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In Acceptable Bondage

They find themselves in acceptable bondage.
Feeling complete and shackled,
With a dignity and pride...
Only money and the absence,
Of an identity can buy!

Trapped by things that can not touch them back!
However...
They have secured their place,
With the best of those achieving...
The heights of a nothingness to offer!
And 'that' they believe...
Will leave a mark of success,
That feeds others best!

Their accomplishments will go down,
In a history that has already been forgotten.
But who cares?
They did prove without question,
They and they alone...
Can and did live well!

Without a documented fact,
That they ever lived at all!
Just produced.
An array of discretions...
To sustain an influx,
Of their own seductions.
And this did not require an insight,
To inspire!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Underneath

Look at me.
And look at what I've got.

'Which is? '

Things.
I've got things.

'Which are?
And does what...
For whom? '

Impress.

'Who?
Impressed by 'that'?
I am not.
What else can you show me,
That you've got? '

Me?

'Is that a question?
Is that hidden underneath an identity,
I can not see? '

Identity?
That's not my priority.

'You are right.
And that is quite obvious.
As clear as clean glass
Anyone can see through.'

Well...
At least I am showing something I can offer.

'To who?
And what would that be? '

MY things.

'And that would leave you with...
What? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will You Be Able To Understand My Last Option, Or Just Tell Me I'm Wrong?

i can tell you how much i hate my life,
and still you would not understand my stuggles,
everyday i find myself in a place i don't like,
and can't seem to excape,
i wonder when i can find peace,
just to live my life,
to enjoy it like i use to,
but now it became hard,
my cloulds are gray,
with lots of rain,
and it seems like nobody even cares,
when i scream at the tops of my lungs,
it's like nobody hears,
they missing what's in front,
without knowing how to help,
it's like i'm trapped in a place,
i don't want to go,
but, nobody knows how to help,
lost and confused,
where my only option,
seems to be suicide,
but so many questions left remaining,
whether it be about my family,
and others i leave behind,
without a reason of my absance,
just a broken heart and anger,
into why i did it,
why i take the easy way out,
without getting help?
to me, my only question is,
what would they do?
it seems as if nobody can understand,
let alone find a way to help,
so my last question is,
why not do it,
everything else seem to already fail?
Copyright © 2009
11-18-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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Trapped In Success

I am trapped in success and,
I need a safe house to be in;
I an trapped in the mystics of many talents!
So, do give me a helping hand to reach up there.
Success, success, success!
I am trapped in success and i need help from you;
I am without a clue like a glue and,
My situation is like a paradigm of a proactive show.

Open the doors for me to enhance my various talents,
Of a readable and a compelling account of the myths of realities!
Who am i?
For i am trapped in success without a clue like a glue.
Like a sweeping story of pride is this message to your ears but,
Smartness in appearance fosters the smartness of the mind.
Be my guest into the world of wisdom and success,
For there is no vision except by faith;
And you may find what you want by looking for it.
To look beyond the blue lines and to be what i am today,
But i am trapped in success!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A personal goal

Set the personal goal and try to scale new heights
Never get burdened with more worries and weights
Nothing can discourage you from achieving it
You may always think positive and remain fit

You must think of doing always good
It must serve you as nourishing food
Everything must move and go in planned way
You must stick to pint and hold the sway

It is highly improper on our part to neglect
We should be careful to choose or select
Even people’s representative must be chosen to elect
This must be made known as simple fact

You may go down in history as coward
There won’t be any prize or reward
You should think of future and go ahead
You must provide leadership and lead

There is nothing impossible in this world
Try to live with warm relation and not cold
Have complete harmony with neighbors
Don’t bear ill will or encourage to harbor

There can’t be escape from our responsibility
We have developed skill and have the capability
It needs for sight and clear vision
Only timely action needed with decision

What are we trying to achieve for?
Is it only personal interest in store?
Do we seek and fight only for gain?
Is there no other way to reduce the pain?

How many may be reaching to the safety?
It may take for them whole life to reach fifty
There won’t be left any more charm
There might have been taken some recourse for harm

It has to be step forward with clear aim
No tall promises and unnecessary claims
Clear the way of all hurdles and offer the blow
It may then be the way open for us to grow

Nothing can be easily achieved
Hardship can only be believed
No one may come to your rescue
You must get everything whichever is due

Lay the seize open and open the new avenue
Earn enough from it as reward and revenue
It has to generate enough to sustain the growth
Success and fame may come to you as both

Every individual may form strong chain
There efforts may never go in vain
Momentarily there will be set back and pain
It must be understood clearly as fact very plain

Don’t leave the scene before you get on stage
You must be prepared for struggle to wage
Try to cut it as hard as possible for relief
Strengthen the move with strong belief

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Equally As Sad

Doesn't it strike you as 'funny'?
I do.
That the 'nothingness' I once had,
And meant to you 'then'...
Has now risen in value.

And all those 'things' you wished,
That brought you a 'status'...
And a happiness,
Has diminished in worth.
Don't you feel you've been cursed?

And that 'nothingness' I still have...
Is priceless.
That same nothingness,
You wish you could now afford.
Since your 'circumstances',
Has brought you down to Earth.

Doesn't it strike you as 'funny'...
That your taste for things and money,
Has changed in its importance?
I do.
In fact...
You should be laughing hysterically,
By now!

And...
Somehow.
As much as I want to laugh at you...
I can't do it.
There are too many fools trying to prove...
Like you,
That the look on their faces...
Expressing heartache,
Is faked.

And I don't find that funny at all.
I thought I would.
But I don't.

Even he who laughs last...
I have discovered,
Doing it alone...
Is equally as sad.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heights

We fly to heights;
then sink to depths.
Like birds that fly in the sky;
but pick their feeds from earth.
Like plains that travel in the air;
but gather passengers from the ground.
Like great mountains, towering in glory,
but are founded on their bases.

Great men are small!
They bow to wash others feet,
they get their hands dirty,
to clean up the mess.
The greatest things on earth are small
But there are no mountains without bases
And no wave fails to see the shores
No bird feeds in the air
Heights are sweet but we soon come back home
The greatest imperfection lies in heights
The only temptations come from pride
There’s no warmth in heights
We strive for heights but fall to depths
Heights are never real.

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Obligated Not to Wait

It seems absolutely foolish,
To live one's life...
Feeling trapped,
By dissatisfaction.

It seems worse than slavery,
To be suited and tied...
With feelings one 'has' to do,
Instead of choosing what one wishes!

To be careened by others...
By a bombardment of career goals.
And then pushed to pursue one...
Completing restricted requirements,
Just to bite one's tongue...
When scolded by an incompetence,
Insisted by someone...
To do what 'is' and not another thing done!

Because of years in a field,
They have!
That same field,
One believed would yield,
Their undoubted happiness!

'What is this shhhh...? '
One quickly silences their trembling lips.
Knowing a 'pink' slip,
Would end their climb into a fall!

It seems absolutely foolish,
To live one's life...
Feeling trapped,
By this dissatisfaction.

To dropp this nonsense,
May require extreme sacrifice.
It may require,
Long and sleepless nights!
It may require,
A decision made...
To live a life one wishes and likes!

Even if one's closest friend,
Pretends they are not noticed...
As one recognizes they have driven by,
In a bright and just waxed Mercedes Benz!
Know this...
To live the life one likes and wishes,
May mean one might have to bite unwanted dust!

However...
That just might mean,
The life one has chosen for oneself...
And likes,
Although lean on social scenes with appearances...
May leave one feeling much siren and pleased,
Deeply breathing freely.
And obligated not to wait on no one...ever!

However...
If one is in question,
As to how to proceed?
And left to wonder...
What will that take,
Without breaking a back
To find that?
The hour has not come...
To be stupid or 'dumb'
For applying rash decisions.

One must be certain,
Any move like this taken...
Leaves one with at least six months paid rent.
Groceries and some common sense,
To avoid any deep trenches...
One might find climbing out of in shock and despair!

Remember...
I am an 'idealistic' writer of this!
And not a magician,
Who can fix any quick and stupid decisions!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Climb to Heights

Motivate and inspire...
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.

Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones...
Wishing to achieve,
With a purpose done that is perceived.

Bombarded are people like these,
By some who would rather see them...
Fail and fall down on their knees.
Yet...
Wanting to please,
Can pressure expectations.
And devastate those sensitive.
Who wish to give themselves with impatience.
Since this is the life for them that is lived.

Wanting to please,
Can keep a mind awake at night.
And discouraged with no appetite.

Wanting to please,
Can isolate good intentions wished.
And leave those thoughtful,
Giving up on their gifts.
And this does not produce,
For them or anyone...
One single benefit.

Motivate and inspire,
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.

Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones,
Wishing to achieve.
With a purpose done that is perceived.

Those wanting to believe,
What they do is for you!
And caring less about themselves,
As much as they do for for you!
And/or someone else.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Which They Receive No Substance

How do I feel,
About the escalating disrespect...
Shown to me?
And the pride I have taken,
In priding my identity?

That is a very good question.
And I am glad you asked it of me.

First and foremost...
I am not the one to be traumatized,
By an awakening...
To realize my entire existence,
Has been a hoax!

And that is why I stride with a dignity.
Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
And my consciousness,
Has never been sold to be stripped away from it.

Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
Others may be here to make excuses for themselves.
And...
Out of mind and feeling out of place to escape from fates.

So unfortunate are the ones who have been 'hoaxed' to live...
Their lives they do not value.
And support themselves...
On a faith that is replaced on a daily basis,
From which they receive no substance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Peaks to Find

I've seen those peaks pass,
As I climbed.
Looking back and feeling fantastic.
To breathe deep the fresh air.
And being aware of accomplishments,
Wished.

'I have done this! '
I can now say it.
I have dreamt that I could.
And did.
What has been desired in my heart...
Has been done.

But I can not rest.
I know my best,
Has not yet come.

I take a deeper breath.
Wasting no time to take more steps.
Continuing to climb I do.
With achieving on my mind!
And knowing there would be more peaks to climb!
More peaks to find and leave behind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distance Aside

Lost in your eyes, can't you find
My intent to leave
Taken to me, don't you see
It's time for me to leave
Distance aside, I realize
How you make me feel
Just call my name, we live the day
To find somewhere to heal
I can see far away
Feeling me forever
I can see far away
Looking back, keeping us apart
There's no one who knows me (There's no one who cares)
There's no one
I sit and stare (It follows me)
Wasting all our fears
I can see far away
Feeling me forever
I can see far away
Looking back, keeping us apart
(guitar solo)
Looking to me will get you nowhere, fast
I hope you see what you have done to me
Your pain is near, you run again
I try to save you all your style
I can see far away
Feeling me forever
I can see far away
Looking back, keeping us
I can see far away (I don't know who you are)
Feeling me forever
I can see far away (I don't know who you are, anymore)
Looking back, keeping us apart
Ahhhhhhhhhh.... (I don't know who you are)
Ahhhhhhhhhh.... (I don't know who you are)

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Discover your divine root

We make certain claims
Based on the fact we are sons of soil
But really speaking
We are on the earth through the soil
And not in fact from it
We have our root
Up there in heavens
And it is all divine
Our belief that we are from the soil
And our root is stuck there
Makes us put in efforts to
Accumulate, assess, account
Ascertain earthly things
We take pride with things we possess
We justify our move in that direction
As we consider these things add to comfort
And that these only form the scales
For others to decide the level of our success
But, instead of giving us the comfort we foresaw
They add to our worries, anxieties and what not
They even steal the peace we had earlier without their being there
They threaten our harmonious co-existence
With people and things around
We spend time and energy in keeping them under our hold
If your turn your interest on to the discovery
Of your divine root
You have a chance to stay balanced ever
Not that this effort towards discerning your divine root
Is going to hold you back from worldly things
You still be accumulating earthly things
They will flow into your life
You will also enjoy the comforts they offer
But, since you maintain a touch with divine
Your attachment to these will be loose
Your will not mind their presence or absence
And enjoy a well balanced mind set
With all your abilities to perform worldly acts in tact
Stay in touch with your divine root
And have a great living ever

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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To live for while

To, live for while
You need style
For want of honey
You need money

For extra walk
You need to talk
To lead an honorable life
You need very good wife

To run and sustain
You need to maintain
To contain the honey
You need money

You may loose the face
Probably you may loose the race
Nobody in past was able to trace
To get rid of hate you need to embrace

You need not loose identity
Not to go for any enmity
Remember and try always for amity
Money may simply be utility

Have we to cut man for material
Can any one go for its denial?
Is there any way for remedial action
We simple surrender without any reaction

Money is God and God money
Money is success and only key
Its power is felt and realized
Might with it is always symbolized

Life can’t move an inch
Its absence is felt with pinch
You are merely living being
With money you are king

To have it or not to have
It is nice always to behave
Money to play dominant role
Play noble part with responsibility as sole

Nothing moves ahead without money power
Good name and respect earned by fewer
It is not easy to say money is nothing
In today’s life it is all and everything

No one can last without its use
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse
Money is essential and very powerful tool
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To live with.....