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Oh, I have a lot to say.
Especially to those who have betrayed,
The trust of others.
And they continue to charade,
In the face of those they have deceived...
With misdeeds.
Oh, I have a lot to say.

Oh, I have a lot to say.
To those who sit with puckered lips.
With silent voices to offer...
When their opinions could change,
The lives they daily complain...
To unconcerned others about.
Instead of taking the opportunity,
To open their mouths.

Especially around those,
Who have the authority to make changes.
Don't bring your dirt to me.
Then pick up the phone to tell anyone,
Why you believe my actions will not please!
As you slander, character assassinate...
And backstab me!
Oh, I have a lot to say!

Yes,
I have a lot to say.
After witnessing a people let their lives decay.
After watching these same people,
Have things go their way to have the nerve to say...
How others who have dedicated their lives to do things right,
And unafraid.
Are deserving to be despised by those who tell lies?
I don't think so!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
AND...
This wont be done behind anyone's back.

I want them to feel my breath.
As I express my desire to request and get,
From them...
Indepth information and eye contact!
With facts I am fed until my satisfaction arrives.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even Today The Incompetent Deny It

What will you say to those,
Who were unafraid.
The ones of faith and spoke the truth.
The ones you have betrayed.

What realities will form your words,
To be accepted and believed.
What will one who spoke of hatred,
Say to those who suffered from misdeeds.

Even today the incompetent deny it.
They gather to seek new committees...
To explain their failures.

Even today deceit is used.
To attempt more confusion.
And to abuse those accused...
Of seeing things too clearly!

What will you say to those,
Who were unafraid.
The ones of faith and spoke the truth.
The ones you have betrayed.

What will you say,
When that day arrives...
To find you,
The one despised.
What will you then say?
It is okay?
Like you have done...
To have things your way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Always Talking

People always talking, voices never quiet,
Talking over beauty, messing with delight,
Gossiping their lives away, caught up in the lies-
People talking years and years, until they finally die.

People always fighting, people never still,
People never happy; going at it with a will.
Never satisfaction, or noting what they feel,
Taking what is not theirs, compunctionless to steal.

People in the graveyards, finally at rest,
Never realizing, that it was for the best;
People with no destiny, done with all their tests-
People with their last breath, that never could confess.

poem by Patti Masterman
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The Ones Who Now Look Back

For most of their lives,
They did exactly what they wanted.
And signs of change,
Were beginning to glow...
With neon messages no one could ignore.

Those choices chosen,
Were made regardless of objections raised...
By those who were told where to go.

And those places told where to go,
Have been taken without looking back.

And the ones who now look back,
Wondering where those who were told to go...
Away to live in their own worlds,
Have done so to live lives...
Without taking theirs for granted.

As those who look back seeking satisfaction,
Have come to realize their own satisfactions...
Had been placed on the wrong track.
With a blaming on others,
As to where their lives lived are at.

'Excuse me,
But can you tell me...
If that boat that sailed many years ago from here,
Is due to make a comeback anytime soon? '

~I'm sorry I couldn't.
I don't live in this neighborhood.
Have you tried asking any ot those people over there,
Standing on the corner watching their lives go by?
I'm sure they haven't been anywhere.
You could spend time with them reminiscing.
And they could probably answer that question for you.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Go of Feeling Low and Busted

Let go of feeling low and busted,
Because of those once trusted...
Have disappointed to leave you in grief.
With a taking of your trust to crush it.

Breathe a sigh of relief.
Your feelings can be easily changed.
Since those who have deceived you,
Have deceived others too.

And you only have two eyes to dry.
Deceivers looking for a place to hide...
Will be crying for the rest of their lives.
Despised by more than one pair of eyes.

Your feelings can be easily changed.
Since those who have deceived you,
Have deceived others too.
And the lives they 'had' lived doing it,
Will never be the same.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wild Sea-Shore

Some people don't know how to say,
'Thank you' or even, 'I am sorry';
Like in poverty, hunger and in dirt;
You are naked before the eyes of the people.
Your body,
You say you are beautiful;
Your body,
It is exposed to the public eyes;
Of Ex-Boyfriends and Ex-Girlfriends,
Of Ex-Husbands and Ex-Wives,
As you lay your bed, so you shall sleep on it.

Another day, another hope;
Another song, another poem;
He had been always with her in the house.
Some people don't even know how say,
'Please';
Like a low miserable lives of hand-to-mouth,
To whisper to your ears with human sustenance;
Like a fair sea-circle with no sadness.
Of people, places and things;
Far in a darker Isle beyond the line,
Like our nakedness to the public.
A black dot,
A walk by the wils sea-shore;
With the actions of the people that i do meet;
'Please', 'I am sory', 'Thank you',
Are out of the peoples lips!
Just a clear call for me,
Face to face with the facts;
A walk by the wild sea-shore where,
The silent water slips from the hills.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What Would Be The Purpose

Taking it to falsify someone's character,
Eventually results in the discrediting...
Of the person making adverse comments.

Not only is the person who has been defamed,
Discovered not to be the person believed to have been known...
But also those who become aware of this,
Realize the only information they get about anyone depicted...
Has never come from the mouths of those,
Who are themselves the 'horses'.
You know what I'm sayin'...
Those who actually lay down their own life track.

That information has always been given by someone,
Running their mouth giving opinions to have others quickly believe.
And doing it as if they've been annointed an authority.
Whole families have been ruined by people like that.
People who are jealous and lie about the actual facts.

When people eventually meet someone who has been scandalized.
Their actual personas aren't accepted.
In fact,
It is perceived they are in disguise.

'Why do they act like that? '

~Act? That's who they are.~

'That's not what I've been told.'

~Well...
When was the last time you had a conversation with them? ~

'I've never had a conversation with them.
What would be the purpose? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fake People

All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people

(1998)

poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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Lives Isolated and Divided

Is anything ever stolen...
One's own property?
To declare and sell...
In a written exchange,
Documented and agreed.

Does someone already sitting,
On land when others come.
Have a say at all to what happens...
When visitors make a home,
And overstay their welcome.

Can one group say which rights belong to them?
With an exclusiveness...
To pick, choose and dismiss.
And use lies and deceit,
To change the history of it!

How is authority given...
To those who claim they are great?
When time is spent in defaming slander...
To berate those they historically hate!

And why do they say they dislike Europeans?
When they are all descendents of them.
Isn't their religious leader...
Beloved and lives in the Vatican?

Perhaps they wish to keep their 'divisions' blissed.
With distorted visions...
That a deluded diversed people,
Can live their lives divided and in isolation...
And actually thrive in an existence like this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Once In Our Lives

Since this morning Ive been thinking how
Things have changed between the two of us
Weve been falling through the here and now
Its time for us to reinvest our trust
Cant you see for once in our lives
Now our love has finally come to ground
This flame we have is burning so bright
Burning for ever, now were back together
Since this morning Ive been asking why
Why we let this sweet love slip away
When we knew love, was for you and i
The reason we could face the darkest days
Cant we see for once in our lives
All the things we wanted have appeared
Now that we have love realised
Realised forever
For once in our lives theres no turning back
No running away and no covering our tracks
For once in our lives theres no one to blame
No broken hearts cause weve found love again
For once, for once in our lives
Since this morning Ive been so relieved
Theres no more pressure from within
I had this sense that you would get to see
There was no lasting love in him
For once in our lives theres no turning back
Maybe we cant believe, how things can be so wrong
Maybe its time that we learn
To reach out for the feeling of love
For once in our lives theres no turning back

song performed by by Paul Carrack
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At The Speed Of Life

(jack hues)
A man lives in the city
Surrounded by machines
They take away his pity
And give him what he dreams
A stream of information
On a green letter screen
Makes him feel in touch with the world
And sure of what it means
Chorus:
At the speed of light youre in endless night
At the speed of sound you dont see the ground
And in your sports car with the windows down
And the radio on and you dont stop talking
Thanks, Ill keep walking
Im doing things in my own way
Well Im doing things as I please
And then everything else goes its own way
At the speed of life
A man lives in the city
Distracted by the news
From sitting down with the ones he loves
Or taking time to choose
And what of conversation?
And what is left when he dies?
Is there a diary of an honest man
To stand against the lies?
Repeat chorus
Im doing things for their own sake
A picture on a screen wont do
I need to feel and touch it too
Do what I feel
Im doing things for their own sake
I gotta find that essential, deep emotion
Get unhooked from this low commotion
And do what I feel
Im doing things in my own way
Im doing things in my own way
Well Im doing things as I please
And then everything else goes its own way
At the speed of life
This is the speed of life

song performed by by Wang Chung
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With A Witnessing Of This Done

Why would it surprise you,
That those with the least amount of life experience...
Are the first to express,
Their opinions about someone else.
And needless to say,
From an unchallenged and comfortable point of view.
Within a boxed in comfort zone!

Only those experiencing their lives,
To adventure on their own...
With a witnessing of this done,
On a daily basis.
And implementing their deeds to accomplish...
With a feeding of curiosity that inspires,
Are the ones critiqued with a passing of judgement.
Which is for them as familiar as opinionated people.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Curius

In our lives we will kiss people we do not love,
We will make love and yet think of another,
We will turn off when we should have turned left,
We will search for things that do not exist,
We will question things we will never find answers to,
We will open doors that must not have been opened,
We will betray people and the live regretting it,
In our lives we might even attempt the imposible,
All these not because we could, we were curius

poem by Isunge Mwangase
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In Far Too Many Numbers They Rise (In Answer To Maya Angelou)

There are many facts in history
of people both ignorant and wise;
at times I look with incredulity
at how people multiply to rise

having as many children as they can do,
with diarrhoea, living in gloom,
with blown up bellies where food run through,
living in the very red-brown dirt in doom

without a look of hope in their eyes
where president-for-life dictators govern
with an iron rod, not hearing weakened cries,
while for civilization, for food they yearn;

where platinum, gold and copper mines
are sold to the Chinese, are from the country apart,
while parts of Africa goes into total decline
and to make a living is extremely hard.

Does this poem of mine offend you?
Unfortunately I do not deal in lies,
unfortunately these facts are very true
and to some people it’s no surprise

as AIDS, poverty, pestilence runs as a black tide
that comes in unstoppable waves of pain
from which very few of the poorest people can hide,
as far too many deaths happen again and again

and from this destruction very few get clear
while for something better they constantly crave
as their daily lives are always lived in fear,
as far too many go to a very early grave.

Still people multiply to rise under blue harsh skies
in far too many numbers, to never be free,
from lives that many of them do despise,
from lives lived in constant poverty.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Someone Cares About Them

Sometimes we meet people
with so much pain in their lives.
Pain we could hardly touch upon.
They are good people, emotional people,
whom life has dealt some nasty blows,
more nasty blows than our lives have felt.
They have seen things and done things
repellent to our lives,
but listening to them speak
and seeing the hurt within their eyes,
you realise the pain
they must be going through.
nightmares that plague their lives.
It makes you want to stretch out
and hug them for all its worth
just to let them know
someone cares about them.

28 July 2008

poem by David Harris
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Just Like A Child Would

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight.

Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.

And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.

Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight,
With a hindsight now that frightens.

And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And like a child would...
People who deceived now deny.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh, what do I do?

Oh,
What do I do
If people do
Not want to change
For their own good?

What do I do
If people want
To fight in vain
In angry mood?

What do I do
If people love
To do those things
They should not do?

What do I do
If people try
To slander and
Much gossip too?

What do I do
If people do
Not live in peace
With fellow-men?

What do I do
If people bear
Ill-will and grudge
Against brethren?

What do I do
If people strive
To live in vice,
And not advice?

What do I do
If people will
Not share excess
With country-men?

What do I do
If people like
To live in sin
And hate, within?

What do I do
If people don’t
Amend their lives
And turn soul-wise?

What do I do
If people waste
Their precious time
In ego prime?

The things men do
And women too,
Hurt minds and hearts,
Like arrows, darts!

The things they do
Can anger God,
To give His nod
For divine rod!

Oh, will not men
Give up their pride
Or their sins hide,
In God abide?

Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-24-2007

poem by John Celes
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Hey Grayson

(Dedicated to Grayson Wolpert who changed our lives forever)

Hey Grayson did you see view?
When I walked into that room
So many people
So many tears
So many laughs
So many smiles
And so many hearts that went out to you
Hey Grayson did you hear what they said?
When I sat in that chair listening to speeches
So many funny stories
So many laughs
So many hilarious moments
So many deep conversations
So many encouraging words
So many special memories
And so many people that talked about the amazing you
Hey Grayson did you hear the words in which you were described?
So many called you passionate
So many called you loving
So many called you compassionate
So many called you unique
So many called you funny
So many called you beautiful
So many called you caring
So many called you inspirational
So many called you outgoing
And so many people that were grateful for you
Hey Grayson did you see those pictures?
So many of your horse and you
So many of your family and you
So many of your sister and you
So many of your mother and you
So many of your father and you
So many of special people and you
And so many people were deeply in love with you
Hey Grayson did you feel how much you were loved?
So many people would change for you
So many people would kill for you
So many people would die for you
So many people would do anything for you
Hey Grayson did you notice how many lives you affected?
So many people wanted to serve others because of you
So many people wanted to help others because of you
So many people wanted to be nice to others because of you
So many people wanted to encourage others because of you
So many people wanted to love others because of you
So many people wanted to change because of you
And so many people did change because of you
Hey Grayson did you see that checklist?
So many people were learning to love
So many people were learning to be loved
So many people were learning to grow
And so many people learned so much about life because of you
Hey Grayson did you take in all the change?
So many people were affected
So many people were transformed
So many people were wiser
So many people were better friends
So many people were better at all relationships
So many people were full of more knowledge
And so many people became new people because of you
Hey Grayson are you happy up there?
Now that you’ve seen all the love
Now that you’re surrounded by love
Now that you can watch the lives of the ones you love
Now that you are holding hands with angels
Now that you’re in a place of no more suffering, or pain, or tears
Now that you’re in a place full of beauty, wonder, and all things that are good
Now that you are embracing God
You’re in heaven where you are so high, the word up doesn’t even exist
Grayson you care about everyone
Grayson you love everyone
So Grayson have I told you the most important information of all?
Grayson, I love you
Grayson, everyone loves you
And that is how it will stay
For all eternity and longer

poem by Michelle Rainey
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No Matter Who or What Has to Be Sacrificed

Even though our actions have been absolutely wrong...
We stubbornly stand by them.
And will make them cost effective.
No matter who or what has to be sacrificed,
We must always show and express victory.
With an arrogance that leaves all mentally poisoned,
And grateful for the freedom given...
To crawl on hands and knees,
Weeping for the rest of their lives!

'Sir...
I know you have become frustrated,
With your popularity dwindling at the polls.
However,
Are you 'sure' this is the speech...
That will turn public opinion around? '

Well...
Maybe you are right!
Afterall,
I did give everyone the opportunity,
To get accustomed to me being their leader.
You're right...
It is a bit weak.
And I am going into my second year.

Change that last line in the speech to read,
'Weeping for the rest of their entire lives.'
I want to show them at least I have 'some' compassion,
Left.
And...
I am not 'that' determined to have things my way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Kind Of Monster

These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on ths inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more
These are the legs in circles run
This is the beating you'll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that's not so safe
This is the face that you'll never change
This is the god that ain't so pure
This is the god that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more
We the people
Are we the people?
Some kind of monster
This monster lives
This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more
This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing over head
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more
We the people
Are we the people?
Some kind of monster
This monster lives
This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone
Ominous
I'm in us

song performed by by Metallica
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A Spicing Done That Delivers Innuendos

People express their opinions.
And most opinions made,
Have been gossip relayed.
It seems to excite those kept entertained,
By a dropping of their two cents...
Upon situations lived by others,
With the adding of additional...
Nonsensed ingredient.

And when their taste to degrade,
Has been proven wrong...
No apologies are made,
As these people just move on...
To someone else that is picked,
For a spicing done that delivers innuendos...
Without proof or validation,
To assassinate another character as seen fit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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