Payback For a Life They Chose
No one ever forgets,
The attacks upon them done.
No one ever does.
And that pain is never overcomed.
To forgive and forget are just statements made.
A resentment is kept,
With a temperment masqueraded...
By an award winning charade.
If someone has something valued,
Taken away from them...
There is a revenge hidden within.
And those of evil deeds who take life for granted...
Are going to one day be reminded,
The road they believed easily traveled...
Will for them come to an abrupt close!
As payback for a life they chose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgive And Forget
Forgive and forget as I've been told
That query keeps coming to my mind
As 'I forgive' is the easiest words for one to say
But to forget, to me it seems like a crime.
To forget the evils that someone has done
Or even the evils or lies that they had spoke
To walk away as they never had accrued
As though to have a nightmare and never to awoke.
When we were young we are taught by our elders
To forgive the trespasses against us one and all
We must forget the pain and suffering that we felt
And must lock that away behind our own brick wall.
The lies and the evils that were done to us,
Even by friends and the ones who we had loved
We must then say that I forgive you one and all
And to some, that forgiveness is not even enough.
Forgive and forget those words we have heard
Even the bible does speak the same
To forgive the sins that were committed against us all
And so against no one can we ever curse or blame.
Sometimes though it seems like in this life
The wrong doers are always asking to forgive and forget
And then the moment that you smile and accept their request
They attack you, and they feel no sadness or regret.
Forgiving sometimes it is so very hard to do
And then to forget that person of their evil deeds
While trying not to remember what they have done to you
While wishing in them, you once again could believe.
Now as I think about my very own past
Of all the wrongs and evil deeds to me I must accept
I read that forgiveness is mine so said the Lord
So now I toss the evils done to me off to forgive and forget.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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American Game
So here it goes
The story of my life so I've been told
Get on follow boy or you'll be left out in the cold
But I dont give a damn
'Cause I know who I am
And you don't gotta understand
'Cause I can't change for no man
I chose to go along the road less traveled
I chose to go the road less traveled yeah
Chorus:
I play the American Game
But I don't play the same
I got my hat tipped down
I got my peace sign out
And I'm not gonna change
So here I am
Generation X now I'm happy as hell
'Cause I'm rockin' in here
On American soil, mmmm put it back
Because of you my friends
I can live my life and I can be
Free to be me
It's such a feeling to
Not have to give a damn
'Cause I know who I am
And ya'll don't gotta understand
'Cause I don't change for no man
'Cause I chose, to go along that road less traveled
I chose to go along the road less traveled
Chorus
I don't give a damn
'Cause I know who I am
But I don't play the same
I play the American Game
But I dont play the same
Chorus x2
I play the American Game
song performed by by O-town
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Quieta Ne Movete
DEAR, if I told you, made your sorrow certain,
Showed you the ghosts that o'er my pillow lean,
What joy were mine--to cast aside the curtain
And clasp you close with no base lies between!
You have given all, and still would find to give me
More love, more tenderness than ever yet:
You would forgive me--ah, you would forgive me,
But all your life you never would forget.
And I, thank God, can still in your embraces
Forget the past, with all its strife and stain,
--But if you, too, beheld the evil faces,
I should forget them never, never again!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Sometimes I Wonder Why
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
And be alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
A life of squeezing pillows,
With no one else to hold me...
Close.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
A life of squeezing pillows,
With no one else to hold me...
Close.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
And be alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder why.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contentment In Life
I traveled the high road.
I traveled the low
and all of that traveling
wherever I'd go
never fulfilled me,
never at all.
It just kept me moving
and then came the wall.
'Stop! ' it said.
Where are you going?
You're following a road
and not even knowing
why?
'Sit down. Be still
and be content.
You've traveled long and far.
Now's the time to meditate
and realize who you are.
You do not have to follow a road.
The road will come to you.
The lesson in life that you must learn
is to thy own self be true.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Road Less Traveled
(Buddy Brock/Dean Dillion)
There's a road a winding road that never ends
Full of curves lessons learned at every bend
Goin's rough unlike the straight and narrow
It's for those who go against the grain
Have no fear dare to dream of a change live to march to the beat of a
different drummer
And it all might come together
And it all might unraveled
On the road less traveled
For the road less traveled ain't for the faint of heart
For those who choose to play it safe and never stray too far
Me I want to live my life and one day leave my mark
And it all might come together
And it all come unraveled
On the road less traveled
I've chosen a pathway I may not endure
One thing's for certain nothing for sure
And it all might come together
And it all might come unraveled
On the road less traveled
For the road less traveled ain't for the faint of heart
For those who choose to play it safe and never stray too far
Me I want to live my life and one day leave my mark
And it all might come together
And it all come unraveled
On the road less traveled
There's a road winding road that never ends
song performed by by George Strait
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The Road Of Life
One life's ending is anothers beginning
Some are losing while others are winning
This game of life is so complex
Some soar smoothly, while others are wrecks
Each with their own hopes and dreams
Life isn't easy can go to extremes
Some have passion and others shame
Some are famous, some only a name
Which turn do you take in the road ahead?
There's no sure answers for where we tread
Along the road broken hearts are scattered
Some have hope and some are shattered
This game of life can cause such pain
While most get through, so much to gain
Many times there's no choice the life we live
Some have heart ache, can never forgive
So we must each walk our own path
Try to walk in love without such wrath!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Reason and Cause
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect...
Or get!
To excuse a promise made,
Often degrades a relationship.
Especially if made to children.
Children do not forget it.
And adults who make promises...
With no intentions to fulfill them.
Find themselves blaming someone else,
For breaking a commitment.
Only to discover,
They have become the reason and cause...
Of that person's resentment.
Promises made and not kept...
Are not easy to forgive or forget.
Those that do this are usually met,
With less respect than they expect.
Or ever again will get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Chose to Like My Own Life
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then to do it.
Since many then pretended,
With no identifiable dignity.
Or a pride that had reality.
I chose to live my life right.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading.
With dim light to pass.
I chose to greet the morning Sun.
Feeling a freedom at last.
Like never before I felt could be done.
I opened the door inside of me once closed.
And released my own mind...
To find a truth I could believe,
See and daily breathe.
And wanting more of 'me' exposed.
And I chose to like my own life.
Not finding fault or wrong with it.
Or defending what for me felt right.
What for me I knew existed.
I chose to like my own life to live,
As I do...
To prove,
It is mine to live it as I choose.
And this day I choose to live my life!
And so peaceful do I sleep at night.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading,
Behind an assortment of masks.
With no direction on my path,
Cemented and paved.
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then.
Since many then pretended.
As if that was their task.
And pretending for me,
Has ended.
As clear as unstained glass,
Allows light to pass through it brighter...
With no intention to leave a blemish.
Coming as it does,
To radiate that which lives.
And this day I choose to live my life!
For me...and you too.
To get those deeds we need to do,
Done.
Knowing now we have identified,
And overcomed the fear...
Of liking one another like we like ourselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgive But Never Forget
After thousands times of forgiveness
One more time I forgave
Dozens of love i gave
While the God above has the mercy of forgiveness
I always thought it would be unfairness
We as an human beings not to forgive
And after all their deeds one more chance I gave
Because Inside of my heart i can't keep a hate
While forgiveness doesn't heal heart ache
But still i believe forgiveness never meets my regrets
For the God sake I always used to give one more chance
For me the goodness in life is a main
Although still my wounds in vain
But there are things in life never get to change
While we forgive those who hurt us
Yet we disregard and forget their faults
But he who harms once
Never will lose a chance
To harm you one more time
I've learnd this truth upon my skin
'Forgive them but never forget their deeds'.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Give and Forgive
Give and forgive
And never keep a revenge
Do not forget that
The love is all that we need
To give us the courage
And the strength to forget
IT lights our souls
It guides us to shore
It frees our soul chains
It gives us the strength
To forget and forgive
when there is someone
In need to your help
Extended his hand
Don't turn your back and go
Hold his hand and help
When you see painful eyes
Are looking to you fo rhelp
Try to wipe his tears
Don't forget that even with a smile
You can save a life.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Sonnet: Mind Control
What is the use of climbing a tall peak?
What is the use of running fastest mile?
What is the use of treating child born freak?
And man forgets his basic tenets, while.
What is the use of winning track-car race?
What is the use of reciting from heart?
What is the use of walking back in pace?
Living our life here on earth is an art.
What is the use of achieving great things?
What is the use of caring for beasts sick?
What is the use of going through fire-rings?
A man forgets to keep the soul quite spick.
Life is art; to achieve things we ought;
Man must try to control his evil-thought.
31-7-2000
poem by John Celes
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If God Was Not With Me
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And a family I think is the best.
And trust me...
There is a lot of love to go around.
So much of it...
I realize,
More is still to be uncovered and found.
And as I reflect those taken steps,
Some made I regret.
I have never yet to meet,
An obstacle that stopped the movement of my feet.
Or a challenge created masquerading as my defeat.
Andrea, Tammy, Lisa and I...
Were encouraged to live our separate lives.
Early my identity was molded.
And I held onto beliefs...
My dreams were no bigger,
Than I could make them!
And I can now admit to this...
Having been blessed,
Not to lay all my eggs in one nest to rest.
Or get upset by mistakes I've made!
And glad a few cracks,
Only appeared in two or three baskets.
With ambition as my mission.
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And I have found the willingness to forgive,
Without regret to forget my failures.
Knowing my own success,
I would not realize...
If God was not with me to open my eyes.
Or provide me breath to breathe,
I would not recognize any achievement.
Or believe deeds done I could do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christ Still Redeems
Short and abrupt they seem to be; almost miserable is what it seems,
Filled with discontent and a need, yet they go on with empty dreams.
Searching alone to fill their need, they fall into many evil schemes,
But look to your Eternal needs, and you’ll find Christ still redeems.
This life is filled with vanity, chasing dreams that just won’t be,
Pursuing dreams of vanity, your heart and life will remain empty.
But Christ came that we may have life, and have it more abundantly,
Yes He gives you life abundantly, step out in faith and you will see.
God knows your needs, it is true, and it doesn’t matter what you do,
Seek first God’s Kingdom and all of your needs will be given to you,
Once you’re in Christ old things fade, and He makes all things new,
He’s coming back to take you to a new place He’s prepared for you.
Many are walking the empty and deceptive road of self gratification,
Although satisfied for a time, they will face eternal condemnation.
There is another road to select, with a sure everlasting foundation,
This road is free of man’s deception and it leads to God’s Salvation.
Busy at life taking care of needs, I didn’t need God, so it seemed,
But life can be quite empty indeed, trying to be one who’s esteemed.
Now that I’m saved and doing God’s deeds, never once had I dreamed,
That I would be attempting to lead you to be one of God’s Redeemed.
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
poem by Gene Gamble
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A Premeditated Wish To Be Evil
Malice with intention,
Is not forgivable.
Even after the attempt is made,
To slide these deeds,
Over to the mistake side of life.
With a simplified 'I'm sorry' said.
Anyone can identify a mistake made.
There is something about it that is obvious.
But someone who is set to release malice...
Has a premeditated wish to be evil.
Believing that revenge tasted for them,
Will then be sweet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less traveled
Ruth followed Naomi into poverty. She stayed even though her sisters in law left. On the road less traveled. David became a young king. He almost got killed by king Saul. Who was jealous. David was Gods chosen one. On the road less traveled. Jesus was rejected by all even his own. Yet he died on a tree to save sinners and rose again so any one who repents can be immortal. On the road less traveled. Job had a lot of horrible things happen to him all around the same time. Yet he did not curse God and die. On the road less traveled. God helped Esther save all of her people. She is the living proof that God has a time for everything. On the road less traveled.
You Thought Of My Kindness As Being Weak
When you chose me to be that someone
You could defeat and ruin easily...
I made every attempt to ignore you.
I even approached you to reconsider,
That which you valued in your life.
You thought of my kindness as being weak.
You thought of my respect shown to you,
A wish to have it removed to see it beaten.
Now you are loudly declaring I am the reason,
For your failures?
I am the reason why the hole you dug for yourself,
Is so deep you can not get out of it?
Look around you.
Even those you once had convinced,
I was a threat...
Are doing their best to keep you from being rescued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Evil Urge
And I see that slowly your tears are drying
And I see an ocean made by your crying
And the ocean that's within...
And I see misery to forget it I must
And all of the memories are lost
And the ocean is here within me
Flows on like an ever tear
In us all there are two separate sides
That which is evil and that which is good
Some people live by one side and others by the second
Both of them have a little bit of the other
But it must remain clear that the two depend on each other
Remember, evil is a part of the good and not the opposite
There is no sadness without joy and there is no joy without pain
There is no holy without impure and there can be no blasphemy without
holyness,
Thus the two sides must live in harmony
Unbalanced forever the evil urge brought lots of pain
It is so hard to defeat it
The evil urge sometimes arrives with heavy boots
And sometimes in gentle cat's steps
And even through blessed deeds it can drive you into deeds of wrong
A here is the one which concurs his urge
And so we must wonder what shall be the faith of the man who destroys one
and embraces the other...
The storm still rages...
song performed by by Orphaned Land
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Holy Coincidence
Just saying
When you're hearing the same thing
Everyone is talking about identity
What it mean to be me
To be who God us to be
It's like God is trying to bring up that issue
The thing I've hidden beneath my skin, hid deep within the tissue
The thing I've tried to run from my whole life, if you can call it that
The thing I've compartmentalized
The lies I crystallized
I thought it was over, I thought it wasn't important what made me, me
Why does it matter when I'm evil, when God sees who I can be
What part of me is good, what parts evil, is there any good
Can anything good come from this, don't you see it
Don't you see the overwhelming darkness, heartless pit
Maybe that is not what I should
Think or see, but how could I not? Did I not earn
The hatred that I have come to yearn
For, to not be able to imagine life without, and not imagine life at all
I thought we were done, I thought I could just forget
Just saying
Why is everyone talking to me about this?
Why are the passage I'm reading, the books I'm reading
The discussions I'm hearing, why this and why that
Why here and why not
Why, why, why
If it wasn't important then why
Could this just be coincidence?
Could it be pure randomness?
I do not know
If even close to coincidence I see God is trying to do something
Through me
To me
For me
Me
This feels
This seems
This appears
Selfish
Evil
Because it's me
I don't want to know about this identity
But I guess You won't let me forget
I guess I can't really say it's coincidence it's You speaking to me
But if in any it is, let me tell you
That's one freaking
Holy coincidence
poem by David Knox
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