I've Lived With It Too Long
My every thought you dispute.
As if my insights,
Were ignited by ego.
Little do you know,
How my life has been lived.
Or those experiences...
That once kept my eyes full of tears.
And those disappointments felt,
That brought the sounds of those who cheered.
As if their actions,
Would have me feel agony and fear.
Let me make this absolutely clear...
You are not the first,
To dispute my thoughts with such a thirst.
Nor will you be the last,
I tell to kiss my ass!
What I observe is a truth being mis-served.
With a dishonesty being done.
And I am not the one,
To easily have it shunned.
Nor do I care who despairs in its presence.
I've lived with it too long.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before Your Love
I wonder how I ever made it through a day
How did I settle for a world with shades of gray?
When you go in circles all the scenery looks the same
And you don't know why
Then I looked into your eyes
And the road stretched out in front of me
And I realized
Chorus:
I never lived
Before your love
I never felt
Before your touch
I never needed anyone to make me feel alive
But then again
I wasn't really living
I never lived
Before your love
I wanted more than just an ordinary life
All of my dreams seemed like castles in the sky
I stand before you and my heart is in your hands
And I don't know how
I survived without your kiss
Cause you've given me a reason to exist
Chorus
I never lived before your love
And I don't know why
Why the sun decides to shine
But you breathed your love into just in time
I never lived
Before your love
I never felt
Before your touch
I never needed anyone to make me feel alive
But then again
I wasn't really living
I never lived
I never lived
Before your love
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson from American Idol
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Had I Not Stayed With You
now i live not a moment of each tear
my eyes so dry to see me clear
for this year
it were all pain of no care
a year
of struggles but no pay
that never did come my way
a year
of plain and square
a season of gain but so unfair
for had i not stayed with you so near
the blame; all within the air
thou lived not in fear
and lived of no fear
with you not so near
the one little voice unclear
crying for me in tear
but help not i offered my dear
distanced by thoughts not with you
and you see not what fits you
but rather dwell in astray to defeat you
had i not shared with you
all that i had with you
had i not admired you
all that i treasured were you
had i not smiled with you
had i not tried with you
memories faded away with you
the roar in your voice;
left me so bare and lame
the soul to mine were not the same
and need(ed) me not with you
but, had i not stayed with you
the history of mine without you
demands a journey to my own
and you not so near
the blame; all within the air
thou lived not in fear
and lived of no fear
with you not so near
the one little voice unclear
as you faded away without care
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'had i not stayed with you'
from **patterns of life**
november 2011
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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A way of living
The life can't be taken easily
It must be lived and led happily
It is full of enterprises and adventure
We can make it fully secure
We can mould it in many ways
For longer period it will not stay
We have to take precaution and care
Otherwise it will lead us no where
The black clouds will not remain for long
It may prove us sometimes wrong
We are not alone In this universe
We should not lament or shed the tears
The problems may not be of permanent nature
We must fight it out and make everything sure
The way must be cleared before it goes out of hand
The approach should be positive along with trend
As the dark shadow gets longer in the evening
The next day may witness bright morning
The pain and agony in due course may disappear
You need not worry or live under fear
We have nothing permanent at stake
On some of our methods, we need to apply brake
Life is not simple cake walk
Our Acton must speak louder than the talk
It may turn tide in seconds
The water may dry up in ponds
You may be watching it helplessly
So make it worth while and don't spend it aimlessly
One has to act sensible and wise
It must be full of enthusiasm and promise
There has to be made some cut on the ice
Then life will be worthwhile and look very nice
Everybody may desert you at the end
Even friends may not remain as friend
You will wondering with lots of confusion
You may come out of with your wisdom and vision
Do something worthwhile and meaningful
We have come here not to act as fool
Then there won't be any difference between us and animal
You will face lots of humiliation and dismissals
The sand can't retain foot prints for long
The short term planning may prove wrong
You will get no more hints or warning
You only have to have good beginning
There may be no use crying over split milk
You should differentiate between cotton and silk
You aptness in handling may prove blessings In disguise
You should see the ship is at mid sea and cruise
Life still remains adventurous and full of charm
There is absolutely smooth sailing with no harm
It is to be lived with spirit and full of enthusiasm
There is no scope for withdrawal or any type of passim
Try to Love and live with all moments
It needs no arguments or comments
One has to make it worth while and beautiful
It is powerful medium or tool
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Half the controversies in the world are verbal ones; and could they be brought to a plain issue they would be brought to a prompt termination. Parties engaged in them would then perceive either that in substance they agreed together, or that their difference was one of first principles. We need not dispute, we need not prove, we need but define. At all events, let us, if we can, do this first of all and then see who are left for us to dispute; what is left for us to prove.
quote by John Henry Cardinal Newman
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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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The King [ I ]
AMONG the sons of Englishmen
Full many feel like real tears,
For, though he reigned but scarcely ten,
He bore the burden many years.
He lived the dead past doubly down,
He shamed, by manliness and truth,
The lies that beat about a crown,
And round a known man in his youth.
For he had lived as men have done
Since Adam’s time, to prove them true.
He proved it in his manhood’s prime,
And to the end, as strong men do.
And so he died, and, ever since,
And on through years the words shall ring:
“He lived a man, he lived a prince,
And died a gentleman and King.”
Unto the friends of his hot youth,
In his wise age, he still was true.
He showed, by steadfastness and truth,
What kings as well as men can do;
Till all was manlike or forgot,
Long years ere he found his release;
He made them loyal who were not,
He won respect, and kept the peace.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Divine
Not of this world entirely.
Heaven sent, you are my diety.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, I will be divine.
I wear the spell you put on me.
Like a charm no one else can see.
Keeps away the wicked badly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
And when I thought my fire finally died, I felt your spell, tight as ever, tied.
No one is above the rituals of love.
Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue.
There is no limitation except for me and you.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
song performed by by Blondie
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Joy Inside My Tears
Ive always come to the conclusion that but is the way
Of asking for permission to lay something heavy on ones head
So I have tried to not be the one who ll fall into that line
But what I feel inside I think you should know
And baby thats you - you - you
Made lifes his*to*ry
Caue youve brought some joy inside my tears
And you have done what no one thought could be
Youve brought some joy inside my tears
Ive alwys felt that tomorroqw is for those who are too much afraid
To go past yesterday and start for today
I feel that lasting moments are coming fr and few between
So I should tell you of the happiness that you bring
Baby, baby its you - you - you
Made lifes his*to*ry
Oh baby, youve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
Youve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby, baby you have done what no one thought could be
He - y, you brought some joy inside my tears
Gotta tell you
You - you - you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
- you brought you brought you brought some joy inside my tears
Baby baby baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You made it baby you made it baby made it made lifes his*to*ry
- you you you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
- no-body ever thought it would be
You have done what no one thought could be
You you you made lifes his*to*ry
- gotta shout about it baby
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You you you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my
Tears
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Special One
Two thousand years gone by and going strong
well never fear my love it won't be long
you say you've had enough, it seems so wrong
now it's suicide, oh my love
and now you know just why I'm here
and now my eyes they see so clear
no fear
where do we go from here, it's in your head
so many tears we'll cry before we're dead
remember me my love and what we said
I will stand by you all night long
and now you know just why I'm here
and now my eyes can see so clear
oh baby
just like the dreams you grow old and die
noone pretends to know just why
I feel the calm before the storm
I'm here
kiss me again before you go
there's something else that you should know
my life will be hell without you my belle
oh, give all my love, my love
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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There Is Something Within Us That Refuses Change
So many lifetimes I have lived,
Among some who have just lived one.
Experiences I have had a plenty.
And many I observe have had few,
Or perhaps none from their point of view.
It is difficult to dismiss those trials and tribulations.
And the obstacles that come with growth...
Which are purposely set on one's path to take notice.
So many lifetimes I have lived,
Among some who have just lived one.
Experiences I have had a plenty.
And many I observe have had few,
Or perhaps none from their point of view.
And those making attempts to grasp onto the past,
Are not so eager to let go from that which has detached.
Like the gifts of seasons that come to give, bestow and leave...
There is something within us that refuses change that comes drastically.
Although being a part of 'nature' has not identified that as reality.
It is difficult to dismiss those trials and tribulations.
And the obstacles that come with growth...
Which are purposely set on one's path to take notice.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
Change is...
All we know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believe it or not
'Believe or don't believe' does not alter the situation
It needs firm belief and thought evaluation
Whoever has brought us on earth or gave new life
We may always need strength to walk on edge of knife
Let us not believe in His existence
Still it will need good following with insistence
Morality and behavior may always be corner stone
Life without such ideals may just be waste and simple gone.
We know it well that we have not descended simply like that
No where you will have exact writings with effect to state
It is common knowledge that there is some factor behind
We need to thank and does not go after reasons to find
No a blade of grass grows without His consent
In every particles He is there and not absent
What else you need as proof not to take note of?
You can remain different or even laugh at
It is altogether different if you accept his presence?
Not believing in any shape but only essence
It is not matter of any dispute as we have broad consensus
There may be some very good points either plus or minus
Let us make one point very clear and that is God is omni present
He is felt everywhere and no one can claim he is absent
It is respected in every quarter even though some opinion may differ
Yet we have so much to pray for an willingly to offer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Future Kid
Behold my son,
let the kite you made make you happy,
as i have taken your pain away.
observe the sunrise with your charming agony,
repent over those negative ropes,
as i have lived your tears of pain in me.
never hide yourself in a sty or kennel,
vibrating for fear and hunger,
as i have already feared for you.
Listen my son,
if i have to go today,
then i will go with your monsters away,
i will throw them far enough not to scare you ever.
But remember,
never will you be in doldrums,
protect your mom be a Gordian,
as i have left with your failures away.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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My Life Has Become What It Is
It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.
But as age creeps upon me rapidly,
Those many experiences I've had...
That are now lived as fact,
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
No longer do I feel,
I have a need to make adjustments.
Or explain to anyone,
What it is I 'have' or 'have not' done.
The proof has been in my doing.
Whether negative or positive,
Or with feelings felt that were indifferent.
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You May Not Be Able to Feel My Pinch
My reality lived,
Is not yours to claim.
My insights are not like another.
Neither are yours.
But we both can agree...
However we are looking at reality,
There is little room to fantasize
The sting of its clarity.
You may not be able to feel my pinch,
As it is self inflicted.
But I am sure...
You have experienced a kick in the butt!
And that comes to us without description.
Or an invitation you solicit to kiss...
When the kicking of it has been missed!
Either way,
I recommend as a hint...
Do not make neither of those actions,
An accepted routine.
You will just get stuck going nowhere...
Seeking an increase of volunteers.
And many will have their boots tied and ready.
Tempers are on the edge!
So I would step lightly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Influence
What makes you think that I'm not thinking?
Or observe from experiences forced to live?
Opinions you have of me are shrinking...
Gone are negative thoughts you give!
What makes you think you have influence?
When your own backyard is in disarray?
You made attempts to have others ignore me.
But from you they have gone away.
Claims you made have now been disputed.
Petty is your mode of thought.
You have chosen envy and deceit.
And enemies you created...
Have brought to you defeat!
You elated in plans unjust.
Backstabbing those by gaining their trust.
Now that you have been exposed as a demon.
Others like you are being sought to crush!
What makes you think that I'm not thinking?
Or observe from experiences forced to live?
Opinions you have of me are shrinking...
Gone are negative thoughts you give!
And I like many seek a life that's positive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eride, V
Now in the palace gardens warm with age,
On lawn and flower-bed this afternoon
The thin November-coloured foliage
Just as last year unfastens lilting down,
And round the terrace in gray attitude
The very statues are becoming sere
With long presentiment of solitude.
Most of the life that I have lived is here,
Here by the path and autumn's earthy grass
And chestnuts standing down the breadths of sky
Indeed I know not how it came to pass,
The life I lived here so unhappily.
Yet blessing over all! I do not care
What wormwood I have ate to cups of gall;
I care not what despairs are buried there
Under the ground, no, I care not at all.
Nay, if the heart have beaten, let it break!
I have not loved and lived but only this
Betwixt my birth and grave. Dear Spirit, take
The gratitude that pains, so deep it is.
When Spring shall be again, and at your door
You stand to feel the mellow evening wind.
Remember if you will my heart is pure,
Perfectly pure and altogether kind;
That not an aftercry of all our strife
Troubles the love I give you and the faith:
Say to yourself that at the ends of life
My arms are open to you, life and death.
How much it aches to linger in these things!
I thought the perfect end of love was peace
Over the long-forgiven sufferings.
But something else, I know not what it is,
The words that came so nearly and then not,
The vanity, the error of the whole,
The strong cross-purpose, oh, I know not what
Cries dreadfully in the distracted soul.
The evening fills the garden, hardly red;
And autumn goes away, like one alone.
Would I were with the leaves that thread by thread
Soften to soil, I would that I were one.
poem by Trumbull Stickney from Dramatic Verses (1902)
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Eternity
I was born on the banks of eternity
A page of the history it teaches
Not a care, lived my life like a hurricane
Leaving everything along the way in pieces
Some may have cheered, some may have wondered
If I am flesh, if I am stone
Thoughts of you tear through me like thunder
You are the light that has led me back home
Take me to the river, baby
Wash away the lies
Ive got no reputation living in your eyes
Take me to eternity
Let me bury this disguise
A southern boy has it harder sometimes
Its like you were climbing a razor
You were there when my dreams had all turned to dust
And the man in the mirror was a stranger
Look at me now, a soulless survivor
No mask can hide the man that Ive made
You ease my pain
Your make it silent
Slowly I feel it beginning to fade
I want to feel it
Rushing over me into the tide
I want to taste it
Every moment til the end of my life
I have laid still, adrift in you memory
Hoping your faith would erase all the years
Maybe some time, maybe some magic
Maybe your love will make everything clear
Take me to the river, baby
Wash away the lies
Ive got no reputation living in your eyes
Take me to eternity
Let me bury this disguise
Take me to the river, baby
Wash away the lies
There are no expectations hiding in your eyes
Take me to eternity
And let me bury this disguise
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Not Trying To Sell This
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.
Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!
I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.
That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be My Friend Again
I feel sad! I feel sad! ,
don't seal me, for that
I am mad! I am mad! .
Yes I had! , for that I am sad.
I lived on the red river in a castle
where every thing wasn't red but black! , so
don't hustle me for that I lived in a castle! ,
not in castle as it was but with the wastrels.
Never thought as I was taught to be, begone!
Ever I felt what I sought I was slaughtered
for that I never was wrong with the prong! .
but my life never always sang the prang.
Riding in the river of life's pool,
hiding things do the fools.
I am not the fool for my soul
for that I do many fouls! .
I was sloppy to make you sad
yes, sappy person I am but
never felt not to felicitate for that
most people do hesitate.
Forget the things that happened
so make the hinge deepened.
Be my friend again but not for the trend.
Be my friend but not for the trend! .
poem by P. Ashok Kumar
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Life's Slacker
The saddest sort of death to die
Would be to quit the game called life
And know, beneath the gentle sky,
You'd lived a slacker in the strife.
That nothing men on earth would find
To mark the spot that you had filled;
That you must go and leave behind
No patch of soil your hands had tilled.
I know no greater shame than this:
To feel that yours were empty years;
That after death no man would miss
Your presence in this vale of tears;
That you had breathed the fragrant air
And sat by kindly fires that burn,
And in earth's riches had a share
But gave no labor in return.
Yet some men die this way, nor care:
They enter and they leave life's door
And at the end, their record's bare—
The world's no better than before.
A few false tears are shed, and then,
In busy service, they're forgot.
We have no time to mourn for men
Who lived on earth but served it not.
A man in perfect peace to die
Must leave some mark of toil behind,
Some building towering to the sky,
Some symbol that his heart was kind,
Some roadway where strange feet may tread
That out of gratitude he made;
He cannot bravely look ahead
Unless his debt to life is paid.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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