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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In Thoughtless Self-centeredness
Outwardly admitted,
And within inner circles met.
No one is going to say how they feel,
To intimidate what is politically correct.
People have their hatreds.
And they are socially in effect.
Only blocked visions of those blind...
Can not visually observe,
The denials and the disrespect.
Reflected within one's placed footsteps.
All of us are affected.
Whether or not we accept regret.
Decay has been and is on the rise.
Lies spoken will not keep them,
From eyes that are opened...
To divisions kept.
The causes for insecurities,
Will always be in the minds of those displeased.
To initiate mental diseases without remedies.
If humanity does not actively seek peace...
To inflict upon those defenseless to increase peace,
Seen weakening minds as it decreases.
Havoc and chaos will become a way of life.
For all who believe one rule is right.
Or one kind of bird should take flight...
From one tree to land on one soil selected.
Where one people rule as they please?
One God will make One Choice and none other.
And that's to do away with all One God has made...
To end it for 'ALL' that breathes,
Selfishly.
Foolishly.
And in thoughtless self centeredness.
Outwardly admitted,
And within inner circles met.
No one is going to say how they feel,
To intimidate what is politically correct.
And if those who should survive,
One day in their discussions in retrospect.
The perception of being politically correct,
Will be reviewed as a defective aspect...
To those who regard truth as a normal pursuit,
To preserve their peace.
After ignorance has ceased to flourish.
And those of consciousness have it outlawed.
To nourish One Humanity as intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imploding From An Overload
Imploding from an overload,
Of cloak and dagger misdeeds.
And leaving a trail to hail these acts,
As a means to trace back to times...
Corruption defined the feeding of greed.
And today the uninformed are led to believe,
Their lives lived without deceit...
Diminishes an accustomed quality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anguish, pain, misery, sorrow and retribution
Some say life is full of anguish,
old man once sang that life is full of pain
some even preach that life comes fully laced with misery and sorrow,
and some believe that life offers no retribution
ideas clearly instilled in the hearts and souls of many a man,
but the truth of the matter is,
life is anguish,
life is pain,
life is misery and sorrow,
in the same way as rain is water
and water is rain
for where can one get one`s own share of anguish,
who`d we ever have known pain if we never had life
without life, would we live through misery and sorrow
life in itself is retribution,
for he who has life can stand ground against
anguish, pain, misery and sorrow
and live to see brighter days seemingly unscathed
but woo to he who loses his life
in anguish, or pain, or misery , or sorrow
for he will receive no further retribution
and he will depart this earth with nothing but
anguish, pain, misery, sorrow
and retribution lost
poem by Tinashe Severa
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Breaking All The Rules
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.
I can feel it!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What you made me be
Anguish for success is the life I see
I would lament, yet my passion is gone
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
Optimistic consent was my one fee
For then I become an automaton
Anguish for success is the life I see
A Crimson pill held the new soul of me
Consumed, laden me steel hide, broken dawn
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
Old indolent self brought down to its knee
Obsolete it was made, a useless pawn
Anguish for success is the life I see
Only once, the now meek self sighs in glee
Released from the torturous mental brawn
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
A required evil, never to be free
My protests, therefore, from my mind well sawn
Anguish for success is the life I see
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be
poem by Paul O'Brien
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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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Eternal Elucidations
Compassion, in the guise of true justice:
What is meant to be, what is righteous! ?
Where is it that I am meant to be, more import, ne'er seen?
Emplaced now here- a place not fit for me, awaiting
Truth, as it only shall set me free, in all ways and senses,
Truer sight shall meet us-as though truth's own lenses!
My day shall come-my new cometh, my awakening finally near;
Your day too, accept and learn from it, there is no need to fear!
Meant was I, not to be here, in more ways than literal-
Meant too, to be with you, all my life, littoral!
Freedom-such an effusion of emotion, still yet, I've earned;
My heart aches for thee, from this day to those first yearned!
Sorrow is not enough to ease my tumult, my pain;
Regret is made bittersweet as you surely shall see gain!
Leave not me alone, to face here your demon-
Be brave my love, face it we shall, together, as a team, and
Behind us we shall leave it, from now and e'er gone!
Healing for we, our family, comes from closing hates door;
Motivation given from truth-not less, nothing more-
Always, ever here, in my heart, tells of its import!
Take what be needed from our past, together;
Build now from here on, each our own forever!
Allow truth's emergence, there at our genesis,
Ever nearer shall I then be, to enable forgiveness!
Listen now, to reason, to all those around-
Not to demon's voices, espousing not what abounds!
Begone all nightmares, live not again in any fashion,
So I may walk away from regret, allowing compassion!
Maurice Harris,1 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
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Sorrow Makes One A Hero Tomorrow
Without sorrow life is zero
We must accept fate's arrow
If our efforts are thorough
Our sorrow, God will borrow
Sorrows nicely shape our mind
Sorrows stop our being blind
Via sorrows, remedies we find
Sorrows are indirectly kind
In the absence of sorrow
Our mind does not grow
We think not like a hero
Our attitude is made narrow
Sorrows must be overcome
For which efforts we welcome
At last strong we become
This is sorrows' outcome
Our will-power, sorrows increase
To our heart, sorrows supply grease
Our talents, only sorrows release
In a gist, sorrows supply peace
Every sorrow at last dies
Not because of our cries
But because our soul tries
Life and success, sorrow ties
Sorrow less person is none
Sorrow is sure, if life has begun
'Sorrow trains brains' is a slogan
Sorrow is a tamable dragon
In sorrow, all must dip
By coming under its grip
All are lashed by sorrow's whip
To every life, sorrow makes a trip
Now sorrow will somehow vanish
But you cannot fully relinquish
Further sorrows, time will furnish
From life, sorrow, none can banish
Life and sorrow are closely associated
By life, sorrow is very much fascinated
By sorrow, peace is initially confiscated
Sorrow grows when life is sophisticated.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Beyond The Testing Of Accepting Mentalites
How can anyone learn to avoid or escape,
From those dangers of their own creations.
If...
Those creations and dangers to be faced,
Has origins developed from sensations faked.
By a taking away,
Only that which appears...
On a surface that seems to stay in one place.
And...
Nothing below,
Exposes roots spirited in realms kept...
Knowing without a showing,
An eternal mysteriousness...
Beyond the testing,
Of accepting mentalities...
Limited,
As they were made to exist!
Beyond the testing of accepting mentalities,
Unaware...
They have been watched.
From places...
Manmade time does not start or stop.
And that acknowlegement,
Is not considered to be there...
Aware,
Of such a disrespecting theft.
Leaving those creations made,
To become vulnerable to undergo...
Dramatic and shocking traumatic change.
Within and not there about...
Outside to focus upon,
With an interpreting to satisfy...
Inside their brains.
Only that which 'is' elevated...
Can re-arrange to make change.
And...
One of those changes comes,
To those doers of misdeeds...
Soon!
And...
One of those changes comes to stun,
The doers of misdeeds...
To leave no room for disbelief,
Or debates preconceivng what this is...
For them to assume.
It comes to clarify the truth of 'Its' power.
It comes to clarify,
When that hour...
Upon us all,
Arrives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those...Inequities!
There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
Those injustices left to leave,
The ones thought and believed...
To be dispensible.
The ones who displayed,
No apparent influence.
Those who are now seen...
To have had appropriate insight.
But disregarded and demeaned.
There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
And yet...
The power to do that effectively,
Would entail the power...
To change the rotation of the Earth.
To rename the Sun and the Moon.
And the time of one's birth.
With a claiming that all misdeeds done...
Were not planted to ruin anyone's life.
What a wasted intention...
If this was meant,
As a means to undermine one's sacrifice.
But these acts directed,
Were merely enacted...
To invite them to have more fun!
And this...
Was a miscalculation,
Of an understanding.
Left to go misunderstood and unexplained.
But 'hopefully'...
Now,
Comprehended!
With a forgiveness that can be given.
With a forgetting that is transcended.
And those hidden crossed fingers...
One hides,
But yet to be discovered.
To be painfully broken or bent!
Or...
Severed in acts of revenge.
If that is one's druthers to ensure the other...
Comprehension for all can now begin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few months ago
He left me in lurch few months ago
It did hurt me immensely not to forgo
It forced me to retaliate in turn
You were determined not to return
What was coming in between to humiliate?
How desperately was I forced it to relate?
The sadness and grief has come very late
As I was never cursing the luck or fate
How could I reveal that I had your baby?
Taking shape in womb and I felt so pity
This was fact of life and in fact reality
You have blown it out in its entirety
It was months after that I decided
I shall bear it along and strictly confided
Taken vow not to reveal to anybody
As you had now become nobody
You wrote number of times to know
Exactly what was in my mind to forgo?
Was that ego coming in between or false pride?
Is that the only reason to reveal or hide?
I continuously wept for months
I could have preferred silent death
Alas! I could do it but oh! For baby
She was coming in life as reality
You started again submissively
I felt it was all in sincerity and positively
Why at all that thing like distrust took place?
What was there now left to save the face?
You had come to know earlier about pregnancy
We had longed for it and continued with frequency
It was all for our future happiness and desire
Until one day you dropped bomb shell with satire
You had some doubts about its origin
You feared I had lived in margin
It unbearable came as bolt from blue
I was unable to think it right and view
It was still not late before making it public
We had different views with some logic
There is no medicine available to cure distrust
The faith is foundation for any relation and is must
I can assertively claim it as true with foot down
We can claim it legitimate and of our own
I have no desire to expose it to any radiation hazard
I realize everything will go well now onward
Will that be again home coming?
Will you be there for baby welcoming?
Let it be homeward and final comeback
We shall take it right with correct track
Life is not impossible to spend with reasons unknown
Only little care and understanding is to be made known
There may be temporary setback for little misunderstanding
Otherwise all decisions and steps are known and binding
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Implies Not Looking Back
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.
Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.
'I hate change.'
Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shunned to Slander Those Wholesome
Shunned to slander those wholesome,
They did.
In protection of their standards.
In the hopes they would be long lived.
Good people they ruined...
In belief their quality of life was attacked,
By those who spoke with honesty!
To reveal to them a truth with facts.
Oh...
The people did not like that.
Especially those self righteous.
They vowed to keep their 'ways' intact.
And they campaigned against,
Those who abhorred them.
So those opposing...
Received cold shoulders.
Foolish now they feel.
Those who threw their noses up...
With such exuberant zest,
Thought to appeal.
Although now victims of their own ignorance,
They wish a forgiveness released will heal!
But those who spoke truth,
With a desire to save them...
From uncouth sleuths!
Freed from the wicked!
And choosing not to sacrifice their peace of mind.
Since doing that to retrack a past...
Could not mend a trashing meant to last.
Living in the 'now' with truth...
Had been pursued with others to share.
But too many then had valued their pretensions.
And their eyes now reveal...
A longing to erase their despair.
With a hunger someone approaches.
To offer them empathy.
And excuse their indignities shown!
But who can believe those fed to greed?
Or the depths of their embedded deceit...
Too well dispensed.
And too well known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Times We Now Live That Takes Away Breaths
In the disarray of these days we now face,
I keep my concentration focused upon my deeds.
And less upon comments made by others,
About me...
My deeds.
And what beliefs about me they whisper,
To others giving them time to listen.
I could only wish people like that...
A less traumatic awakening.
Since I seek the company,
Of those few who are awake.
To mature AND awaken to accept,
The times we now live that takes away breaths...
In a neck breaking speed,
Is here.
And so blessed is the feeling,
To have one's peace of mind intact!
That's a fact!
And 'that' takes a long time in development.
It comes with experiencing life and not rehearsing it...
As some would think.
Or kept practiced as if to impress.
As some still do!
Life is much too precious to accept foolishness.
And that is...
But just one of the many of the many many lessons...
I have had to learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Believed Me
Feelings just want to dance here and there
Nothing is permanent, even if feelings want to rest still
Nothing seems to be lasting forever in this world
Life, I am not able to understand
Not even true love is ever understood
Only lies are believed, as truth always remains unnoticed
How should I live my life?
My love has even taken her shadow away from me
I wish that if you actually believed, then now we would have been one
Truth, my truth you never believed
Pain of my crying heart, you never believed
Never ever you believed me
Tell me please my love, did I treat you this bad?
Only you ruled my life, while I was with you
Never did I claim to be a perfect person.
Feelings, my feelings only wanted to dance with you
Love you I truly did, my twinkling star I really did want to make you mine
Sadly you are not mine anymore, because you thought I will hurt you and use you
Truth, my truth you were.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Deserving Of Individual Life Boats
Assuming...
That if they let the ship sink,
With a captain they've been made to dislike...
They could hop in the life boats,
Saving themselves...
And row to shore.
To receive the adulation of the people,
They believe await them to applaud their activities...
Adored.
However...
The doers perceive each one of them,
Are deserving of individual life boats.
With a servant to row...
And catered service.
These are the same doers,
Who implemented their own castastrophy.
And these are the same doers who now argue over...
The design of the life boats and the suits they should wear,
When they are honored at individual ceremonies...
To highlight the efforts each individually achieved.
And...
These are the same doers who pretend they can swim,
But have not a clue what to do with their arms.
However...
Dressed the part to play the role,
Is quite different than the acutal performance expected.
And many of them 'now' have decided...
Perhaps letting the ship sink was not a good idea.
So now they scramble amongst themselves,
To determine the cost of repair...
And if that can be done as cheaply as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In my other life ~ ~ ~ Song Lyric's
In my other life, I marched troops in formations
I manned the gun and turned them into men
In my other life, I had so many wayward women
They broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I consumed minds recreations
I made peace with myself, these insecurities, could not stand
In my other life, I lived with incarcerations
They broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I worked hard to make a living
I gave up my recklessness, and vowed never, to give in
In my other life, I was married and had children
There broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I was drawn to the Truth and His resurrection
I confessed my sins, by faith believed and made Him, my Lord
In my other life, I learned to die to self and surrender
Conviction broke me down; the Blood made me, what I am
He showed me a narrow road men seldom travel
He gave me grace to change, in the Sweet, by and by
That losing could mean your really winning
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why
Words & Music by Gene Gamble/Two-G’s Music © 1995
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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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I Believe In You
I never believed in dreaming
It never got me very far
I never believed that love could find me
Like an arrow through the heart
I never believed in miracles
Or building castles in the air
Not until that day I found you
I turned around and you were there
From the day you came you gave me
A whole new point of view
I've been touched by an angel
It's impossible but true
(CHORUS)
I believe in you
I swear that forever from today
No one will ever take your place
I believe in you
And I believe our love will last always
I never believe fairytales
Though sometimes I wish I could
I never believed that golden slippers
Could ever find the perfect foot
I never believed in magic
Or that wishes could come true
But your very first kiss
Changed all this something only you could do
You made me a believer
You made me trust again
You showed me there's a pot of gold
At every rainbow's end
(CHORUS)
I believe in you
I swear that forever from today
No one will ever take your place
I believe in you
And I believe our love will last always
Only love set you free
And if you serve to fate
Then you're my destiny
Now I know
Now I see
Anything can happen
If you just believe
(CHORUS)
I believe in you
I swear that forever from today
No one will ever take your place
I believe in you
And I believe our love will last always
song performed by by N Sync
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