Illegitimate
No one knew.
They kept this to themselves.
For years they carried this,
On their shoulders.
With a pain unaddressed.
Cloaked in a silentness.
Then one day the birth of it shown.
They had secrets hidden and unknown.
And from their lips the truth of it flown.
Admitting it quick they felt illegitimate.
They had been impregnated by thoughts...
An outsider had brought.
None of which they claimed or sought.
And with others they had fought.
Until they realized the lies.
Seeking now to legitimize their cries.
Hoping their delay...
Has not jeopardized their lives!
They deserve to criticize like the rest.
Afterall...
The birthing of awareness,
Is something no one ever regrets.
When it comes to open minds...
Disception and dishonesty attempts to infest!
In these darkened times.
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Unfulfilled
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Everything but truth has been sought.
Bringing tears to dropp from many dried eyes.
Crying about their losses and wondering why?
With hollowed prayers demanding from God...
To deliver them from the onslaught of reality,
They choose to deny in its entirety.
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Unfulfilled and blindly selfish.
Self centered and disrespecting.
And still trying to make attempts to climb,
A greased ladder!
If that was possible to achieve.
But to what heights could they freely breathe?
When it is on the ground,
Where the trees provide that need.
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Some have been led to believe,
Their lives are exclusively lived.
With disregard for others.
As if their moments here on Earth,
Have annointed them more deserving!
But all that changes...
When The Creator decides,
To take away what He alone awards...
With gratitude to those He knows,
Appreciates His Love.
And bestowing upon them proof,
Of His existence.
And many can not come to do this.
To recognize their eyes,
Would not open...
If this was not the will of God!
Since they have prioritized their lives...
To be lived in indifference.
Excited by the presence of ignorance.
With a helpless attachment to conflict!
Sealed by a victory.
At the expense of remaining,
Unfulfilled!
And killing themselves,
For the thrill of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End of Innocence
Secrets, secrets
Lies, lies
She sits in her room
And cries and cries
There’s no more trust
In this girls heart.
She finally found out
That life isn’t so perfect
She lived in dreams,
As children often do
Into the world everyone knew
Things that once were
Happiness once known;
The truth of it all
To her was shown
Her little heart
Will never trust again
She’ll never know
A real true friend
No more trust
For no more lies
She’ll sit in her room
And cry and cry.
poem by Chynna Mccaskill
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End of Innocense
secrets, secrets
lies, lies
she sits in her room
and cries and cries
there's no more trust
in this young girls heart
she finally found out
that life isnt perfect
she lived in dreams
as children often do
but she crawled out
into the world that everyone knew
things that once were
happiness once known
the truth of it all
to her was shown
her little heart
will never trust again
she'll never know
a real true friend
no more trust
she'll sit in her room
and cry and cry
poem by Nissa Armstrong
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Words are not just words
i'm confused and lost in my thoughts,
but what you said,
really had affected me,
i felt like a prize ppl want,
once they get it,
there will be nothing else,
that they would want,
never knew words can hurt so much,
words were how my abuser,
knew how to get me to stay,
all of the lies he told,
it was so easy to believe,
becuz they hurt,
they still haunt me,
i admit that i still compare ppl,
from time to time,
it what i need to work on,
i hate that when somebody do,
one wrong thing,
i hold them accountable,
but yet why do i feel so bad,
when ppl have the right to pick their actions,
why do i think i'm the one to blame,
i did nothing wrong,
i feel guilt and shame,
what i have always felt all my life,
i continue to let ppl off easy,
when they hurt me,
i suck it up,
and pretend it don't hurt,
but at times,
i would rather cut myself,
just so i won't have to feel the pain,
and wonder what i did wrong to deserve it,
there are times i know i deserve better,
but the pain from the past,
attract me to ppl who don't know what they have,
until it gone.
poem by Mona Martinez
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The truth
The truth is what we don't see
It is the innocent glace across the room
full of admiration, love and pain
Secrets,
So many secrets hidden in one glance
We cover the truth with lies of approval,
so that no one judges us,
so we fit in,
but really, People will always judge us,
we will never fit in,
We dont need their approval,
All we need in love, happiness and peace in our souls
But the truth will never be known
Because were too busy seeking the approval
of those who will never approve.
poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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End of Innocence By Christina Montona
Secret, Secrets
Lies, Lies
She sits in her room
and Cries and Cries
There’s no more trust
In this girl’s heart
She finally found out
That life isn’t perfect
She lived in dreams
As children often do
But she crawled out
Into the world everyone knew
Things that once were
The truth of it all
to her was shown
her little heart
will never trust again
she’ll never know
a real true friend
no more trust
for no more lies
she’ll sit in her room
and cry and cry
poem by Courtney Lynn
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Live To Tell (Live)
I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall
A man can tell a thousand lies
Ive learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell the secrets I have learned, till then
It will burn inside of me
I know where beauty lives
Ive seen it once I know the warmth she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you cant take that from me
A man can tell a thousand lies
Ive learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell the secrets I have learned, till then
It will burn inside of me
The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell the secrets I knew then
Will I ever have a chance again ?
If I ran away, Id never have the strength to go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart ?
Will it grow cold the secrets that I hide ? Will I grow old ?
How would they hear ? They would they learn ?
How would they know ?
A man can tell a thousand lies
Ive learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell the secrets I have learned, till then
It will burn inside of me
The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell the secrets I knew then
Will I ever have a chance again ?
A man can tell a thousand lies
Ive learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell the secrets I have learned, till then
It will burn inside of me
Madonna
Du Film At Close Range
song performed by by Madonna
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.
This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasized Out Of Reason
The proof is in the evidence.
Accusations end...
When one's lips have been sealed,
To reveal fingerprints.
And only then are confessions,
Reluctantly made.
And when this happens,
A seeking of forgiveness seems shallow.
The act of it expresses one's narrow mind.
With attempts to define the crime,
As not as serious...
If the act itself is admitted!
These folks have been watching,
Too much TV and fantasized out of reason.
Admitting anything makes the act of it okay.
And the logic in their minds has been betrayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Stains
Interactive thoughts, mindless battles we fought, a kinder love we sought.
Wars we fought, promises we never sworn, a kinder love-now gone.
Secrets we compress, lies we express, a darker love we try to impress.
Showers of rain, a much more confident pain, an eternal stain…
The things we face or come across everyday determine our future or decisions we make. Our lives are always at stake. Consequence feeds of the mistakes we make…
So let’s unite against mistakes, integrate our thoughts for a good cause.
Because lest we, we’ll find ourselves in debates of useless points, individuals making the wrong noise. Degrading the use of their voice.
But hey! It’ll be their choice, their point, their voice, their thoughts they are putting across… So Yeah. I mo leave it at that.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Concepts of Success
If you are stressed,
And at times depressed!
With thoughts self defeating
From a beating you digest.
Perhaps you should relax!
Give your mind a rest!
Chances are you suffer...
During thoughts 'infested'
With concepts of success!
Let go of comparisons,
To others and what they have!
Chances are everything they own
Is rented, leased with or without...
Something that keeps them feeling sad!
If you are happy and glad,
To be just who you are...
Your star shines much brighter,
Than those pretending they are better
Than anything you 'really' are!
Concepts of success,
Can distract someone who is blessed!
Many have not achieved that at all.
And they spend much time...
Trying to keep hidden a mess,
Kept concealed in their hearts...
For fear of sharing with you,
What they are too afraid to confess!
They are locked into images...
And spending every waking moment,
Doing their best
Wishing to impose
An impression they are hoping,
Remains in the minds exposed...
To trinkets that are flaunted,
With price tags still shown on clothes!
And there are so many of them,
'High and fixed'
Blissed to sit with lives committed...
On an ego overdose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rest Might
The rest might...
Criticize.
The rest might,
Analyze the times.
But these are
Only the times to live.
And these are
Only the times to give...
'What' and 'how' we can.
The rest might...
Try to hide.
The rest might,
Cry with alibis.
But sympathies
Really do not pay.
Not even wishing
That these times go away.
Nothing,
Today will stay!
The rest might...
Close their eyes.
The rest might,
Fight themselves inside.
But even having nothing more to say...
Wont make a difference,
If all things decay...
Right before our eyes!
The rest might...
Criticize.
The rest might,
Analyze the times.
But these are
Only the times to live.
And these are
Only the times to give...
'What' and 'how' we can.
So live your life enhanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outsider
The many childhood memories that I have
are lonely ones of being an outsider.
I never mixed very well
and was always the last one,
other children wanted to call a friend.
I was a quiet person
who spent much of his time alone
buried deep within his own thoughts.
At classes, I always got the lowest grades,
on vacation I almost always was on my own.
I would sit for hours just pondering on my thoughts.
I never grew out of being an outsider,
different from the rest.
My early life was over shadowed
by younger sister whom my parents adored.
Every achievement that I made
my sister could do it better.
Not only was I an outsider at school,
but also at home a well.
In 1959, I left the shores
of the place I called home
to go back to the place of my birth.
Not until forty-two years later
would, I set foot on that soil again.
Things in the world had changed,
but not so much for me
as I was still a stranger
in the land I called my home.
13 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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So Afraid To Be Revealed
There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.
Their misdeeds directed have come to affect their minds.
And the years of deceit now have come to surface.
In illnesses they try to numb.
With prescribed drugs to keep them hidden.
But eventually...
Truth shows what they have done!
There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.
But their agonies...
Keep them from peacefully sleeping.
Their agonies keep them constantly weeping.
With no escape...
From the misdeeds they can not shake!
Or from them go away!
To live lives for them that have been totally fake!
And they may or may not know...
What they've done to others,
Those that were not aware of it...
See it cleary.
Because truth always shows,
What has not before been exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Man's Farewell
Farewell, my pilgrim guest, farewell,
A few days since thou wert unknown,
None shall thy future fortunes tell,
But sweetly have the moments flown!
And kindness, like the sun on flowers,
Soon chas'd away thy tender gloom;
New-fledg'd the sable-pinion'd hours,
And wove bright tints in Fancy's loom.
We sought no secrets to divine,
Neither thy name nor lineage knew,
Our hearts alone have question'd thine,
And found that all was just and true.
Pass not with hasty step, I pray,
Across the threshold of my door!
But pause awhile, with kind delay,
We shall behold thy face no more!
Once only in a hundred years,
The aloe's precious blossoms swell,
So, in thy presence it appears,
That Time has blossom'd, fare thee well!
poem by Matilda Betham
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Not Even the Obvious Shelters Can Protect Those Afraid
It is not easy,
Being the one deceived.
Or having that done,
By more than one.
But once that is known...
The flight from it,
Can bring one a happiness.
When it is realized,
How many have accepted it.
Without comprehending...
The participants and the depth of it!
It is not easy,
Discovering the truth.
When so many deny that it exists.
Afterall...
Aren't beliefs based on non-fiction?
How can so many,
Live addicted to fiction?
But it has been done!
And to awaken from delusions,
Can stun anyone!
And this stunning when it comes...
Many will attempt to shun!
However...
This is 'reality'.
There regardless...
Who decides from it to run!
And those who were taunted,
By those who flaunted lives of lies...
Are not the ones trying to disguise,
The gloom that appears in their eyes!
A consciousness that has arrived,
Is there openly to see.
And not stunted behind masquerades...
By those in fear,
Seeking somewhere to hide!
Or somewhere to cloak,
Unspoken feelings felt inside.
These are the days,
Bare neccesities are craved.
And yet egos in self praise...
Are the ones finding the most discomfort.
But truth never hides,
Or provides charades!
Not even the obvious shelters,
Can protect those afraid!
'This is the dawning of the Age of Reality.
The Age of Re-al-ity.
Ree-al-ity!
Harmony and understanding...
And so forth and so on it goes!
And where it stops?
Nobody knows! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth: : Humour, Inspiration
Tell the truth, are you crazy, the truth is for fools
In my clever world it’s lying which rules
Why opt for something as silly as sincerity
When you can easily choose dishonesty
Then you can tell lies upon lies upon lies
So many out there for you to devise
And believe them yourself, very nearly, why not
You weaved such an interesting, exciting plot
The truth, big deal, the truth is nothing but lies
My truth’s so much better, at least in my eyes
My lies versus the truth, so easy to win
Because I can keep lying ad nauseum
I’ll just spout out a lie, how easy was that
Don’t look for the truth in my kind of chat
You think I’ll be discovered, I’m way too smart
I’ll never say what’s there in my heart
My heart was stunted a long time ago
All this lying stopped any chance it could grow
When you don’t speak from your heart, it’s hard to see
The difference between truth and dishonesty
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Seeking Immortality
There is a redundancy reviewed.
And kept as fresh...
As if it is the next best thing!
Like the renewal of something staged and seen.
To keep those memories alive....
Of those times lived one survived.
There is a stale repeatedness,
Offering little originality.
As if a creativity...
Is feared by those seeking,
Immortality.
Hidden behind,
Quick touches for lust.
And the uselessness of reliving,
Times never to return.
May be one of the reasons why...
The thought of living in the 'now' as it is,
Leaves many hungering...
For clocks to stop.
And time backwards to turn,
Or cosmetically for some to want to try.
When they relied on others,
To be accountable in days long gone.
So they could live their lives,
As irresponsible kids.
With the innocence of chaos...
To inflict and carry on.
Like many immature today,
Still make attempts to do.
As they yesterday did when they hid...
In places to keep from facing the truth!
You know how children play peek-a-boo?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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