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Osmotically Speaking

I am often told,
My writings evoke 'thought'.
And I wonder...
If one's intention is to comprehend,
How is that done?
Through observation?
Maybe!
Osmotically?
That's a possibility.
And if it is...
Maybe that's the reason why,
So many get 'sniffed off'.
Osmotically speaking,
Of course.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writings On The Wall

The writings on the wall brother
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall.
It looks you in the eye mister
Its time we stand up tall
Go see and understand the writings on the wall.
Strange we hold on to things that have no grace
Or power
While death holds on to us much more with every
Passing hour
And all the time you thought it would last
Your life, your friends would always be
til theyre drunk away or shot away or die away
From you.
Theres nothing that you need sister
The lord is in you all
Life is designed to see the writings on the wall.
The musics in the air mothers
You may have heard it call
To you that you may see the writings on the wall.
Be careful going home sister
Be watchful down that road
Youve got a lot of love sister
More to grow.
The writings on the wall brothers
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall
I hope that you may see the writings on the wall.

song performed by by George Harrison
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I write from a world

I write from a world
~
I write from a world
Of thought and feeling
A world of observation
There to be picked at
There to be used as need be
Whenever or however
It suits me to do so
I write to stave off madness
To save my tongue
From speaking ill words
I write in metaphor
To disguise such things
I am not freely open to discuss
Things better left unsaid
But which stew in the mind
And need to be let out
Other things I write in celebration
To share my joy with all
And all in this world
Shall read or hear that written
From a world of thought
Of feeling and observation

poem by Matthew Holloway
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song performed by by Simply Red
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Overnight Observation

(j. farrar/t. snow)
Looks like Im the only one here
Even the nurse is gone
But I guess I should wait cause when she left, she said
The doctor wont be long
So make yourself at home
His office is down the hall
Why do I feel uneasy?
I know he must be good
Got credentials all over the wall
I hear a voice behind me say
What seems to be the trouble, my dear?
Wont you be kind enough to step over here
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
Please dont think me ungrateful
But holding me overnight
Seems a little extreme
Do you always serve martinis
And turn the lights down low
Doctor, do your colleagues know?
Although you say its good for me
I really dont feel like dancing now
Somebodys waiting
And Im double-parked anyhow
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
Now, I may look stupid
But Ill tell you what, Ive been around a long time
And I thought I had heard everything
I tell you, they keep coming up with them
I just couldnt believe my ears when he said:
Kick off your shoes, relax my dear
Slip into something comfortable
Two seconds flat, Im out the door and down the hall
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!

No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.

When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.

If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!

And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.

If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liberty is the possibility of doubting, the possibility of making a mistake, the possibility of searching and experimenting, the possibility of saying No to any authority - literary, artistic, philosophic, religious, social and even political.

quote by Ignazio Silone
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Liberty is the possibility of doubting, the possibility of making a mistake, the possibility of searching and experimenting, the possibility of saying No to any authority--literary, artistic, philosophic, religious, social and even political.

Ignazio Silone in The God That Failed (1950)
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Relatively Speaking

This song was first released on the seasons of the heart album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Relatively speaking you make me who I am
I need you exactly like the ocean needs the land
I need you like the sunshine needs the shadows and the night
I need you the way love needs the savage hurtful fight
Relatively speaking Im nothing without you
You are where Ive been before you are where Im going to
You are living out my dreams and you are all my fears
You evoke my laughter, you unleash every tear
The rich ones need the poor ones
The blind need those with sight
Sinners need the pure of heart
The black ones need the white
Relatively speaking the contrast make sit go
Every action taken is related in the flow
Stars and losers, kings and fools go dancing hand in hand
Relatively speaking you make me who I am
Relatively speaking the contrast make sit go
Every action taken is related in the flow
Stars and losers, kings and fools go dancing hand in hand
Relatively speaking you make me who I am
Who I am
Words by arthur hancock
Music by john denver

song performed by by John Denver
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Love Is Reason

(pal waaktaar/ magne furuholmen)
My breath was coming fast
And as I make a start
You turn to go
Oh, oh
Ill do what you want me to
Ill cry at the thought of the loss of a heart
Love is reason
Love is reason
Love is reason
Love is reason enough
My morals are changing fast
I told you it wouldnt last
You turn and go
Oh, oh
Ill be what you want me to be
Id die at the thought of the loss of your heart
Love is reason
Love is reason
Love is reason
Love is reason enough

song performed by by A-Ha
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In a Manner of Speaking

In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you,
said the drunk redneck to his wife,
In a manner of speaking, I don't love you,
said my ex (turned vegan) to me,
as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for
some sort of reconciliation,
And in a manner of speaking, the whole
world has gone to shit, that no mentally
unbalanced poet can improve upon,
In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku
before I birthed an epic poem in 2008
and it went something like:
In a manner of speaking…

In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
beer and loose women,
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
internet journals with useless information,
In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of
assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex
on MySpace,
In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped
a few years ago and now has occasional herpes
outbreaks, which are quite disturbing
to her husband,
In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity
and love at times,
In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions,
hoping for something to change or something
spectacular to happen.

But I don't really know any more,
trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of
sanity that eludes me,
In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here,
unable to connect to what's around me-
I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys
fan and I don't even watch football,
and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday,
In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated
because I have no clue as to what I'm doing,
knowing that there is really no escape.

January 8,2008
-Alexander Shaumyan

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Captured thought

Captured thought
~
caught between a thought
between belief and fear
not knowing what to do
or how to feel any-more
like the air is speaking
a mystery is coming soon
something you just know
but are unable to explain
deciding to smile or cry
is it dread or excitement
which calls on faith
speaking this thought
echoed into a sleep
soon it shall be revealed
and you will see
freedom from the thought
which lingers in a dream

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Acknowledging My Sentiments

I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
And with an empathy that is felt.

If someone doesn't understand,
Or appreciate my motives...
I am the last one it may dawn upon,
To evoke my own mental commotion.
I'm not devoted to my ego on those terms.

I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
And with an empathy that is felt.

And acknowledging my sentiments,
Has a lot to do with the exquisite friendship I have...
That I early in life came to face and embrace,
With both truth and honesty.
I'm not devoted to my ego!
However...
There is an understanding given to its limits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political Poems Evoke Emotive Responses

political poems
need accuracy
and thought
dominant feelings
consequences
are generated

sadly the only
way to get
through some
thick hides
is to evoke
emotive responses

perhaps thinking
reason follows
later war for example
has strong supporters
especially families
of the dead injured

if there cause
is not noble just
then these loved
ones died
for nothing
this is a pain

or truth many
cannot bear...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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I am told that we are just animals

I am told that we are just animals
and like all other species
perform the tasks
and eat, live and die
and that this life is all that we have.

Still this humanoid sees
the grandeur of the sunrise
and how it burst through the clouds
in different colours
and there’s something utterly great in it.

I am told that subconsciously apes may equate
the sunrise with the colour
of some ripe fruit,
but I see a master creator’s hand there
and no hunger stirs in me.

I am told that we are just animals
and still I am aware of myself
and my place in this life
and how infinite small
I am against the Supreme God
and of the values and laws
that protects me
and of the education
that set my career on its way.

I am told that we are just animals
and yet I have the capacity
to reason, to comprehend,
to speak, to calculate
and to plan
and believe that I am rather
a human being called man.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Often times I've wondered

if a mere understanding of my surroundings
would enhance my ability to comprehend
the irony of reality.
Yet
I have never been able to complete this thought.
Other times
my mind appears to be preoccupied with curiosities
which I fail to realize at that particular time
are irrelevant.
Still
it can be seen through observation
that no matter how difficult a situation may be to understand
regardless of its circumstances
remains unchanged.
It would seem then
that reality is nothing more
than a reflection
of that which it is.
Consider if you will
the idea of thinking
stimulated only by the thought itself.
For
that which the mind can see
cannot be felt simply
by a touch of the flesh.
Likewise
that which cannot be heard
cannot be disputed verbally
by sound.
And
that which is neither seen nor heard
can only be questioned
from within.
Uncertainty
I am sure
creates its own doubt.

poem by Jeanette Pope Hailsham
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An Atheist, And I Dont Know!

an atheist told me:
'i dont believe in God....'
'okay, what do you believe? '

'well, you know,
there's something out there,
something bigger, beyond

all our conceptions,
some reason behind creating
and destroying....

i dont know... just dont know....
some reason we feel the things we feel,
some reason we do the things we do.....

some reason we live our lives,
some reason we love who we love....
something that knows why things are,

why some people are hungry,
and some have too much...
some reason there's so much suffering...

some reason there's so much beauty...
i dont know, just dont see some bearded
old man casting judgements...

i just dont know....'
i thought for a little bit and answered:
'that's kinda like what i believe,

i just call the 'i dont know',
God! '

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Comfort In The End

We get comfort about the End, when in The Word, time we spend,
Writings of Apostle John and Paul, from the visions that they saw,
In those words they have penned, from the Spirit God would send,
So Believers can better understand, the times that are well at hand.

Even those writings of Daniel, help us to see God’s Sovereign will,
Speaking then, of the time ahead, filled with evil, doom and dread,
Daniel speaks of the Nation Israel, and how in time God shall fulfill,
The final times for God’s nation, in the Prophet Daniel’s Revelation.

We are told of a leader to come, and of the evil of where he’s from,
As Satan will be filling this man, to carry out Satan’s darkened plan,
When the devil fills him with power, readied for man’s Darkest Hour,
The hour this man deceives the world, and the Tribulation’s unfurled.

All will precede the Judgment of God, poured upon this earthly sod,
As God’s Wrath of indignation, will be poured down on every nation,
While God destroys every enemy, in a way, which every eye will see,
Destroying every enemy of Truth, with His Wrath of Eternal Reproof.

But, we’re told we won’t see wrath; with Believers on a different path,
Before that Evil One is revealed, God will snatch up all those sealed,
And before God’s Wrath is poured, we shall be raptured by our Lord,
To return with The King of kings, when He returns, to renew all things.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Nothing Around Them Makes Any Sense

Just because you wish,
To get your anguish off your chest...
And through bitter lips.
Doesn't mean those over hearing this,
Will give you the attention...
You expect from them to get.

If you closed your mouth,
With an intention to comprehend...
You might discover a lesson or two is learned,
And not from your pocket did it cost you a cent.

There are those who believe,
They are beyond those teachings sent.
And they are the ones constantly complaining...
That nothing around them these days,
Makes to them any sense.

Just because you wish,
To get your anguish off your chest...
And through bitter lips.
Doesn't mean those over hearing this,
Will give you the attention...
You expect from them to get.

If you closed your mouth,
With an intention to comprehend...
You might discover a lesson or two is learned,
And not from your pocket did it cost you a cent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love....

i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Thought I Knew It All

Somewhere theres a reason
Why things go like they do
Somewhere theres a reason
Why somethings just fall through
We dont always see them
For what they really are
But I know theres a reason,
Just cant see it from this far
Maybe I dont like it, but I have no choice
I know that somewhere, someone hears my voice
I thought I knew it all
I thought I had it made
How could it end this way?
I thought I knew
Somewhere theres a reason
Why things dont go my way
Somewhere theres a reason
That I cannot explain
Just like the change of season,
Just may not be my turn
But I know theres a reason,
The lessons mine to learn

song performed by by Megadeth
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Osmotically Speaking

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Writings On The Wall

I write from a world

Stars

Overnight Observation

Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension

Relatively Speaking

Love Is Reason

In a Manner of Speaking

Captured thought

Acknowledging My Sentiments

Political Poems Evoke Emotive Responses

I am told that we are just animals

Often times I've wondered

An Atheist, And I Dont Know!

Comfort In The End

Nothing Around Them Makes Any Sense

I Love....

I Thought I Knew It All

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