it to the top
Weve only just begun
Suns up - were gonna do some shakin
Break out - we give it all we got
Make way cause here we come
In this world we decide
To answer the call - yeah
We got no limits, ...
Power n riches n rank
Mean nothing at all
Render the game to the en
Once and for all - once and for all - yeah
We got no limits, ...
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits
Evrybody live the life

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Where Dreams Make You

Ah, to awaken in the aegis of your amorous embrace,
Entranced by the awe-inspiring beauty of your Angelic face,
Ever-enraptured and enamored by your amazing grace-
An emotion embossed upon my soul, which time itself may not efface!

If only wondrous dreams could marry reality
And an existence as this, supplanted the duality
I now live, betwixt what is veridical and mere fantasization;
If but I may conjure it up, with my imagination,
Then I may learn to fashion verity, from thought,
To make my dreams come true, where now, they are not!

For now my beloved, all I have are fanciful dreams,
Where you are made real-or so, to me, it seems,
As I somniate in a state where my dreams may make true
All I have ever wanted-where dreams make you!

-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
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Keep This In Your Mind And Soul All The Time

You can not sit on your wishes and dreams,
Expecting to be given a change of scene.
Get up and make it real what it is you wish.
Get up and make it real what it is you dream.
No boat is going to float over your threshold.

Keep this in your mind and soul all the time,
No boat is going to float over your threshold.
To allow you to wine and dine.

If you've got the melody and the rhythm with rhyme,
You've got to move this from your mind to your feet.
No one but you can make real whatever it is,
You want to chew with your teeth.
If you have a need to eat...
You are the one that has to cook.
You alone have to supply and stir up the heat!

Keep this in your mind and soul all the time,
No boat is going to float over your threshold.
To allow you to wine and dine.

You can not sit on your wishes and dreams,
Expecting to be given a change of scene.
Get up and make it real what it is you wish.
Get up and make it real what it is you dream.
No boat is going to float over your threshold,
Anytime soon.
If you're not prepared to row or energize that boat...
You might as well float off and go back to sleep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing Is Like A Diet

It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it...
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!

It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it.
Those who do may not sleep,
At night.
Or discover they have lost an appetite.

Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
Those who ask how writing is done...
Usually have no idea,
Of what they must overcome.

Some believe writing is nothing but fun.
But those committed...
Know writing is more like a spouse,
That can be quiet as a mouse.
Then at other times a shouting occurs...
Heard from the inside,
With a wish to come out!

Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.

It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it!
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Than This

Every (for a?) second of your life
Tell me if (that?) its true
I'm waiting for a sign
It's all i want of you
You heart hides a secret
A promise of what is
Something more than this
Just a second of your time
Any one will do
The (a?) taste of any other
Is all i want from you
Offer me the world
How can i resist
Something more than this
Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as is seems
Too see touch taste smell hear
But never know if its real
But never know if its real
Every (for a?) second of you life
Tell me if its true
Anywhere we are
It's all i want of you
In your lips lies a secret
A promise of a kiss
Or (of?) something more than this
Just a second of your time
Any one will do
Deny (to know?) any other
Is all i want from you
Giving me the world
You know (now?) i cant resist
Something more than this
Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
Never really understand
What anything means
What anything means
Another second of my life
Not knowing if its true
Make believe in nothing
It's all i want of you
Whispering the (whisper me a?) secret
Whisper in my ears (whisper me there is?)
Always something other
Something more than this

song performed by by Cure
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All These Years

All these years
I have waited
I am still waiting
I shall keep on waiting
For the fulfillment of
My dreams
I am neither frustrated
Nor depressed
I was hopeful
I am hopeful
The day will come
When my dreams
Come true
I am not in a hurry
Hope and confidence
Does not let
My desires die
Delusions of the mind
Keep trying
To make me embrace
Madness
Crumble my confidence
Turn my life into hell
Desires keep coming
Contentment
Keeps me smiling
Patiently I wait
For my dreams
To come true
01-01-2012
1902-01-12

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Ignoble Achievement

Conflicting ideals create chaos in the mind,
on the one hand, nobility of self-discipline
and virtue of patience - I tried to acquire
these virtues when I was small - and -

Found it impossible - on the other hand,
the spontaneity of creative fun, finding
happiness in unbridled activity; how to
reconcile dreams of Biblical discipline

With spontaneity - self-discipline requires the
sacrifice of short-term advantages and lesser
goals for long-term benefits, creating a need
for wisdom to know what are these – yet

Love, unconditional acceptance of what-is, still
is the highest ideal; though subject to insight,
knowing which deeds will benefit others and
which won’t – this requires quiet reflection

Violating the rights of others in serving our loved
ones always has bad effects because the means
simply becomes the end - using ignoble means
to achieve a noble purpose quickly degrades

The achievement to the ignoble also, the saddest
effect of any human deed - and -
where does this leave me?

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Dreaming Upon the Open Air of Endless Possibilities

Towards the sky,
Dreams lay breathless
Pausing for beautiful serenity
Resting at ease
Amongst the essence of endless possibilities
Blessed by the visions that have yet to be achieved
Prospecting visions upon a deep thought provoking venture

Ambitions, A breath of fresh air has been released
Funneling hope towards sweet scented loyalty
Smells of new found confidence
Upon these newly formed inner beliefs
That all will grow beyond a once tiny spec of acceptance
Frolicking on like a Child without any worry

Nostalgia, sweet nostalgia

Going back to this youthful imagination
Giving wings to the flight of yesterday's wishes
Striving to recapture the confidence that escaped me years ago
Becoming at peace with every pain that had me under it's control
Imagination has no limits whatsoever

Oh, How I love living inside myself
What about the outside?

Reality hits
The present comes back with a switchblade vengeance
Stabbing itself straight into my heart
Shattering itself into thorns
So it can be the crown endearment of this mind
As misery makes itself at home again

Who is that I see?
Who is this person's reflection in front of me?
Looks so familiar
Why is he smiling at me?

Me? It is I?
How can this be?
I put my hand upon this very mirror
Being pulled right in
How can this be?
My reflection switches sides
As I shatter into many small pieces

It's me, It's truly me
A brand new me
Still feeling the things always felt
Yet, As I walk outside I breathe fresh air

Loneliness has it's burdens
But only time can cleanse itself of pain
Love, Coming it's way from self
Spreading abroad towards welcoming faces to see, Seize

Towards the sky I breathe on strong
Walking hand in hand with love
No one walks besides me
But I can dream while I am still alone

This heart beats to the tune of a lover's ballad
Winds of change harp ethereal chimes
Reigning golden amongst a future of mutual admirations
As dreams become a possibility of happiness and so on

I came back to go forward
Towards a life woven by unconditional love
Was this a dream? A vision
I guess only time will tell

Out of myself
And into the light
Is where I need to be
In this self love I spread
Beyond the long and winding distance ahead of me

Off to,
Wherever my heart, mind and soul may roam

May the future grow beyond even it's own wildest dreams

poem by James Darwin Smith II
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption

Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.

If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.

My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaccustomed to Set Limits

Spoiled.
Greedy...
And selfish.

All unregrettably,
Connected to a mindset...
Unaccustomed to set limits.

Even with limits presented...
They have been conditioned,
To pray.

In the hopes that a god depicted,
Will grant their wishes...
To have it their way.

A god to demand they made exclusive.
To protect and induce them...
With the right to invade foreign lands.
To take from others' hands,
What they have...
And slay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed Wishes

Fixed wishes from us begin to drift,
As they currently relate to a life lived...
That is.
In the present to be passed.
Remembered,
As we travel on...
To welcome new experiences.

Fixed wishes to keep in place,
Youthful faces that times ages.
And appearances to remain untouched.
As if seasons come to go,
But do not released from us...
Noticeable physical changes.
Producing within us a sadness that remains.

And we sit with fixed wishes,
Unaccepting that which this is...
A life,
We all have come to live...
Is not in a forever hereafter kept.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make a wish

Make a wish on a falling star,
Make my pain go away,
Make me happy once more,
I close my eye to make my wish,
I know that my wish won’t come true,
But I try and try yet wishing it over and over again,
Hoping this time it will come true,
This wish was to be free from all my pain, sorrows, broken heart, basically everything in life,
Life that was granted for me,
I walk on this lonely night looking up in sky making my wish,
Wish for everything will be all right,
You told me to close me eyes make wish on a first falling star you see tonight,
Yet my wishes hasn’t came true,
Waking a wish will always forever be my wish to get rid of the things I feel.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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