People Are Desperate
When is it time to defend one's beliefs?
Prior to preparing breakfast,
And having noonday snacks...
With the person relaxed enough,
To attack them!
IF one professes to be faithfully attached...
And not trying to adapt to please!
But then again...
People are desperate to be in the company,
With anyone they might regard...
As being part of the majority!
And who really likes to feel alone,
Taking their own prescribed medications.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have No Similar Interests
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
You had fast backing from a society.
Many professed as normal.
The one that sets standards...
With values to achieve.
You also had 'close' friends,
You spent time with.
I lived in my own 'world'.
And your laughter persisted.
Until it recently has drifted,
Away.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that attack now you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
Why am I now,
Getting your unanswered calls?
We have no similar interests.
None that bestows a wish,
To speak to you.
And all that I have gone through...
I just let my telephone ring.
Often to go unnoticed.
Any hellos I wish to here...
Are personal and exchanged,
When I am near...
From ear to ear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's such a struggle to protect your integrity and dignity in this industry ... they really want to attack your morality and your beliefs. They need you to give up a certain part of yourself before they'll initiate you into 'stardom' ... I've always been kind of a hermit. I find my joy in the little things they want to take away from me. Prior to all this, I took pleasure from being the observer. Now I'm the observed.
quote by Hayden Christensen
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I Hate Schizophrenia
I hate schizophrenia-
Spending months in a locked ward,
Pacing up and down low piled carpeted halls
Between therapy groups, and those nothing to do weekends.
Oh, how I hate schizophrenia.
I hate having schizophrenia,
Having to take at least seven medications
To get me through the day, and to take Ativan
To assure me a normal night’s sleep.
I hate having schizophrenia.
I hate this illness I have called schizophrenia.
Taking the Seroquel and Abilfy that make me ravenous so
I feel that I must spend the day vigorously exercising to
Keep my weight at a normal range, and to live on rabbit food.
How I hate this illness called schizophrenia.
I hate my terrible illness, schizophrenia.
If I don’t take multiple medications,
I hallucinate, get paranoid and delusional,
Have sleepless nights after nights, and
I have no motivation.
I have schizophrenia and how angry it makes me feel.
Nurses, so called friends and therapists half my age
Treat me as if I were a child.
I am ill so I cannot be trusted.
I have schizophrenia and how angry it makes me feel.
I hate schizophrenia.
It is an illness that has a stigma attached to it, and
It has a grip on me.
It impairs my functioning and
It mars my relationships.
I hate schizophrenia.
I despise and resent having this terrible illness.
All of my relatives are well adjusted and highly functional.
I was born the black sheep; Why am I this way?
It’s so unfair!
When I think of it tears stream down my face.
I must have removed my glasses a hundred times today to
Wipe the tears away, yet
They keep on flowing.
I despise and resent having this terrible illness.
I don’t like being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Even in the darkness of the night on heavy medications
Voices haunt me.
I just want people to leave me alone.
I want to run away from the world and
Escape to a world of my own.
I don’t like being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
My name is not “schizophrenia”.
It is the name of this illness I was cursed with.
I am so angry now I could scream and hit the walls.
But the staff would come and grab me and throw me in seclusion, if I did.
Yes, that empty room with a hard mattress in a corner on the floor.
I could destroy myself.
I suppose all of us who have schizophrenia feel this way sometimes.
I suppose what upsets me the most is what
People say about me:
“She is schizophrenic.”
I am not “schizophrenic.”
I am a human being, flesh and blood with an illness.
I am a person, NOT an illness.
It is a constant struggle for all of us who have schizophrenia, to
Be a label, not a person.
That is the biggest problem with people in this world.
They label us, who are ill,
They don’t see us as just people.
And people we are, inside and out, not diseases.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chances Of Testing It
Slow to face challenges.
Yet quick to defend faith...
Long after dismissing chances of testing it,
Has passed to grasp its strength.
Only proves one chooses to remain in control.
With a delaying done to value the benefit,
Of witnessing beliefs one professes to keep...
In daily prayer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Like Poetry
Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Food Anymey
Snacks is
Not food...
But...
you...
Eat food
Some of snacks...
Helthy good...
Take food
At snacks leval
Avoid snacks
With any time...
Snacks is your
Anymey of food...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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In conversion you are not attached primarily to an order, nor to an institution, nor a movement, nor a set of beliefs, nor a code of action - you are attached primarily to a Person, and secondarily to these other things.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Self Serving
Some people breathe to feed their insecurities.
And not face them head on.
But tolerate them...
As if to cover up arms,
By putting them through shirt sleeves.
And dress up these insecurities...
As if to adorn like ornaments!
To gain approval from others,
Who themselves believe...
This is as easy as discussing,
Their prescribed medications.
Or sermons preached!
To relieve and comfort after taking remedies...
For illnesses such as high cholesterol.
While all declare an abstinence,
From self serving small town gossip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obstacles Arrive
Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
And as perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.
Obstacles arrive not as ornaments to wear.
To one day disappear as if,
Not a one had ever been there.
Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
As perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.
This that is here,
Has been labelled a tree.
See it?
That which is above us,
Has been called a sky!
Can you see it?
Those who stare over there back at us,
Are referred to as people!
You can wave...
It's okay!
And you...
Believe this or not,
Are one of them.
So am I.
Like a you.
Like a me.
Like a we...
Are all a part of a 'they' and a 'them'.
And for all of us...
Obstacles arrive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faithfully
Nothing could compare to your love
I wake up feeling good everyday
I used to have a problem with love
Until you re-directed my way
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Some say love is just a word
But I know what it really means
A future and stability is what
That is what you've given to me
Even though we've had many arguments
This is stronger than any love has ever been
Baby through it all you've been there for me
And I love you just because you love faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Don't ever change
I just want you the same
If you take your love away
I don't ever wanna here about you not being in my life
Because you love me so faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
song performed by by Faith Evans from Faithfully
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This Universe (They Have This Need)
Do not become fooled or tricked by them.
The ones who talk of both fear and sin.
Their way of observing life may be coming to its end.
But this Universe is full of abundance.
Perhaps for them there is this 'need' to believe...
What they have created has to be deflated!
There is this need for some to feel defeated.
As if it's up to them who lives to breathe!
There is this need for some to feel defeated.
As if it's up to them who stays and leaves.
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
Do not become fooled or tricked by them.
The ones who talk of both fear and sin.
Their way of observing life may be coming to its end.
But this Universe is full of abundance.
Perhaps for them there is this 'need' to believe...
What they have created has to be deflated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My dear cigarette
My dear cigarette
Now I shall have to
Depart from you
I have realized
Your company is not
Good for me
In the disguise
Of a friend
You are an enemy
To me
I candidly admit
When I was alone
You gave me company
When I was tense
You relaxed me
When I used to drink
You increased my
Pleasure
When I was young
With you, I felt modern
All said and done
You damaged my lungs
Your smoke causes
Irritation too many
Damages their health
As it damaged mine
Kills people before time
Your smoke is
No less than a fire
Which burns?
A person from inside
I do not want
Others to accept
Your gift of cancer
As I did
Now I bid
Farewell to you
27-02-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Glued To Fractured Values
The same people who remain glued,
To fractured values that no longer to them soothe...
As they use to completely do,
Are also the very same people who would love to be convinced...
They have the power to put others on the defensive.
To prove to themselves that every belief they have kept,
Continues to make sense.
If only someone would aggressively step forward,
To admit they have no questions to leave them doubting...
About which beliefs to keep faithfully.
Among the few of those beliefs they have left.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think I'm a people person. I get very attached to people. And I've become so attached to all the people on my show, the cast, the crew and the producers.
quote by Victoria Pratt
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My Little Pennies
My little pennies fall down the street,
Every road must lead to your door
Shutting and opening from time to time.
Then, relaxed foot soldiers bombard the
Building of yielding harmony
Enclosed within the chambers and walls.
My lasting pony crawls with menace
And liars stalk the ground for the religion.
This face has bought a rare contentment,
The satisfied people of the cattle and ponies
Are the next solvers of the century.
Then this century arrives to stop the pleasant mind,
Kicking and beating the headlong warriors,
Minds are attached to the sworn elders
Always in conformity with their beliefs
That grew from a stable base.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Inseparable (Shadow)
Where on earth
Will my shadow go
When on this earth
My time ceases to be?
Will it have
no place to go,
No other choice
but faithfully follow me?
Is there a place
Where shadows go
To spend
In eternity?
Or will my shadow
Shine finally,
And happily jump
In the box with me?
I truly hope
it comes along with me
When from this realm
I'm dispatched
It's never left my side, you see
I'm not sure it can live alone
I feel it's become a part of me
A part which I've become quite attached
So follow close behind…
close tight the lid my dark companion!
We've so many things yet to see…
Stardust, infinity, magic and mystery
My friend, my shadow…and me
poem by David Whalen
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On right side
I have tested it all
Responded well with the call
Yet I remain on the back seat
People avoid to look at me and greet
I had been kind enough to people
To render all kind help in case of any trouble
Yet it all boomeranged on me like surprise attack
As if some of my interest was at stake
It is good quality of person if nobility is paid in same coin
Why at all good work must result in some kind of pain?
Is it so difficult to tell person a simple thank you?
Not in response to kind gesture but in recognition of truth
It is human nature to forget soon
Like we get relaxed after hot afternoon
Life may have faced many difficulties
But soon to forget when attained full capability
Elder may boost of having seen the age
They have lot more to tell and write on page
But what if you are given cold shudder?
Disregarded altogether and shown the ladder
You may know exactly what is to be done in course of time
You may be pushed aside in some of the cases sometimes
That may give you room to think and brace up for challenge
So it is mental state where you feel nothing and try to manage
It is good to be on right side
Acknowledge and if possible oblige
It is nice of a person if good things are remembered
Truth may always surface even if tempered
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Myself and my Person
There are moments
when I feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.
This comforts and reassures me,
this heartens me,
just as my tridimensional body
is heartened by my own authentic shadow.
There are moments
when I really feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.
I stop
at a street corner to turn left
and I wonder what would happen
if my own person walked to the right.
Until now that has not happened
but it does not settle the question.
poem by Anna Swirszczynska
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Taught To Hate
How many valued relationships,
Have been destroyed...
By those professing to be innocent,
As they depict themselves as victims.
How many are quick to listen,
To those who lie?
Unknowing the ones who do this...
Are seeking more attention yet deceive.
How many are easily duped,
To awaken to learn they have been fools?
And how many discover it is too late,
To appreciate the ones they have been taught to hate.
And...
How many of those who have been hated,
Have turned their backs...
On those who now each other attack?
And...
How many who attack each other like that,
Wish those they should have appreciated...
Returned to defend their backs.
And...
How many who have ever been backstabbed,
Feel honored they have been asked to defend...
Those who had betrayed them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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