Of That They Are Not Aware
A heart beating with no sign or clue,
To the meaning of empathy.
Or what others are going through.
And their suffering is in full view.
I question that connection to humanity!
I question those who do not feel...
A remorse.
Or to blind to see a society off course.
But then again...
Some are living in comfort zones,
Isolated.
As it has always been for them.
And accustomed to believe...
Those who suffer,
Are not as lucky as those...
Taught to dismiss their emotions.
And to ignore those less fortunate.
Although their fortunes,
One day too will wane.
Of that...
They are not aware.
And totally unprepared.
Or mentally fit for it when it comes.
And it comes.
Detention will have more meaning for them,
Than being late!
Those who rebel...
Will find themselves confined.
When that time arrives.
And 'this' will be that change,
They can believe in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Question Meaning
The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.
The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.
Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.
Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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What Is...?
What is the meaning of hate?
Is it the dislike of someone different than you?
Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?
What is the meaning of discrimination?
Is it the hatred of someone of a different background?
The hatred of skin color;
Or is it the bitter taste of being different from everyone else?
What is the meaning of uniqueness?
Is it the purpose of being odd and unusual?
The adaptation to your own life and style;
Or is it the stereotypical clan that society has put you?
What is the meaning of life?
Is it that time keeps moving; leaving us in the dust is leaves behind?
The endless stream of consciousness that everything has;
Or is it the meaningless and indefinable thing we give every day?
What is the meaning of death?
Is it that grim reaper knocking at your door?
The inky blackness of nothing;
Or is it something that can’t be defined only experienced when it is time?
Many questions are asked everyday without even meaning to ask them.
They are hidden within the minds of those who are too afraid to speak out;
To let THEIR voices be heard.
So I ask you these questions in hope that you will ask them yourself;
To find the meaning of it for yourself and not what others say it is.
One final question is all I leave you with.
What is the meaning of everything that you thought you knew?
poem by Regan Meade
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What Meaning?
you were with someone before
you were friends
though, somewhere there is that
wish for an intimacy
the impossibility is obvious with the
way hands held each other
then you went to different directions
as expected
you search for meaning and did not find it
you meet again
you remember but everything everything is totally different
of course, you forget, and proceed you way
into those other differences
you say, well, life is like that
you meet a friend, then a total stranger
no regrets, you keep that statement
you accept, there is nothing to find, same question:
what meaning is there?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Will I Do/ When I Can No Longer Write?
What will I do
When I can no longer write?
When I lose enthusiasm for everything?
When I am just too weak and too sick
To really think at all?
What will I do when I come to the end
And am yet still alive
Still suffering?
How will I find meaning
When I can no longer do what has given me meaning
All these years?
Will I like countless others
Go through the terrible time
Until the end,
Unable to help those near
Who suffer at my suffering-
And who will
when it is over
Know a certain relief
and the beginning
of another kind of pain?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Father why have you forsaken me?
Faith is believing something which you can't question
........ not even classified as a blind obedient of what you believed
........ it is an inner self manifestation of the soul that reveals that only
........ your heart can define and fulfillment is rewarding beyond the
........ earthly prizes, so mysterious that no exact word can described
........ the meaning of faith
heavenly language are so simple that, only through following the foot
........ steps of the prophets, faith can be understood: the Bible, the
........ Qu'ran, the Torah has revealed and guided us the ingredients to
........ achieve perfection, the ancient wisdom provides the faithful
........ the way to live in human form of holiness
Jesus, is reflected in the scripture as the man who perfected his faith,
........ in the calvary of pain, suffering and that only our hearts can felt
........ a life that human has power to resist and define the essence of
........ self-giving through the wisdom of our faith, a sacrifice that brings
........ the meaning of the cross, a man who is willing to give his precious
........ blood
the significance of the cross, lay down the openness of our heart, our
........ hope, our faith, our future, even the human suffering we encounter
........ and along the road to calvary, all are equal, regarless of race, sex
........ religions and faith we possess
in the high-way, towards the vertical and horizontal horizon of direction
........ the cross gives us the sign that its only by meeting others in the
........ crossroad we will find the meaning of existence.... Jesus showed
........ us the way....like Him....we too shout.........Father why have you......
forsaken me?
poem by Antonio Liao
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Equally Sheltered And Confused
You can not believe what is going on?
And in your disbelief,
You seek and explanation for it?
Perhaps you should ask yourself this question...
'Where have I been not to have been a witness.
And how much of reality,
Have I chosen to dismiss? '
Whatever it is that is in existence today,
To even admit not to have known about this...
Is to personally announce the living in denial.
And the mind that you have,
Is both isolated and limited.
Leaving you not alone to share this point of view,
With others who too...
Are equally sheltered and confused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can I Love Again
How can I love again
When the darkness is holding my heart beats
How can I feel happy again
When the tears are washing my face
Through the years
How can I smile again
When the
sadness is stirring
Within my soul for long years
How can my heart beat for love again
When it stopped beating before long years
The meaning of love
Since the day on Is so dirty
The love that at the past
Used to have the meaning of pure emotions
Is now so nasty
The love that I have found in your heart
It's just reminding me how silly I was
When I felt in your love
You were my hero
That I have figured him in my imagination
And disappeared at once
The love has no meaning for me now
Has no place in my heart
No one can convice me
To believe again
No one can make me trust in love once again
The loneliness is my only lover
Till forever
Dying alone at the hell of loneliness
Is much better than living at the heaven of the lie.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Lives Limited In Meaning
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For reasons not to find a rhyme,
To give.
And for many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning!
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
Lives limited in meaning,
To give...
Reasons not to find a rhyme,
To live...
Lives limited in meaning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taught To Fear And Suffer
Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.
Taught not born,
To give.
Taught not born,
To take.
Taught not born to be of benefit to others.
But many bigots interfere...
With an infliction of their insecurities,
That smother one another.
Some are taught they are better than most human beings.
With a stunting of their own growth,
In isolated dreams.
And then their are those who confront others,
With obvious legitimate needs.
Ultimately to suffer from these misdeeds.
Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.
Taught to greed selfishly!
Taught to deceive and steal like thieves!
And taught to cheat to succeed...
No matter who does the suffering and bleeds.
Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!
Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Murder Poem) Shades Of Black
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I was abandon as a child.
I'm alone as a man.
The goodness of the damned.
Oh how I wish I had a plan.
Something set in stone.
With many regrets I walk this life feeling like a reject.
A failure all on my own.
I don't need no help from you never did.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
Their is poison in the water.
Their is treachery afoot.
Oh Oh just come look.
The blood has been spilt and they have no clue I did it you.
I don't even care if they did.
I'll take as many I can.
When everything has gone so wrong.
Sitting staring out the window with a revolver in you in hand.
What choices are left?
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
A nightmare of solutions unfold.
Each bloody as the next.
How can you ever truly live with it.
Settling for only second best.
The black knight ego's of arrogance.
Tunnel vision fills his eyes.
All he's after is the prize.
I doesn't matter who gets hurt on his way to it.
With deliverance I give you pain.
A message from someone who truly insane.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
And it is time for my greatest attack.
As if anyone should be proud of such a thing.
The sweat pours off my brow as I become the butcher of butchers.
A dissection of a living to dead body.
Someone help this man, oh please anybody.
The urges to kill won't stop.
They are all hes got.
Taking out all his sexual frustrations.
These escalation will only continue.
They will not just die.
Or move on to a paradise behind the next dawn.
No matter how hard I try.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I feel nothing no more.
I don't know why.
I wish I could fix myself tonight.
I wish I could embrace love once again.
But wishes are nothing but useless thoughts.
The futility of the evil creature I am.
Hated by everyone.
So foul have I become.
A disease that can never be done.
Just kill me now.
To save so many.
Promise me, make your vow.
Cause I won't go down quietly.
I fight it for as long I can.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Who Can Answer Who Can Question Who Can Know?
WHO CAN ANSWER WHO CAN QUESTION WHO CAN KNOW?
The sadness of Death
The joy of Birth
We are always between
A place we inevitably arrive to.
Love is with the young
And Sickness for the Aged.
Time is full of troubles
And Life is not always
Another way home.
Where we are
Where we are going
All the Mystery and Meaning
Who can answer who can question who can know?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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We Know The Meaning Of Love
Written: stock aitken waterman
1:
We may be young
Are you too old to listen
We could be wrong
But thats our decision
We may not have
Experience or vision
But we can learn
From your mistakes
We may not know
The question or solution
When Im calling
For a revolution
Well learn to fight
All the bitterness and hatred
Ask yourself
Why were we created
Chorus:
We may not have the future clear
We may not know the answer here
But we know the meaning of love
And we know theres never enough
2:
We break the rules
Some rules were meant for breaking
They say were crazy
bout the risk were taking
We may not see
The consequence of what were doin
But thats okay
We just keep on movin
Chorus2:
We could be wrong but thats all right
We may not know the question why
But we know the meaning of love
And we know theres never enough
But we know the meaning of love
And we know theres never enough
Never, never, never (sampling)
Enough
Chorus:
X2: but we know the meaning of love
And we know theres never enough
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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The Poems I Write Give Meaning To My Life
The poems I write give meaning to my life.
But what are they for others?
Are they Poetry or just the sentences I happen to think?
The Poems I write give meaning to my life
But only in the time I am writing them
What they are afterward
Does not truly depend on me?
Meaning it seems is momentary for me
And the higher meaning of what will endure
Is a question I by myself however I write
Cannot answer.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The poem's flight
A poet, far from his beloved,
wrote a poem full of meaning
and, calling a carrier-pigeon from his loft,
sent it as a white dove to his beloved
It was a long flight
and by the time his beloved read the poem
under the lamplight in her room
its meaning had changed for her
with the course of time and the human heart
If the pigeon, midway on its flight,
had rested in our loft
to drink a little rain, eat a little grain,
and we had read the poem - would it have
any meaning for us?
Where does meaning go
when it is not here?
How does meaning change,
between a smile, a tear?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Humanity I have a vision
I can see a world full of hate
I can see a world full of hope
Humanity you are responsible for your fate
Please fix our world where everyone can cope
Can't you see what I see
A world full of ambition
A world full of glee
A world full of sensation
Can't you understand what I'm saying
Don't you see that I'm trying to gain your attention
Come back to your consciousness and stop playing
You do you win you leave you suffer detention
It's very early dear humanity
To do what should be done
So It's time to stop your insanity
So you'd better move before you're gone
A Declaration To You And To Hope!
one look over the edge
closer then i thought! i feel like im in a wedge
of darkness no turning back now
one question comes to mind then how!
can i avoid this edge so imminent! so close
so close to numbness comatose
and other things so close to me
what choice do i have besides jump willingly
look all around and find
someone who is kind
a friend to hold on to
someone like who.....
i must learn to trust... to listen
let their voice be my eyes as i lift them up
find the meaning and no longer be a pup
or scared let us stand here
to face this without a tear
there now turn around to the left
keep going i may be blind but not deaf!
im not beyond help never there is still light
good and right
no shame asking for help
no shame in having to yelp
and pray frantically trapped in the dark
im not that smart
but my friend is find the double meaning and use!
it this is a declaration
poem by David Knox
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Why Bother to Ask the Question
Why is it,
Whenever I hear someone say...
'I don't care.'
I become aware that person has compassion?
'And...
What? '
What are you talking about, 'And what? '
I am asking you a question.
'How can you ask me that question,
When I wasn't there to hear?
And on a scale from one to ten...
How was that compassion you became aware of,
Felt?
Was it an eight?
Was it a five?
Was it a nine?
Do you know?
And if you do...
Why bother to ask the question! '
One day I am going to discover,
You are no longer in my mind.
And I am going to find myself a lot happier.
'And I wont?
Is that what you're saying?
Is that your implication?
If it is I can leave right now.
'Cause I don't need your cheese,
To spread on my biscuit.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Too Late To Change The Time
[intro]
Too late
Too late
Too late
[verse 1]
In this automatic age
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
There is a supermarket there for you
People give way to change
But feelings remain the same
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
Well its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[verse 2]
Its a new day, a new age
A photograph just taken, is ready one minute later
Cars are bigger and better
But the manufacturers sastified never
In a world full of crime
I cant let you think thats right
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
No, no
[bridge 1]
So you wanna be a star (so you wanna be a star)
You are who you think you are (ah think you are)
You dont have to go further
Than my loving arms
[chorus half]
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[bridge 2]
Are you sure you wanna go to new york city (new york city)
Where girls make it big if theyre pretty (if they pretty)
Let say you get that penthouse view
But whos gonna love you the way I do (just the way I do)
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time, no
Too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
Its too late, too late to change the time
Ooh, too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Come to Pinch Those Comfort Buttons
I've come to pinch those comfort buttons,
Of the ones feeling something will be gained...
If they have pain with complaints to claim.
No one is living here for nothing.
And each day lived is surely not the same.
I'm here to shake up those brains.
There's meaning in the colors of the Sun and Moon.
And meaning of the differences,
Why each of us exist as is.
There's also meaning with the others,
Who we find conflict as if this is a game...
To be played in shame!
I've come to pinch those comfort buttons,
Of the ones feeling something will be gained...
If they have pain with complaints to claim.
There's meaning in the colors of the Sun and Moon.
And meaning of the differences,
Why each of us exist as is.
There's also meaning with the others,
Who we find conflict as if this is a game...
To be played in shame!
No one is living here for nothing.
And each day lived is not the same.
I'm here to shake up those brains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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