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It's the Forgetting Most Can Not Kick

Some people like to keep believed,
A forgiving done of others...
Will somehow increase their minds,
With a security that welcomes peace.

And anything is possible the longer life is lived.
This is apparent without explanations to give.
But it's the forgetting most can not kick.
And seems just as impossible as one's nicotine habit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiving You Was Easy

Forgiving you was easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
I just keep thinking and your memory is forever on my mind
You know I'll always love you and I can't forget the days when you were mine
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The bitter fruit of anger growing from the seeds of jealousy
Oh what a heartache but I forgive the things you said to me
Cause I believe forgiving is the only way that I'll find peace of mind
And forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The years have passed so quickly as once again fate steals a young man's dreams
Of all the golden years and growing old together you and me
You asked me to forgive you-you said there was another on your mind
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time

song performed by by Willie Nelson, lyrics by Willie Nelson from Me & Paul (February 1985)
Submitted by Varmint Tracks
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He Rode On a Bus

Since he rode on a bus,
They believed him to be without powerful allies.
Since he rode on a bus,
They believed him to be limited in influence.
Since he rode on a bus,
And lived amongst the poor and not the rich...
He was disrespected more.
But only a few knew,
His worth was more than this.
Even though his funds were limited.

And since he chose to ride on a bus,
He knew he could do what he wished.
His life was not lived to acquire material possessions.
His life was lived for him...
To enjoy every bit of it.
Being there with the people,
As his experience.
And if he rode on a bus...
That was a piece of 'his' happiness.
No explanations did he have to make,
Since for him this was a perfect fit.
Unlike the others,
Who expressed pretentions...
Every chance they would get.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Excuse I Am Making

There are many people who value their bad habits.
I know.
I am one of them.
But the ones who once had them to rid,
Are the people I dislike the most.
Especially the ones who brag,
About making up their minds to quit...
Anything that was habit forming but brought harm,
To their bodies.
How do they know my body isn't craving the taste,
For nicotine?
They don't know this.
AND...
It is 'not' an excuse I am making to continue to smoke!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirty Laundry

I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
in her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the heir dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!

song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mental Anguish

Never do unto others,
What is believed to be for them deserving.
It is almost impossible to correct,
A heart life broken...
By suspicions later that some regret.
With an awakening to a sorrow,
They 'must' accept without peace or rest.

To be accused for anything,
Someone has not done...
Has its consequences to pay one day.
For those who knowingly made another's life lived,
To suffer...
Emotionally that way.

And when the truth surfaces to reveal,
A wrongness performed by acts of deceit...
That shoe forced to place unwittingly on someone's foot,
Will come back to bite the minds...
Of the doers of these misdeeds unrelentingly.
Leaving...
Them never to relax with their mental anguish intact.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiving Is Too Distant From Their Hearts

Not too many,
Are willing...
To forget with an ending.
With a forgiving,
To begin.
Ready they are not!
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.

What's been done,
To many...
Sits,
Deep within...
With a tearing them apart.
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.

No matter what some folks do,
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Some people show they are cruel,
To forgive them is too distant from some hearts.
And when those people choose to forgive,
A forgetting is repeated...
Again to remember.
Remember.
Remember...

No matter what some folks do,
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Some people show they are cruel,
To forgive them is too distant from some hearts.
And when those people choose to forgive,
A forgetting is repeated...
Again to remember.

Not too many,
Are willing...
To forget with an ending.
With a forgiving,
To begin.
Ready they are not!
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.
Forgiving is too distant from their hearts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The World

All the world's forgiving the change is all around
And people everywhere have seen the light in what they've found
It's a happy place in the human race
When all our lives are lived forgiving
All the world's for living when love is what you find
Despair and loneliness you've got to leave them far behind
Tell the clouds to go let the feeling show
It's great when life is full of living
Everyone's aware they know to change the world we've got to care
And people all should know should have happened long ago
Or could it be that I just now found out
Life is meant to share and it means the same thing everywhere
Living everyday, helping people on their way
Cause sometimes life gives everyone some doubts
Can I have time? Is it right what I feel?
At times I doubt what I normally know is real
But right now I don't know what to do
And it's all because of you
I could tell you if I knew that you'd believe
As slight and elusive as life sometimes is
Right or wrong as we both know we all can be
I could never have denied that I need you by my side
'Cause without you life don't seem that much to me
I can see an old man cry, it's his time to die
And life no longer gives him any breaks
He hasn't got a home, no one to call his own
Still he tells no one that it is more than he can take
When the time is so unkind, an empty future plays in your mind
When the darkness cries out to you, can you escape it?
What can you do?
All the world's forgetting the hate that filled our hearts
The times of selfish reasoning that keeps all apart
This world was meant to share, let them know you care
By making someone's life worth living
All the world's believing that this felling's got to stay
till all the world is living
till all the world is giving
till all the world is loving every day

song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When Will There be Peace?

So when will we have peace?
When will we have every street filled with peace?
When will all countries decrease war and increase peace?
We need peaceful minds for peaceful times
When will we have peace?
People think we have peace now..
...........................MORONS!
Theres is no real peace.

poem by Mark Bauch
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Information Overload

Many suffer from,
Information overload.
And nothing can be done,
By information overload.
Too many getting numb,
With information overload.
And not overcoming,
That information overload...
Can be,
Impossible to see achieved.

Simple conversation is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
Eye contact is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
An understanding is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
People sincere is...
Impossible to have it achieved!

Many suffer from,
Information overload.
And nothing can be done,
By information overload.

With many running away...
From wanting purpose.
And many running away...
From honesty!
And many running away...
From keeping focus.
And many running away...
From peace believed,
To wish it could be possible.

With many running away...
From wanting purpose.
And many running away...
From honesty!
And many running away...
From keeping focus.
And many,
Are running away...
From peace believed.
To wish it could be possible.

Eye contact is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
An understanding is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
People sincere is...
Impossible to have it achieved!
Because we're overloaded,
With too much information.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirty Laundry

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
Its interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre stiff
Kick em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When its said and done we havent told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!

song performed by by Don Henley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heir Apparent

I came back to my old city
With fierce determination
And I couldnt find my way out of the station
Its all changed
You were there
Departing, starting
A trek I had once took
With that no-ones gonna stop me when I feel this way look
Apparent, apparent
Heir apparent
You think its so easy, I tell you - it isnt
But you may change minds with your winning smile
I fell down in my old city
Such sad degradation
So I tried to make my way back to the station
You were still there
Gleaming and leaving
Wide-eyed and awestruck
Saying how can anybody hate me
If I love them first off ?
Apparent, apparent
Heir apparent
You think its so easy, I tell you - it isnt
But you may change minds with your winning smile
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
But you may be ok, I dont know
Ill see you back here
In a few bruised years
Pray
Ill see you here
Ill see you here
Ill see you here
Apparent, apparent
Heir apparent
You say that you want it, Im sure that youll get it
Theyll seduce your heart and then theyll slap your arse
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir
Heir, heir, heir

song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Kill The Evil

It’s a beautiful land
It’s a home for many
Many lived with peace
Lived with unity and love
With smiles on each face

Children play with its mud
Farms dance with its soil
Rivers flow on its bed
Flowers glow all around
Nature loves that land

Life is very simple there
Children go to school
Men and Women work
Old ones enjoy life
People lived happily

People pray in church
People pray in mosque
People pray as they wish
It has different beliefs
But all are united

Its unity is questioned
Questioned by an evil
Its name is ‘WAR’
It bombed that land
And killed everything

Destroyed homes of many
Many lived in fear
Many cried in pain
In pain of lost ones
Taken away by evil

Some can’t kick football
Some can’t write proper
Some tears can’t run down
Many got wounded
Wounded by the evil

Schools got bombed
Books got burned
Playground in silent
Kids didn’t grow up
Evil axed even tulips

Farms caught fire
Fruits weren’t picked
Rivers flowed red
Water wasn’t tasted
Evil ruined the nature

Church bells stopped ringing
Mosque no longer stands
Culture no longer rejoiced
Beautiful land is ragged
In the hands of evil

Evil, who’s name is WAR
Its only aim is blood
Blood of many innocent lives
Life is the gift of god
God’s message is peace and love

So let’s spread his message
And kill this evil forever
And free this world forever
Forever from its bloody hands
Into the hands of peace forever

poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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People Kicking Peace

People kicking peace!
As if they have no wishes,
To change lives unfulfilled...
And peel from foolish things.

People kicking peace...
As if they have a reason,
To camouflage their hearts....
With masking gentle ways.
They don't know...
This should not be embraced.

People kicking peace!
As if that is their purpose.
To perfect actions rehearsed!
Cursing it...
With such a quickened ease.
They don't know...
They spread a sick disease.
Stopping this...
Is what the people need!

People kicking peace.
And kept locked...
From their treasures.
No one is satisfied...
Or tries to comprehend.
They don't know...
Their problems are within.

People kicking peace!
As if they are not worthy,
To wake up and explore...
An abundant harmony!
They're overdosed,
To kick peace...
Piece by piece!

Overdosed...
And looking for the key!
Total peace,
Is what the people need.
But they're tricked...
To kick peace as a deed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kick

Sometimes you kick
Sometimes you get kicked
Sometimes you kick
Come on come on come on come
I look around unsatisfied
At what theyre giving me
Then I think to myself
Is there someone else
Who feels the same as me
Do you feel the same baby
When my back is broken
When the mountain moves away
All the dreams and promises
That we give
We give away
Sometimes you kick
Sometimes you get kicked
Sometimes you kick
Sometimes you get kicked
Look ahead
But dont mix it up
Baby look ahead
To better days and better ways
Make peace with flesh and blood
Make peace with your love
Nothing more I could ask of you
In the end this is the truth

song performed by by INXS
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Kick, Kick, Kick.

When hurt kick,
When lonely kick,
When embaressed kick,
When happy kick,
When sad kick,
When nervous kick,
When laughing kick,
When crying kick,
When sick kick,
When playing kick,
When dead kick...
If you can!
I mean, what are those feet for?
Kick, kick, kick...
If you still can!

poem by Azeem AbdulRahim
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Why World Future Looks Grim

Why world future looks so grim
Why having good life could be just a dream

There are sign that end of world is near
We like it or not the doomsday soon or later will be here

As world increases in population
It consumes all the earth natural resources and creates such a disaster pollution

As People living longer and longer
Financial burden will make it impossible to provide them healthcare any longer

So there will be hard decision to make who will die or stay alive
Of course if you have enough money you could survive

Population increase will way surpass our agriculture land
At the time more population will increase food demand

Technology such as computer eventually will create massive layoff
Since computer more and more takes a jobs away from human and let them go off

Human greed and so much desire for materials will bring this world to end
Controlling human greed, world population, clean air, caring for eachother that’s the solution my friend

poem by Sam Arjomandi
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To Get Up And Get Things Done

If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.

If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.

And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!

And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.

And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.

Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!

Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!

If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.

If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.

Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!

Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!

And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!

That choice wont become my habit.

People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where The Problem Is

There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.

Today those same people,
Who found anything and everything done acceptable...
Are seeking explanations amongst themselves,
As to why those they have selected to represent them...
Seem less qualified to audition for characters portrayed,
In any nursery rhymes they have ever told to their children.

And...
The ones who are trying to snap them 'into' reality,
Can not say it loud enough...
That everything that has been sweetened to eat,
And given to them to nourish...
Has had damaging effects,
On the maintaining of their mental health.

Yet...
STILL they wish to keep the same story lines told,
But they wish to have the ones telling those nursery rhymes...
To depict the exact images in their minds,
That have never existed.
Although they seek 'anyone' besides those who are truthful,
To deliver the goods.
With a comfort for them that is understood.

There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
But these times lived can no longer depend on myths.
People are challenged to be real with themselves.
And that's where the problem is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Get A Kick Out Of You

Writer Cole Porter
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at'all
So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a kick out of you
Some people go for cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
Still I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standin' there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously don't adore me, aww
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothin' to do
Still I get a kick out of you
Yes I get a kick out of you

song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Comedy Of Age

The years are starting to catch up to me
Graying temples is what I see.
My youthful appearance has gone astray
As I turned the other way.

What happened to my younger years
When I was bold, brave and had no fears.
Has life rewritten every line
And I’ve fallen behind the times.

In my youth I left my mark
Now to old age I will embark.
I will kick ass - like I’ve always done
As long as I can get up and face the sun
And if the day comes that the sun no longer shines
It must have climbed up my behind.

Maybe it went to join I.B.S.
And is searching to give a test.
I will let old age pass
The same as I do with my gas.

I will let it blow in the wind
So you can have a whiff my friend.

(ha-ha father time welcomes you)

poem by Louis Rams
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