It Goes Unrecognized
It goes unrecognized,
And they despise it.
Yet it is their own reflection.
They do not like what they see at all.
But it is their own reflection.
They speak of ills and detriment.
Of evil doings and misdeeds sent.
They talk of maintaining standards...
With values meant.
But none of this means anything,
Since they can not see themselves at all...
Through any of their sentiments!
Every thing that is said,
They want to believe.
But what is in their heads...
Isn't the lives they lead!
It goes unrecognized,
And they despise it.
Contradictions like these,
Bleed!
It goes unrecognized,
And they despise it.
Yet it is their own reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Them 'That' Goes Unrecognized
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
Everything done is for them to undo.
No matter who does it.
Or how it is pursued.
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
Self centered with a selfishness.
For them 'that' goes unrecognized.
But for those who see them for who they are...
There is a desire to get away from them.
Quickly when it is noticed.
With wishes to get away from them and far.
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
And suffering from unmasked disguises,
From their own sense of failure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Despise!
i despise...
the self centered concept
that one group of people,
that one race, or one religion,
is better than all the rest.
i despise...
any system that feeds
the few at the expense
of the many.
i despise...
ignorance, arrogance,
greed, and apathy.
i despise...
the pursuit of money
at the expense of living.
i despise...
narrow minded people
who try to lead
for the good of mankind.
i despise...
indifference, intolerance,
and unforgiveness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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God’s Reflection
God sees His own reflection
As if on the water
Prophet Mohammad the mercy of God
Is the best reflection of God’s character!
Prophet Mary the best girl of the world
Is the best reflection of God’s beauty and purity!
Prophet Jesus the soul of our Lord
Is the best reflection of God’s peace!
The Holy Koran the difference maker
Between the good and the evil
Is the best reflection of God’s favor!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Never Accepted What Their Eyes Have Shown
Something in their heads,
Have them programmed to believe...
They should not respect themselves.
Or expect they can and could achieve.
Something missing in their heads,
Should have connected them to a maturity.
Something that recognized,
Who should be responsible...
And accountable for their activities.
Something in their minds,
Should have made eye contact with themselves.
Something said or they did not see...
A reflection of themselves yet!
One accepted and believed.
Something has left.
And will never return.
Something that should have been taught.
But for them,
Never to be learned!
And that is why they hide from themselves.
They dislike and despise what they see!
And they have never accepted,
What their eyes have shown!
They are afraid to be who they are.
Even alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endured Through Tribulations
I respect and admire those,
Who have gone through a lot...
In their lives.
Whether they have gained names of fame...
Or remain unrecognized.
Especially there are those I appreciate,
Who have endured through tribulations.
And have stayed away from becoming judgemental.
Or self serving.
As if they had lived unneedlessly sacrificial.
And yet there are others who are blessed,
To remain uncentered expressing unhappiness.
Offering unsolicited opinions...
Dressed in digressive selfish shallowness.
With a controlling as if all knowing.
I respect and admire those,
Who have gone through a lot...
In their lives.
Whether they have gained names of fame...
Or remain unrecognized.
And I am not surprised at all,
To hear them say...
How they have managed to stand up straight,
To force themselves to walk tall.
People like this,
Get my respect unlimited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To despise the ox means to despise also a strip of hide from it.
Despise
Despise!!!
Maze...psychopathic daze...i create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic
Ways...cant escape this place...i deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, lash out at all I despise
Handsonmyfaceoverbearingicantgetout
Lost...ran at my own cost...hearing laughter, scoffed
Learning from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak...standing on my feet...listening incomplete
I am not a dog, but Im the one you dog
Handsonmyfaceoverbearingicantgetout
Never - ever - surrender - I want it all!
Never - ever - surrender - despise
My state of mind gets so one-sided
Despise!!!
Cut me - show me - enter - I am
Willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase?
Empathy, out of my way
I cant die
Never - ever - surrender - I want it all!
Never - ever - surrender - despise
My state of mind gets so one-sided
Despise!
song performed by by Slipknot
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It Is Not A Reflection Of You
The evil that you experience, feel, how abusive people react to you, their false impressions of you, estimates of you, responses to you, is a reflection of their evil, prejudice, blindness, of their lack of development, it is not a reflection of you, of your abilities, intent, it is not an impression of the impression you make, it is a reflection of them, their limitations and ignorance. Their being distorts good, mocks love, an amplifies weakness, such have, are become, such are fake, superficial enlightenment, unconscious.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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The reflection in the mirror
The reflection in the mirror is an unrecognisable figure,
I don't know this man, but I know his sins.
I'm getting pushed aside further and further,
where did my life end or when did it begin?
The reflection in the mirror tells me I'm lost,
wandering furiously towards the butterflies tears,
then into the lions den, my spirtis tossed,
all because of my refelections fears.
The reflection in the mirror is a brave, mighty soldier,
me? - am just a meek wounded mortal,
I used to be my aspiration, but now it's all ciphered,
and in my skin you breathe and nestle.
The reflection in the mirror shows me who I am,
but to like what I see gazing back would be a lie,
and in lifes race, to which I feel I've outswam,
this reflection will stare fiercley back at me until the day I die.
poem by D.A. Woods
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Who's Side Is He On?
They are doing the best they can,
To blame him for their slide...
Into obscurity.
And the crooks are on a campaign,
To show him in an unfavorable light.
One to ruin his integrity.
To prove to others,
His efforts wont succeed.
And he is the only one who has led,
To champion the truth.
As many who see this...
Have come to despise,
What the evil doers are pursuing to do.
Knowing that without him...
A demise he tries to prevent,
Will not stop a worship in the devilment.
'Who's side is he on?
He has destroyed our delusions.
And most of our fantasies are gone.
We simply can not have this.
Our values, standards and lifestyles...
Are losing a battle against our pretentiousness,
We must keep defended with an intensity meant.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depicting Reflection
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As I hope for some veritable truth to find
But the cracks run along my face in jagged lines
As the mirror cracks from side to side
Peering into the cold, dark faceted eyes
A broken poppet stares back from inside
And I catch a reflection of that I despise
As the mirror cracks from side to side
The scarred reflection is now forsaken
And many are the times my heart has died
But now it is my soul that is breakin'
As the mirror cracks from side to side
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As the mirror cracks from side to side
poem by Sheri Hockman
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I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
quote by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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I despise
…
I despise the pleasure
Of pleasing someone
For something that I despise.
So no one speaks high of me.
20.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
quote by Mary Wortley Montagu
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Milquetoast
Tell me if you think it's all right
I'll give in to what you know
I don't see the habits that
Become me
I've saved up my useless thoughts
Well means, it works i'm on your side
I said that? Well so I lied
Remember I tried not to be wary
This failed me, once too much
Unrecognized
Well preserved
Don't forget, what you heard
song performed by by Helmet
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Milktoast
Tell me if you think it's all right
I'll give in to what you know
I don't see the habits that become me
I've saved up my useless thoughts.
Well means, it works I'm on your side,
I said that? Well so I lied,
Remember I tried not to be wary,
To fail me once too much.
Unrecognized
Well preserved
Don't forget what you heard
song performed by by Helmet
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We do not despise all those who have vices, but we do despise those that have no virtue.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Believe not much them that seem to despise riches, for they despise them that despair of them.
quote by Francis Bacon
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What Evil Is
Evil waits,
As silent as nothing,
Held in a frail wooden cage,
Waiting to be unleashed.
Evil is a shadow,
Dark and foreboding.
An anger,
Following in our footsteps.
Evil is a wound,
Raw and bleeding.
A deep cut,
Walking hand in hand with pain.
Evil is a blazing flame,
Burning and consuming.
A flicker of destruction,
Unpredictable.
Evil is a cracked image,
The reflection in a smashed mirror.
A twisted reflection,
Of ourselves.
Reflections In The Mirror
When you look in the mirror
Do you see only yourself?
Could the reflection be your soul,
Staring yoack in the face?
If there is a crack in the mirror,
Is that not a reflection of you?
The mirror reveals merely what your eyes
Want us to see
But could not a clearer reflection
Mirror infinity?
poem by Lee Linc Stallings
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