Played Secretly
There are those who use others,
To mask their insecurities.
As if in the doing,
They are protected and immuned...
From scrutiny.
With a continuing of victimizing,
In a declaration of their innocence.
And there are some,
Who extend to the ones like this...
An empathy.
Not knowing that they themselves,
Are being played like rooks to deploy.
Quicker than pawns to destroy,
By the ones choosing to create their own rules.
Believing the making of fools to be played secretly,
While keeping their activities...
Close to their chest to gain adulation,
Will keep them in the game to gain more attention.
And ultimately they do.
But not for the reasons they pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Martyr
He with weak fantasies,
Delivered from bended knees...
Pledged to beg.
A martyr.
With delusions to feed.
And believing he has rights,
To sacrifice his life.
For purposes to gain notoriety.
Hoping his activities,
Gain an attention sought!
And meant to leave,
Those observing...
Impressed.
And left to express deep empathy,
Addressed.
Knowing...
If his heart can be on his sleeve,
To bleed publicly!
As he does.
To represent,
The very best of suffering!
He has no other needs to fulfill.
And they are thrilled,
He is determined...
To offer them an escape from their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A fool's game
It was a fool's game that should not begin
And you played it without honest rules
If you thought that you will always win
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can get me easy
And you tried to do this without honest rules
If you thought that my way to be is sleazy
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can hunt me slowly
And you danced this without honest rules
If you thought that I will love you only
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
It was a morbid dance without real feelings
A dance of wishes without honest rules
If you thought that love means mutual dealings
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you will be a winer
In this love fight without honest rules
If you thought I'm a cake at your dinner
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
And if you thought you can get everything
In this world of yours without honest rules
If you thought that I'm an easy stupid thing
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War
Hatred is such a powerful emotion,
Three letters that create such commotion.
War is a word that bares no goals,
It shall ravage land and blacken souls...
Warriors chant their blood thirsty song,
Each side believing they're not wrong.
Instead of life they only breed death,
While innocence breathe's it's last breath...
Hero's are born yet soon they die,
Families despair and children cry.
For war is a beast that knows no rules,
It's a game that is only played by fools...
Politicians have never witnessed the blood,
Or the men that are lost in the mud.
A game of chess they seem to play,
With the life's of men in a cavalier way...
The choice is simple for us to make,
To deny the demon for mankind's sake.
For as long as both shall hold a breath,
Then war shall deal us only death...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Mighty Fortress Provides My God
A mighty fortress provides my God.
Against intruders perpetrating their conflicts.
And inside I am comforted with the knowing of it.
My experiences and tested faith has proven to me,
A truth no one can deceive...
To have me believe otherwise.
God and I have been too close for too long,
For the right reasons.
With a keeping of my activities known and protected.
No matter who lingers outside to advocate,
The passing of their judgements.
With a soliciting to deceive the nonbelievers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody Is There To Listen
Choosing to sustain, maintain and keep their livelihoods,
They did what most conformed people do!
They chose to create no waves.
They kept their mouths closed.
Perceiving they would keep their beliefs intact.
Perceiving themselves to be envied.
And their way of life...
Safe.
If they just played the game and rolled along...
As followers.
to muffle if not silence any disagreements.
And of course...
Many thought they would gain favor,
If they became the model of a teamplayer.
With the giving of incentives for their efforts.
'And our choice for the employee of the month,
Goes to...'
Today?
That game they played is over.
And many protest in anger.
Their obsession with loyalities have been repossessed.
And many are vocal as they protest.
Today?
Nobody is there or expresses they care...
Who amongst them has followed to achieve,
Years of documented devotion and loyalty
Today?
They are just in the way.
Like in those days when they were paid...
To ignore the cries of others.
What a difference not having a paycheck makes!
And nobody is there to listen or even care...
Who now 'whines' about their lives.
When everybody knows they are too lazy to work or find a job.
And all they want to do is sit at home, watch TV and collect welfare.
'That's true, isn't it?
That's what we've been always told to believe.
And...
If they didn't like it 'here',
Why don't they go back where they came from? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a Race to Chase Another Pointless 'ism
In a race to chase another pointless 'ism'.
With a reason to critique,
To compare discreeted insecurities.
With a belief that in the doing,
One's assessment will be perceived...
As politically correct to effect mindsets!
Racism exposes itself,
As a defective game played by those...
With selfish aims to gain.
To impose further conflicts of interests.
With a wish hypocrisies inflicted,
Continue to be ignored!
Although implemented to be explored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weak and Much Flawed
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.
And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Because what has been obtained,
Has for you no appeal.
However...
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.
And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Is this because you are feeling used?
And you had desires to abuse?
Don't confuse the issue.
Sit back to use the tissues left.
Or take your tears...
To others more willing to open their ears.
And have no idea,
Your deceits are weak and much flawed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of The Doing
What I have managed to accomplish,
With a focus on attempts to pursue...
Has not been without sacrifice or effort,
And a fixed determination to prove...
My life live and the experience of living,
Means more than approval to me someone gives.
I am here to live life.
And adventure possibilities to either create,
Or accept as is.
And those who sit seeking acceptance,
Are usually the ones wasting time to complain.
While conducting campaigns to gain sympathy.
With a hope empathy is there to share in abundance.
People like this are often limited.
And grieving with excuses to make them sound legitimate.
I am not immuned from making mistakes.
And as long as I live there will be more I will make.
But...
It will be in the midst of the doing done.
And not in the faking...
To allow to be dismissed,
The seriousness of my wishes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cricket World Bows Before Sachin, India Bows Before Bangladesh
The much awaited century
Of this centuary fructified at last
When Sachin flicked a ball
On the leg side
And ran, nay walked, his
Hundredth run again Bangladesh for the first time
The celebration knew no bounds
The President and the Prime Minister of India
Are among those who joined
The cricket world to congratulate
Sachin on this feat
But, as an Indian
I felt it was a let down
For Team India
As it suffered a defeat
At the hands of an opponent
Who are a reasonably new entry
Into International Cricket
Many would get angry with me
When I say
That Sachin's hundredth hundred was
Only responsible for this defeat
He might have played well
But, definite he played very slow
Probably, keeping in mind
The much talked about century of his
It was not an one dayer he played
He was inching and inching towards his century
He, definitely, performed a feat
But paved way, in the process a defeat
True, cricketing world has reasons
To applaude him
But, Team India has stronger reasons
To fault him
Sachin blasted, really? , his century
And Bangladesh blasted India
It was Sachin's gain
It was Team India's pain
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Return of the forest
War …………………!
War …………………! !
War to the dwellers
Gain ………………….!
Gain ………………….! !
Gain from the vain of inheritance
tranquil and madly ready
Wasn’t a massacre.
War ………………..!
War: joint-sperm to replenish
On the soil of mute.
Gain ………………….!
Gain; they are exiled and wont return.
Lia, eldest honoured to keep the peace.
Egwe, youngest, Gloried to care.
War ……………..!
War ……………...! !
War, their peace troubled to escape.
War, ‘’Warri’’ destroyed and no one to cook with the fire
Slattered and prisioned tittles.
War ………………!
War ………………! !
War, Gain, gain, gain.
These enemies of pacifism
wait for no age,
dwellers of all land.
To claim, to reign and gain.
Little wheeze close to the prewinkle.
sneeze their repent.
poem by Ebi Robert
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I'm loosing myself........
I've always been courted,
never have I been dragged into a cave......
This man,
so brave.
Childlike he likes to play,
a game?
or just a normal day?
I know I'm the prey....
I know I'm the prize....
Yet something...
about his eyes.
His scars can speak to my soul,
loving him..
no goal.
It's different,
it; s strange.
My whole life.....
REARRANGED!
So the minute I stop playing,
give my attention,
and be real.....
It truly was a game he played....
my heart...
what a steal.
Laughing and bragging about my pain,
no soul....
nothing to gain!
This can't be true...
I used to play the game
better than you!
I'm loosing myself into your soul....
these dice in my hand...
roll....
I'm loosing myself,
that's all!
Game Over
Counters laid, last card played, final dice thrown,
Match over, time up, final whistle blown
Game packed up, set aside, for another day
Two players, now apart, gone separate ways.
She was too committed; he hardly cared
Often she played solo, few games were shared.
In the end time ran out, so did the fun
Lost cards, broken pieces, too soon it was done.
He made all the rules up; she played it straight
He lied and cheated, it was stale-mate
Lost opportunities, failed strategies
Game plan was forgotten, nothing would please
The game is now over, nobody won
Why does she sit and cry, wanting to play on?
poem by Jackie Metcalfe
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No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...
song performed by by Scorpions
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Price To Play
Fail to see
how destructive we can be
taking without giving back
'til the damage can be seen
can you see?
can you see?
The more you take
The more you blame
But everything still feels the same
The more you hurt
The more you strain
The price you pay to play to game
Then all you see
And all you gain
And all you step on without shame
There are no rules
No one to blame
The price to play the game
Apathy
the chosen way to be
blindly look the other way
while you waste away with me
can you see?
can you see?
The more you take
The more you blame
But everything still feels the same
The more you hurt
The more you strain
The price you pay to play to game
Then all you see
And all you gain
And all you step on without shame
There are no rules
No one to blame
The price to play the game
What you pay to play the game
what you pay to play the game
what you pay to play the game
what you pay to play the game
The more you take
The more you blame
But everything still feels the same
The more you hurt
The more you strain
The price you pay to play to game
Then all you see
And all you gain
And all you step on without shame
There are no rules
No one to blame
The price to play the game
What you pay to play the game
what you pay to play the game
what you pay to play the game
what you pay to play the game
song performed by by Staind
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Daring To Be Defeated
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
They lie to themselves and expect understanding.
Foolish are their delusions.
But an acceptance to be corrected...
Is taken for criticisms refused to enhance a growth.
People like this want to feel protected,
Like a child caught in a lie.
With a tantrum to come that is provoked.
And the circumstances they must face,
They don't do that!
They rather run to hide inside their minds...
Where trappings of safety begin to take place.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
A stripping to expose flaws,
Is difficult to do.
A willingness to be wounded...
Speeds up the advancing of a truth.
And when truth is denied,
For something less painful to receive and accept...
A maturity to gain becomes a stagnation repeated.
With a daring to be defeated...
Conquered by insecurities,
As a surrounding wall that falsely protects.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
Stubbornly affixed to their insecurities,
Keeping them appeased and weak!
Daring to be defeated!
But defeated by a weakness...
Keeps their insecurities appeased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Want to Gain...What?
You want to gain...
What?
Fame, fortune and wealth?
To feel you are above everyone else?
To deal them with teases...
Just to please yourself?
You want to gain...
What?
Attention you insist belongs to you?
To set pretensions upon their point of view.
What does this 'really' do for you?
Would this erase your insecurities...
And those obscenities that you spew?
You want to gain...
What?
A dignity and pride...
With 'things' and objects,
You believe holds a head high.
Or eyes on you!
To be awed by a fake persona.
And left transfixed...
By your masquerading of it!
You clearly feel an emptiness.
And this you keep inside.
Nothing you choose to express to impress...
Will ever address what you deny!
And an identity unknown...
Seems to leave you depressed,
With regrets.
This is shown!
And moving forward beyond this...
With determined steps,
Will not gain you what you wish.
If you are too afraid...
To expose and admit,
Mistakes you've made!
But you insist...
None are there to fix.
You want to gain...
What?
A way to disguise your blemishes,
There and appearing.
Or a way to escape from your flaws?
No one finds endearing.
Which of these do you believe can not be seen?
You want to gain...
What?
Another life?
One you don't find,
So disgusting?
To live one that is lived perfectly right!
One you wished you had lived less distrusting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Musical Chairs
People who accuse others of lieing,
When their entire lives have been based upon...
Well,
Delusional comforts!
And other conveniences to keep truth,
A distant entity.
Are reasons why those in most communities,
Have difficulty achieving unity.
Honesty is treated,
As if everyone is attending a masquerade party.
And trading masks as if a game of musical chairs,
Is being played.
And those chairs...
Instead of a subtraction done?
When the music stops?
They are added to accomodate those joining the charade.
And that's how that game is played today.
With many folks getting tired of this,
To leave the party and their costumes behind!
They prepare for new days to approach.
Knowing they have to come!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Not only because of its colour
And not only because of it fragrance
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Also because of the thorns
It holds very close
A gain is a gain is a gain is a gain
Not only because of its pleasure
And the attendant treasure
A gain is a gain is a gain is a gain
Also because of the pain
That, as a part with gain does remain
A joy is a joy is a joy is a joy
Not only because of the emotional elevation
And sorrow attenuation
A joy is a joy is a joy is a joy
Because of the efforts did you employ
A success is a success is a success is a success
Not only because another milestone cross
And because of the new fame you will soon possess
A success is a success is a success is a success
Because you did sweat in the process
A peace is a peace is a peace is a peace
Not only because of the tranquility
And because of the balanced ability
A peace is a peace is a peace is a peace
Because of the war waged against
Disturbance and instability
Full impact of a thing comes to full visibility
Only when its contrast is held in close vicinity
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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