Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
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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The Pain, The Anguish, The Fear
Inside of me
raining down
its everywhere
hurting me
blinding me
to myself
the pain, the anguish, the fear
they smother me
blocking out all thought
breeding misery
my only will
is to end it all
to stop the pain
the anguish, the fear
of them
I live afraid
of their next move
out of fear
I build a wall
to block myself
from them
I give everyone the illusion
of being inside but it is only
smoke and mirrors
sometimes fooling myself
into thinking it as well
the pain, the anguish, the fear
seep through the cracks
smother me
in a blanket of hate, anger and fear
they are killing me
slowly but surely
the pain, the anguish, the fear
poem by Austin Jones
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Suicide
Where to begin, where to end
from the start, so much to mend
things not well, living in hell
voices screaming, I wasn't dreaming
pain in my head, noises of dropping beads
cries for help, out comes yelps
tried to cut wrist, but the pain brought twists
first was talks, next was meds
way to many talking in my heads
booze to help me snooze
never quite enough, deeper I fall
the more i scream, the more I dream
pain can be a strain and it's draining me
the demons are stronger, my mind is fogging-er
shadows following me, creeping closer
there is no escaping, trapped in hell
screams for help, scream for love
no one answers, no one cares
pills and booze are my friends
makes the pain go away
more and more is not enough
one day away from them.
they control me bad, the demons kill
to the end the demons go, to hell
with me, no more pain
no more screams, no more scary dreams
bury me now, that is how
the demons won
poem by Michael Peterson
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I Pray To You
I PRAY TO YOU
I pray to You
You hear me
You help me
All my life
Is Your hearing me
And helping me-
And when You do not answer,
And when You do not help
I pray to You
In pain in anguish in doubt
And still pray.
So long as I am
So long as I can
I will pray to You.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Answer...
If it were a glass of water,
It can be evaporated or,
It can be frozen for ever.
If it were a glass of milk,
The powder can be obtained,
Which can be exported.
If it were the unsold weaponry,
Foreign land can be used,
To test and reap the profit.
If it were the marketing module,
Naturalized citizens can be called,
To market in their abandoned countries.
But it is the pain that we suffer,
The pain that is suppressed and endured,
What to do with it?
The pain of limbs and mind,
the pain of heart and soul,
the pain of ills and evils,
Take away this pain, my Lord.
A fist size heart can't take this pain,
The brain tries to come out of the skull,
The nerves that inform us all these pain,
please, could you stop sending the signals?
World is so beautiful, People are wonderful,
everything abundant, even the pain too,
take away the pain from us, Lord, What?
Do you say we are the reason for this pain?
Do you say that our habits are the cause?
Do you say that our greediness induce it?
Do you say that you can't help us and
we have to help ourselves?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Your Leader
I am your leader.
Follow me to the promised land.
I'll deliver you from the scum that fills the earth.
My wrath to scorch the world.
Your leader here to fill with fear,
the scum that takes us now our honor smears.
It's time forme to clean the trash.
The leaer now is useless,
and cowers so fast.
I'm your leader now we'll conquer need,
destroying all that displeases me.
I'm tired of waiting for change that's not there.
A nation of cowards that fear the very change of the air.
Your leader is here now bw at my feet.
If you don't like what I do you'll feel
pain and anguish so true.
I will not take this further disgrace.
Of deling with retards in this small living space.
Breathing room now your leader does say.
If your not here to help I'll put you out of my way.
Death and destruction,
such pain and awesome reward.
First is the suffering then victory and bounty to hoard.
Your leader is delivered,
Praise the God that's here now.
I'll deliever us from demons that destroy and surround.
I am the man a leader born true.
If you are undesireble I'm coming for you.
poem by Michael McParland
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Dark Canyons Of Lost Souls
Twisting, turning, groping, along the darkened canyons of my soul,
Stumbling blindly, feeling the cold slimy fabric of my existence.
The beings of this world are crazy, driven, obscene, and insane,
With lives of real desperation, hearts full of sorrow and pain.
I raise my voice in anguish,
And scream in fear and despair.
I beg for the light of reason,
To reach me way down here.
Evil, disgusting, and hateful, with greed and lust as their mores,
Raping children, spending their essence, in the bellies of whores.
In this pit, this dungeon of hell, are fantasies of sex and desire.
Where evil must be obtained and yet escape the wrath of hells fire.
I raise my voice in anguish,
I scream in fear and despair,
I beg for the light of goodness,
To reach me way down here.
Gluttony is practiced with fervor in every manner they know,
Consumption is the real god of the vipers in the pit here below.
Raise me up from the quagmire of murder, of rape and conceit.
Help me find my way out of the canyons of darkness and deceit.
I raise my voice in anguish,
I scream in fear and despair,
I beg for the light of peace,
To reach us way down here.
Lead me up to shining mountains, in the light of the golden glow.
Let me walk through the silver clouds, and roll in crystal snow.
Let me breathe the clean air of freedom and soar on eagles wings.
I'll look down on darkened canyons and dream of lovely things.
No raising my voice in anguish,
No screaming in fear or despair,
No begging for light and reason,
Because I'll not be down here.
poem by Willie Wilburn Walker
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I Stubbed My Toe
Within the conquest I pursue,
along the thoroughfare of Life.
At times, have arisen occasion,
against obstacles, I stubbed my toe.
These hurdles, oft' I thought,
cross my path with pupose placed.
To alert and expose these pitfalls to me.
In my Master, my faith prevailed.
When loudly, oft' I would complain.
For all, to know my pain.
Or in silent prayer petition.
From outstretched Hand, grant me strength.
The tenacity I lack...instill.
to overcome the anguish from pain,
which visits, tempting me to stray.
Heal my affliction, grant I complete my quest.
Allow me to minister, to those 'long their way.
Whose toes as I, have stubbed.
Impart such awareness, as patiently the Spirit awaits.
To hear but request, to conquer and disperse any anguish.
20May10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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With Their Depthness Of Such Knowledge
We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those amongst us...
Who know exactly the way,
We should all live our lives...
By sharing their insights of correctness.
And their tempers flared prematurely will then cool,
With the comprehension and understanding...
They are willing in patience to prevent anguish.
We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those with direct contact...
With God and the understanding of God's wishes.
And perhaps one day those who lead us,
Into wars to battle over self interests 'consciously'...
Will heal the ones wounded with pain and sorrows,
With their depthness of such knowledge claimed...
To end every conflict they have intentionally started.
Let us all pray that one day,
Their interpretations will awaken them to match...
Their ideals.
To then produce a true peace that today,
Seems so elusive to evade common sense.
And the purpose for it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Nowadays
At times, I feel the world of people all
Around me, who were quite dependable,
Behave almost like enemies of mine,
And I do not know what to do sometimes!
When people close to you and trustworthy,
Appear to do the things that hurt your heart,
The pain and anguish seems too much to bear,
And the experience is too frustrating!
Then, the rosy world thus far turns gloomy,
And living life seems not worthwhile at all;
I have to just put up with how things are,
As people change unpredictably fast!
Yet, they are not my foes but my dear friends,
Who helped me climb life’s ladder with much ease;
I cannot blame them for how they are now;
I can just pray to God to heal their hearts!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 04-11-11
poem by John Celes
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The Sinners Thought
Was she worth to lose my soul
Spoke the man to himself from Hell below
As he placed is head in his hands for shame
He knew truly that he was the one to blame
And no other mans fault to where he did go.
She of course was another mans wife
Whom she had swore to GOD she'd spend her life
For better or worst until the bitter end
And no other man would she ever allow in
But then to GOD and all she lived a lie.
Was she worth for me to burn in Hell
Locked away from everyone eternity in my jail
Suffering and pain to last on forever
I wander if she cries for me, or if she found another
And no one can hear my anguish as I wail.
She of course lied and I believed her lies
And I was so sympathetic when she did cry
But all I cared for were my own wants and needs
As that gave me the strength for me to please
But now to myself I curse myself with why.
Was she worth it when I ignored GOD
The love and warmth that all man had sought
But then his words and laws I ignored for her
Now here I am in Hell as I ignored the word
And in pain and suffering forever my soul will rot.
She was someone that I did not know
And I dreaded the days as we got old
With all the cheating and sinning and the lies
Stealing her was just the devils prize
And no she was not worth me losing my soul.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Consuming Anguish
true,
the anguish is always found in the need
that is not always satisfied
the useless anguish
that consumes us
if we do not mind what to really do
and rightly so
in our next moves...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Pain
Pain is the greatest emotion
Far beyond equal to all water in the ocean
Taken it in a bottle, you get one potion
I tasted it
The Pain, is crushing my bones
The Pain, is tearing apart my love
I thought I could handle it and take it on my shoulders.
But pain never got any holder.
This pain i got
It's like a straight highway to hell
This pain is even greater than the time the fallen angle fell
I tasted it
This Pain, is stretching my veins
This Pain, is causing me to hate
This pain feels ridiculously strong
Especially now that I'm all alone
All the sorrow caused in one moment
I didn't know it could happen in one movement
This pain is eating me from the inside
But Then I woke up and realized
That this pain erased all my fears
But why do i still see your eyes full of tears
And i understand there is some pain that will never go away
The pain when we split our way.
poem by Annonimus Excretus
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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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In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.
quote by Simone Weil
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I Like That Bite of Edgar's
I like that bite of Edgar's.
That one that takes flight in the night.
To rest on chimneys...
Leaving a darkened shadow
Cast by a glowing full moon night!
I like that bite of Edgar's.
A troubled brilliance seeking escape.
From a mind that has suffered
From his own and others' heartbreaks.
And to sit alone with thoughts to write.
Allowing a forbidden bitterness,
The head will not forgive!
And to deliver a quick liquor shot.
To ease a pain felt.
But no one will believe!
Not from the words left behind,
One reads.
I like that bite of Edgar's.
After he is read.
And the gloom in Edgar's head remains...
He sustains,
With a style...
Not easily forgotten.
I like that bite of Edgar Poe's.
And I know now...
He had to numb to succumb,
To chance a romance he was after...
That flew away one day,
Into the darkened night!
And then...
Death seemed to have come knocking.
Knocking!
To repeat unrelentless-ly!
Dedicated to:
Edgar Allan Poe
'To feel such anguish within.
Touched by diversed experiences,
that brings a clarity to one's life.
So emotionally vivid...
One can only reach out to this world
in the form of writing to express the depths of our pain
and unaccepted sorrows we keep inside of us.
That undescripted anguish that torments, unresolved.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crippled Heart
i'm in the clouds
penetrating the skies
i need fulfillment and a purpose before i die
i see discrimination before my eyes
i have high hopes
i'm not really living
there wont be any preceding tears
never faithful but i silent pray
set close to destruction ways
pain full with stubbornness everyday
eating satisfied my temple
constellations in the mental
a majestic voice dispersed all the demons within
being emotional is something i pretend
laying in my bed like the bedridden
i realize i'll die alone
the disturbed one, farewell to me the trouble son
death entangled me and wont leave me alone
dismay and anguish forevermore
poem by Mara SalvatruchaDemon
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For Every Child
For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame in pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 16)
‘I‘ve told you so that you don’t go astray;
They’ll expel you from all the synagogues;
The hour has come when people kill you too;
And think they worship God by offerings’
‘They neither know me well nor my Father,
And so, they’ll try to do these crimes and sins;
When comes the hour, remember what I’ve said;
I didn’t tell earlier for I was with you.’
‘And now, I go to my Father’s abode,
And no one seems to ask, to where I go,
Because I told you, grief has filled your hearts;
The truth is that ’Tis better that I leave;
For, if I don’t, the Advocate won’t come;
But when I go, I’ll send him to you fast.’
‘And when he comes, he’ll convict world in sin
And condemn evils done upon the earth:
Sin, because they don’t believe in me;
Righteousness, as you can’t perceive me well;
Condemnation, for the earth’s ruler;
I have much more to tell, but you can’t bear.’
‘Spirit of Truth will guide you just to truth;
He’ll speak whatev’r He hears and not on own;
He will declare the things that are to come;
He’ll glorify me and declare to you;
All things my Father has are also mine;
He’ll take what’s mine and declare unto you;
A little while and you will not see me;
A little while and you’ll see me again! ’
‘What He meant by a little while? ’ they asked
We do not know what He means really;
When Jesus saw they were discussing this;
‘Amen, amen, I say to you, said He;
You’ll weep and mourn while world still rejoices;
Your grief will joy become with fleeting time! ’
‘Woman in labor lies in anguish great;
The hour has come to deliver a child;
She forgets all the pain, she underwent,
Because the joy of bringing forth a child,
Surpasses pain of any delivery! ’
‘Likewise, you are afilled with anguish now;
But when I see you once again later;
Your hearts will surely rejoice endlessly,
And none can take away that joy from you.
That day, you’ll question me not anything.’
‘Amen, amen, amen, I say to you,
Whatev’r you ask of my Father in heav’n,
He’ll give you when you ask it in my name;
Till now, you have not asked for anything;
You will receive until complete is joy! ’
‘I have told you in figured speech before;
The hour has come when no longer I talk;
But I will clearly reveal my Father.’
‘That day, although you’ll ask in my name but,
I tell you I shall ask my Father not;
My Father Himself loves you much because
You’ve loved me and believed that I’m from God.
From Father, I had come into this world;
I’m leaving to my Father to return.’
‘His disciples told, ‘Now your talk is clear,
And spoken well without figures of speech;
We realize that you know everything,
And need not have to question anyone,
Because, we all believe you are from God.’
Then Jesus answered, ‘You do now believe! ’
‘Behold the hour has come to be scattered
To homes and you will leave me all alone;
But I am not alone, my Father’s with me.
I’ve told because you might have peace in me;
This world will give you troubles aplenty;
But be courageous, I’ve conquered the world!
poem by John Celes
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My Pain
Everywhere I go there is Pain. Everything I touch goes all to hell. It's like pain follows me around. It's stalking every move I do. Lord I know you don't hate but why must you dislike me so much? I look around and all I see is pain. Is there even happieness on Earth that I cannot distroy? Can pain really go away? When I am happy pain is in the background, making me suffer, by threating to come out.
poem by Makayla Straight
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