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Obsolete

By the time you honestly face your delusions,
The computer assigned to monitor your activities...
And daily movements,
Would have declared you obsolete.
And has passed along your identity,
As an entity needing to be deleted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honestly

This poem is dedicated to Kimberly Ashley Evans.♥

Honestly I know I love you
Honestly I hope you know thats true

Honestly you are the one
Honestly I hope we are never done

Honestly your my life
Honestly I hope you will be my wife

Honestly I know Im yours
Honestly I hope you dont open any other doors

Honestly your mine
Honestly I hope that is fine

Honestly you are so pretty
Honestly I hope you know that Kimi

Honestly do you know what to do?
Honestly I hope you have a clue

Honestly will you marry me?
Honestly I hope you know I wont deceive

Honestly without you I would die
Honestly that is not a lie

Honestly do you know what I see?
Honestly I see someone that deserves glee

Honestly you are amazing
Honestly you are my craving

Honestly God loves you
Honestly I cant blame him because I do too

Honestly your always right
Honestly I hope your always in my sight

Honestly lets spend out lives together
Honestly Forever

poem by Bryan Hammond
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Replayed In a Staleness Saved

Those remembering yesterday who said it is never too late...
Are those today who say how fast time has passed.
With wishes they had not sat to watch it,
Leave them and their procrastinations...
Rush by them without hesitation.
To age in dated excuses,
Replayed in a staleness saved!
For purposes to conduct discussions,
About the good old days!
With applied embellishments,
And exaggerated activities...
Just to induce another round of delusions,
That heightens with brightness one's self importance.
Detailing daily fresh versions of changed facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We also have the option of scanning in an image from outside the computer... a photo, or a sketch done with traditional tools; and we can then paint, manipulate, process, change, and further develop the image within the computer, watching our progress on the monitor.

quote by Buffy Sainte-Marie
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Planned Obsolescence

[ music: dennis drew/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Science
Is truth for life
Watch religion fall obsolete
Science
Will be truth for life
Technology as nature
Science
Truth for life
In fortran tongue the
Answer
With wealth and prominence
Man so near perfection
Possession
Its an absence of interim
Secure no demurrer
Defense against divine
Defense against his true
Image
Human conflict number five
Discovery
Dissolved all illusion
Mystery
Destroyed with conclusion
And illusion never restored
Any modern man can see
That religion is
Obsolete
Piety
Obsolete
Ritual
Obsolete
Martyrdom
Obsolete
Prophetic vision
Obsolete
Mysticism
Obsolete
Commitment
Obsolete
Sacrament
Obsolete
Revelation
Obsolete

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Too Official

Give someone some piece of your mind.
Shine it, shine what youve been assigned.
Has your identity sold out?
Sit in the back and make no sound,
this earth will swallow you down.
Honest it makes you sick.
You dont act on what you thinks right.
Honestly want to kick down,
doors that keep you in.
Let your hair down.
Sometimes relax your stiff posture.
Or so they say, all work no play make you dull.
Chance to change the patterns were born to.
A fear of appearing too concerned,
try to speak, but the words just get stuck.
Honest it makes you sick.
You dont act on what you thinks right.
Honestly want to kick down,
doors that keep you in.
Each time you get to raise your hand for changes you dont know your luck,
so put yourself to use like,
you were taught by, by your heroes.
You speak your mind, thats something.
You speak your mind, thats something.
We dont get it too often

song performed by by Quicksand
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On A Continual And Daily Basis

Deceits fed are no different,
In the keeping of delusions alive...
Than mentally abusing someone,
On a continual and daily basis.
To leave the one abused and in needing,
Instilled with beliefs they are chosen this way...
To receive this expression,
Of unrequited love.
And they will remain without complaint,
Since this is the only love they have ever known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is Man A Winner Or A Loser?

Woman has a poof that the child is hers;
Man has no such proof to claim on the child.
She is cool with the child as identity.
He is desperate for his identity.

Identity crisis has disturbed him.
He invented marriage and chained woman.
He imposed chastity to mark his kids
And introduced patriarchal system.

Identity crisis has troubled him.
He assumed control over women.
He retained the progeny in his name
And made concubines to silence woman.

Identity crisis has worried him.
He bottled woman's skill and built up his.
He grew to be a Scholar. Sculptor and Poet
And assigned to woman the entertaining.

Identity crisis has bothered him.
He treated woman as her property.
He acquired family unfailingly
And labourd for its upkeep and status.

Identity crisis has bored him.
Water as she is, man could not cut her.
Tired of heat outside, man needed a shade
And sheltered himself in woman's coolness.

Woman treated man with due sympathy
With no fight with him for identity.
Her child is enough for her identity.
She helped him to anchor himself in her.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The dead citizen

A man went to get his identity document
and for a passport at the same time
and was found by the Department of Home Affairs
to be dead and buried
and they did not care that he was still living
and instead declared him deceased and past away

His accounts at the bank were frozen
as part of the estate
of a person deceased
and he couldn’t leave the country
or renew his driver’s license
and draw any money
and he was declared to be deceased and past away.

He went to the head office
of that great State Department
and declared his problem with them
and they were amused
that the dead citizen
had risen again,
but he was still a living man
with substance and form
and not a ghost
that had stepped from the grave
and he was declared to be deceased and past away.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Honestly (Love Ballad) :

If you say you really love me.
Take some time to show you care.
And if you care alot about me.
I will care alot for you.

Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how much I care.
Honestly!

Don't think of ways to cheat or hurt me.
Don't think of ways to deceive my heart.
And don't forget, I truly love you.
Don't forget, I'm truly yours.

Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how I feel.
Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how much I care.
Honestly!

Try to give me peace and pleasure.
Try to give me what I need.
What I need is all your loving.
All your love is what I need.

Because I'm the one who really loves you.
I'm the one who really cares.
Honestly!
Honestly!

Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how much I care.
Honestly!

Love Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1986,2009..
ALL rights reserved..

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Feeling Of Relief....

i just wrote a very long poem
it is about us
i must be too stupid to have pressed the wrong
part,
it got lost,
or it was simply deleted
and i tried so hard to recover it and show it to you
but you are not here,

on the other hand
i feel that i am just over reacting to that

know what? let the computer delete
or let the system experience its own error
i have no regret

in truth, i don't believe what i just wrote
it serves no purpose at all
and just like everything that is happening now

it is nothing but simply
another stupid thing that is happening to my life

when something stupid is deleted,
guess what? you feel relieved.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Identity Of I

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown

Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try

Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Stepping At Least An Inch Away

Choosing to live one's life,
Honestly...
Would seem to be a no brainer,
For many.
But there are those who have chosen,
To hide their lives behind deceit,
And praying daily to be saved...
From reality.

And I am not the one to say,
From delusions it is easy to wake up.
Or pray what is accustomed for some to go away.
But I know that stepping at least an inch...
Away from one's self everyday,
Helps to remove all kinds of restrictions.
And if attempted more than this,
Can be witnessed and realized.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honestly

Don't act like I don't know what I'm talking about
Don't forget that I'm the one who knows you inside out
You can't even answer when I ask you what's wrong
Just how much longer can the silence go on?

Honestly
Honestly
There's trouble in your heart that you can't hide from me
Talk to me
Cause I can see
Your love ain't what it used to be
If I mean anything to you
Don't be afraid to turn me loose
I'm strong enough to face the truth
Honestly

Just say we stand a chance
And you're willing to try
Or say there's nothing left for you and tell me goodbye
We both know love has got to be an open door
And if it's time for you to fly
I can't hold you any more

If I mean anything to you
Don't be afraid to turn me loose
I'm strong enough to face the truth

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from Blue
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To the one who stole my poem

I had this poem
it was a particular poem
made many cry
told my story

to the person who is using my account
which i used to post my poem
which had been deleted from my computer
and only existed here in cyberspace

to this person
who added his/her poems to my name
i hope you, as a fellow poet
understand how a poem nursed
is not dissimilar to a child

i lost my child,
my poem.

if you have it please put it back
the name was 'father'
if you deleted it please write a poem

in this poem tell me that you have
i just need to know if my baby Poem is dead forever
or if it lives on your hard drive

poem by Anonymous Anonymous
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I deleted all the games from my computer. I spent days trawling the Internet. I started slowly.

quote by Mary Garden
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Computer Age

Cars and trucks
Fly by me on the corner
But Im all right
Standin proud before the signal
When I see the light
I know Im more than just a number.
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Bikes and vans
Fly by me on the desert
But Im all right
Standing out here in the hot sun
When I see the light
I feel like more than just a number
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Precious metal lines
Molded into highways
Running through me
So microscopically
Days and nights
Weeks and months and seasons
Rolling through me
So chronologically.
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
I need you
To let me know that theres a heartbeat
Let it pound and pound
And Ill be flying like a free bird
And you need me
Like ugly needs a mirror
And day by day
This horizons getting clearer
Computer age computer age
Computer age.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Performed Infinitively

A people driven to ruin,
By pettiness, greed, self -centeredness...
Racism and a lack of respect shown to others,
Can not honestly believe...
That a postering their way to maintain the idea,
Of a greatness sustained,
By the use of dividing its own into groups...
That attack one another,
Can expect this greatness to thrive...
Just on the acts of pretentions and delusions,
Performed infinitively.
Unless...
In a collective one world rule,
This becomes unnoticed.
And those driven to ruin sets the example and the place,
To encamp their activities without the need of fences.
Since everyone has been proven to be already crazed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seascape Dream

It is not the moon I know;
So it is a false lunar bridge
Above my nose;
Dreams are the sad loafings of time
And entity, identity.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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