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Kept In Realities Deluded

We...
You and me.
They and others.
Are more the products of a yesterday.
A time that has gone away,
And does not exist.
Than we are affixed,
To a time existing today...
With no history yet,
Can be claimed attached to it.

And many are accused of living in the past.
Few, if any, are accused of living in the future.

And those that are...
Glowing bright as stars,
Seen...
But light years away from where we are,
Just might be...
In their own 'worlds'.
And it seems unfortunate,
That those in this one...
Are addicted to conflict and other drugs,
That keep them kept in realities deluded.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles of A New Day part 5 A New Yesterday

One more yesterday I just look back
and everything ahead is dotted in black
and everything behind shaded with light
something here is not right
somehow I feel I cannot live in the past
If i spend too much time
there in the past and on this rhyme...
I do not know how much longer my life can last
its like living as me
in two worlds not willingly
but forced to live in two separate realities
sometimes its hard to draw the line
does this mean i can have separate fatalities
in each world i am not fine
this time yesterday and today
will not float away
they will stay
its not okay
hey!
i cant fight like this battle on both sides
not receiving support but chides
i need help in both worlds help can you hear me! ?
guess not....my assumption was answered by silence
THE END OF MY WORLDS IS CLOSER THEN YOU THINK! ! ! !

poem by David Knox
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Third Degree

(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.
Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.
Chorus
Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.
Chorus

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Words

Can you feel it when
Your throat dries?
Can you see it in the night sky?
Just a mumble round at tea time
Smile
When Im watching you
When I was a child
We were living in fear
Living in fear
When I was a child
Just a light year from here
Living in fear
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you
Tolerating propaganda
And your girlfriend, alexandra
With her secret memoranda
Signs
For an interview
Searching for the light
In the world of the blahs
Masquerading as stars
How can this be right?
Youve been going too far
Leaving conscience ajar
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you
When I was a child
We were living in fear
Living in fear
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you

song performed by by Human League
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Future Is The Children's

The future is the children's and I am of the past
And I too had my young years but nothing ever last
On looking back the Seasons how quickly the years have gone
Old age is fast approaching and the clock ticks on and on.

The future is the children's the children of today
They have the gift of youth with them though youth with them won't stay
On looking back decades from now when time has left them slow
They will wonder as I do where did the years to go.

The years are catching up one me and time has left me gray
And the future is the children's that would be true to say
The people in their sixties are running out of time
And few of them will be living when today's children are in their prime.

The future is the children's and to them alone belong
And those who will tell you differently have somehow got it wrong
But the hands of time keep turning and time on none does wait
And all of us are branded with an invisible use by date.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Fist of Time

The Fist of Time holds secrets a great many
Only when it is meant, you stumble upon any
Day to day Life itself seems tough to catch up with
And to think about whatnot, nobody has enough pith

Yesterday is just gone and Tomorrow is about to come
Interested in Living Happily than worrying about outcome
Stay Blissful in the moment, that is now, Enjoy now
Never waste your special moments pondering on how

Once Time has moved ahead, Past is set, covered with mist
Who can tell what History and Future rest in Time's Fist!

-TODAY IS NOW -ACROSTIC MESSAGE--

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Dimension Merge

For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.

Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.

On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Live Today

Live today not as yesterday, or as if there's no tomorow, but live today as today. Because yesterday was the past which you shall not dwell in, and tomorrow is the future which we have no control over. but live today as today, I say at this very moment. So we won't make the same mistakes we made yesterday, And that we won't let today or yesterday jeopardize our future. So I say live today as today, cause it is just another lesson learned. That we won't let our past harm us today, and not let our future be damage by our today's

poem by Shonta Mckoy
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Aloof

Repercussions come,
As consequences to one's actions.
And in disbelief,
Are those mainlining straight up nonsense.
Sobbing uncontrollably,
About their fantasies being threatened.
And coming to an end.
This is an unfortunate disturbance that occurs.
So unfortunate it is...
That realities have been kicked to the curb!

People are affixed to their addictions,
Like a twig is attached to a tree.
And...
There is something about the presence of honesty,
That just doesn't take root.
People try to keep it fertilized.
But it does not take root.
People try to keep it fertilized.
But honesty for many...
Has become too aloof!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Silly Game of Perhaps Chance

Perhaps... perhaps
I sigh and I grasp
onto the sorted strings
of the past
maybe a perhaps chance?
Perhaps maybe under another circumstance?
A perhaps chance, it'll all work out in the end.

Perhaps with patience
perhaps with time
perhaps beyond
perhaps - perhaps not

perhaps if it weren't for so many
fallen spells of drunken desire

perhaps if no one else had been there
perhaps if someone else was there to see
perhaps if somebody would have spoken out
perhaps everyone went on with life without a word

perhaps I am addicted to things I breathe in dream
perhaps my material body is attached
to too many non-material strings

perhaps it is too much self to which I am
absorbed and stuck
perhaps its the intoxicant past-time of the heart
and its accompanying rush

perhaps then we weren't ourselves
perhaps we all woke living as someone else

perhaps the spring went on without end
perhaps then summer became a lost friend
perhaps in the fall no one ever went away
perhaps the winter came without pass
perhaps the earth's sky was perpetual grey
perhaps no one ever played it safe in life
perhaps I never looked both ways
perhaps your eyes were headlights on a bus
perhaps then I would not be standing here today

oh, perhaps is such a silly game to play,
at night when counting out the stars.
Universe of infinite perhaps chances
blossoming in blackness
listen to the earth:
you can hear a perhaps chance chorus
whispered from a billion broken hearts
stars are proof
a perhaps chance
always leads to a
fresh bright start

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Future Of The Past

New times are now old ones,
Old ones are now history,
History becomes ancient,
Ancient becomes unknown,
Unknown shifts though time,
Shaping and molding in every which way,
Unknown times become myths,
Myths become religions,
False becomes truth,
Truths move to morals,
Morals are now what we live by,
Now has just become then,
The past has once been the future,
The future will soon become the past,
You were once born in the future of the past,
But the past has caught up,
And taken you with it.
Like a deadly arrow the past pierces life,
The future itself becomes victim to its strike.
As if to be Bonnie and Clyde,
Hand in hand the two opposites collide,
Together bringing everything to their long awaited fate.
Doing what they do best toward their ever most passions,
The future and the past are, and were, the two deadliest assassins,
Today,
Tomorrow,
And yesterday...

poem by Justin MonacoBarnes
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Affixed

Nothing kept precious is ever lost.
We keep it (them) affixed in our minds
To glow brighter.
There it remains...
And sustains its beauty within us.
To replenish and reflect.
In essence...
Affixed.
In a permanency attached,
Affixed.
Affixed.
Affixed.

I nspired by: Davidia Kartina
'Thank you, Davidia. I appreciate you! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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History I know Her

Our bygone is the future
The past follows every step into time
History I know her
She'll haunt us our whole lifetime

Remember long ago
The future seemed so bright
Yesterday has caught up to us
Tomorrow we'll have to fight

The past is getting bigger
Bigger than our future
Before tomorrow’s world is exhausted
We need to take care where we are headed

poem by David Darbyshire
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Too Proud Of It I Have Been

It was never discouraging to me,
When at a time I had been accused...
Of not having an identity.
And I was breaking down barriers,
Blocked and barricaded...
By those who 'still' do not understand,
The purpose and extent of my creativity.

I do not exist to represent a cause or a group.
To spin circles around insecurities some pursue.
I am here to challenge those who make excuses,
For themselves to use.
And...
To state my talents are not ethnic based.
With limitations others may be accustomed to,
That allows them to continue their own self hate.
Seeking to be accepted and approved...
Has never been the shoes I walked comfortably in.

I remember being told I was not 'black'.
Because I dared to cross assorted boundaries...
At a time judgemental 'blacks' were uncomfortable to do that.
And sat unadventured around and behind walls,
Closing in upon their backs.

I remember being told I had 'sold out'!
By the very same folks...
Who today prance and dance about,
In places they once pointed me out as not being 'Afrocentric'.
And they wonder why more people like them,
Are not going to those places with a paying of their visits.
Only to arrive to announce their indifference.

Not to learn.
Not to accept.
But to reject,
The experience.

It was never discouraging to me,
When at a time I had been accused...
Of not having an identity.
Because I've always knew who it 'is' I am.
And for sixty-four years I've never tried to hide that fact.
Too proud of it I have been.
And comfortable in my skin.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Far Too Many Days, Months and Years

The only point that you can make...
That can be proven,
Is a disappearance made.
And you can save any excuses,
You would like to waste time to make...
To use on someone else.

Any shallow steps you wish to correct,
That had in the past been done...
Have been placed.
And if you did not know what you were doing then...
Today will not make the difference.
For far too many days, months and years,
With my tears flowing for hours...
You have accused me for not understanding.

Well...
Today I do!
And it is clear you and I are through.
I'm not here to rehash and trash the past.
That 'fact' does not need another re-enactment.
Backward movements I'm not taking.
And that merry-go-round has stopped.
You're the only one wishing to ride it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond My Years

I cannot think beyond my years
but every day that goes
I look back on the younger years
and am encouraged by those.

For the past becomes the bridges
that brought me to today.
I don't burn the bridges behind me
for they've shown me the way.

I keep my focus on present moments
and never on the past.
Even the moments that I'm living now
are ones that will not last.

The future is always the unknown.
It's a time beyond my years.
Unfamiliararity with what will come to me
are my adventures with new frontiers.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Yesterday Is Gone

I'm sorry your situation
Has let you down
I know that things did not go as planned
'cause in this time you're feeling alone and sad
This is what you must understand
There is a way
Yesterday is gone
It's a new day
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
My dear kay
You can't get nowhere
Staying at home and crying
You can't go on living in the past
The one thing constant is that there is always change
There is a way
Yesterday is gone
It's a new day
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
My dear kay

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Yesterday Is Gone (My Dear Kay)

I'm sorry your situation
Has let you down
I know that things did not go as planned
'Cause in this time you're feeling alone and sad
This is what you must understand

There is a way
Yesterday is gone
It's a new day
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
My dear Kay

You can't get nowhere
Staying at home and crying
You can't go on living in the past
The one thing constant is that there is always change

There is a way
Yesterday is gone
It's a new day
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
My dear Kay

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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A Time Machine Mind!

Human mind, dreams, vision and imagination
Can transport one forward and backward in time.

Mind is the time machine to go to past and future
But time never goes backward but only forward;
Also, time never goes in circle but only straight!

Recollection of past is possible in the present;
Visualization of future is possible in the present;
But one cannot go to the past or future ever now!

Hour glass can show the time like clock of today
But it cannot bring back the past to reality now
Or bring to our vision the future of world now!

Mind is the time machine that can read history;
Mind is the same machine to see the future too;
But time never goes to the past but only to future!

poem by Ramesh T A
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If Jesus Christ was who He claimed to be, and He did die on a cross at a point of time in history, then, for all history past and all history future it is relevant because that is the very focal point for forgiveness and redemption.

quote by Josh McDowell
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As I Began to Love Myself – Self Love Poem

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this
person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.
Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in
my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for
my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew
me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude
a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since
I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry
about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this
connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born. Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!

poem by Charlie Chaplin
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