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Predictably Pretensed

And here we are,
Making demands...
As if we expect to have them met!

Here we are,
After generations of standing by...
To witness our lives,
Turned upside down...
Into a complete mess expecting corrections.

Can you believe we are here right now...
Feeling upset and disrespected.
But watching every bit of what has been going on,
Go down.
Waiting for the next stimulation.
And that has always been known about us!
We are predictably pretensed,
Spoiled and delusioned.

'Get some rest,
Children.
There is a wakeup call coming.
And some of you need to be mentally prepared.
Others of you?
Well...
Do the best you can to keep up.
And 'if' you are already lost?
Forget it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Legend Fable

centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers
fabled tsunami waves devouring land lives
devastation legendary loss dwarfs memories
scale wave force shadow outruns warnings

witness awareness realities lost in three generations
generation enduring disaster becomes aged survivors
experience memory disaster to their children passes
experience more distant to their grandchildren passes
three generations fades forgotten from living memories

experience reality legend myth fable forget
three generations till people warnings forget
community crucial knowledge people forget
busy with lives love jobs experiences people forget
all except wise souls tsunami warnings heeding forget

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Everything Is Falling Part for Me

Everything is falling part for me
I have no clue what to do
Everything just turn upside down
What have I done?
We all have this feeling and
Feel like we are stupid or something
I wish I never came down here
I mess everything up
I just can't do it
I'm weak and hopeless
I let great guys down because of you
What am I supposed to do?
I cant take it anymore
I'm going keep crying
I want to get my life back, but
It's all tears apart and I need help
Everything is falling part for me
I just can't think straight because of you baby
Why you do this?
You get to me
I keep wonder if I didnt make that decision
Will things be better and different
I lost that chances you give
I feel like I have nothing left to give
To make you be with me
I never expect all this happen so fast
We can never know what happen
So when something come out of no where
We get nervous and
End up either making up right or wrong choice
So what comes around goes around so be prepared
Everything is falling part for me

poem by Christina Phan
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When You're Feeling Not Quite Your Best

How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
When performing for others becomes a test.

How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And you would rather relax and rest?

Do you do what some do and go through the steps?
Only to not care what steps to do next?
With a wish you had an understudy...
To do what you do but only better yet.

How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And to be able to get away it with no regrets.

Praying someone will remember when,
You bettered your best efforts.
As if renewed by an energy...
With a hunger to impress.
And what you are now offering...
They are willing to help you to quickly forget!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upside Down

She wiped the dish and turned it upside down;
But my uncle sat quietly watching her because,
She was his wife.

The plum,
Sorcery and divination;
But Asherah is your love and,
I have to stay off your tracks! !
And i have to watch my steps always.

Upside down,
You are making me forget all the pains of love;
But my uncle will tell you much of his own experiences.

You still worship all the lhost of heaven!
Of the sun, the moon, and the stars;
But i will now like to introduce my aunty to you,
For i have come of age.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Adolescent Deeds

Spoiled children encouraged,
To sit and witness their siblings...
Restricted from doing things,
They believe can be manipulated eventually...
Will make attempts to do anything.
If this means to them,
A getting of an attention given.
Believing with an 'innocence',
A 'cuteness' is determined.

But some children grow.
To leave behind their childishness.
With a learning not to disrespect.
Or expect child-like tantrums accepted,
Without someone rejecting their selfishness.

To then make claims of being neglected,
When left to be held accountable...
For actions that reflect,
Immaturity at its best.

And as aults who have aged,
These same 'children' become insulted.
When others too mature no longer will endure,
With a tolerance depleted and absent to feed...
Spoiled children encourage,
To perform adolescent deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last One Standing

Standing alone,
Above a bottomless void.
You just want it all,
But you’ve forgotten that I’m still here!

A lone wolf in the arctic desert,
The tiger that evades capture.
Fangs and claws,
Razor sharp in the cold clear night.

I think you’d better run now,
‘Cos I’m coming after you.
I’m the last one standing,
And I’m waiting for you!

Would you bleed,
Would you cry,
Would you kill
For your greed?

Would you leave
Those that care
All behind
For all your greed?

Can’t you see me? Last one standing
I’ve faced it all! Last one standing
You cut me down! Last one standing
I’m the last one standing and I’m coming for you!

You tortured innocent,
For you own pleasure.
Manipulating them,
To play with power.

Hunted through the night,
Shaking in the heat.
The tide of fear is rising,
And it’s drowning you alone.

I think you’d better hide now,
‘Cos I’m searching for you.
You know what’s gonna’ happen
And there’s no mean of escape!

Would you bleed,
Would you cry,
Would you kill
For your greed?

Would you leave
Those that care
All behind
For all your greed?

Can’t you see me? Last one standing
I’ve faced it all! Last one standing
You cut me down! Last one standing
I’m the last one standing and I’m coming for you!

No matter what you do,
I’ll always be there,
Watching you,
Waiting for my chance,
‘Cos I’m the last one standing,
And you’re going down!

poem by Thistle Wargul
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As If Waiting To Be Revenged

There is something about being disrespected,
That cements itself in one's mind to stay.
As if waiting to be revenged.
No matter who pretends a forgiveness has been given...
As if one's approval has been voted upon to be accepted.
By those who participated in the disrespecting.
The one disrespected does not forget.

And the culprits aren't quite sure,
If their deeds done have been remembered.
But if anyone has been singled out for mockery...
Well,
The odds they will remember being ridiculed,
Are pretty much one sided.
And those who have been 'stung' by people like this,
Do not awaken as if overnight they are excited and prepared...
To be in the presence of those whose minds have been rehabilitated.

I could care less how many scriptures are quoted.
And the recent donation of their charitable ways.
A conscious attack made upon another.
Is an attack upon another that was made consciously.
Say that any way you please.

If anything,
New tactics have been learned that has sealed one's identity.
And one's dignity maintained is never compromised,
By those wishing to make other people miserable.
And there is nothing like watching people like that,
Do that to themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Action Given

With an action given,
Expect to take one back!
There is nothing done without activation.
If you've been insulted...
Or have shared your critique.
Don't think what has been done,
Is going to provide a peaceful sleep!

Some folks can not let go...
And wish to keep a stagnation brewing!
Either it repeats in their minds,
Or they spend the time mentally reviewing.
Yes!
And it provokes a redundance.

With an action given,
Expect to take one back!
Just expect it.
It doesn't mean it is coming.
But at least you are prepared...
To be questioned or attacked!

Either way your life is perceived...
There is nothing that is 'dished'
That's going to lay flat on its back!
It will be used.
Again and again.
Observing this provides the facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!

Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.

poem by John Celes
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Meltdown

And as we witness this meltdown...
A nagging blame game begins.
Like spoiled children arguing in a playground...
They jeopardize lives without end.
Incompetent loyalists of aged documents...
Those who observe shut their eyes.
But the many who can't buffer this 'noise' they hear,
Are trapped in a hole that's deepening in size!

These fools are now believed...
And the consequences no one can leave!
'Would you like an olive in your blood cocktail? '
We are sipping this heated shhhhh...mess,
In little drips!
And the excuses come to solve this are in tattered bits!

'Would you care for more madness in silk or satin underwear?
Someone is addressing this by taking orders over there!
We must have this meltdown with more flair.
Don't you agree?
That's the way it's going to be...
Unfortunately that's their policy! '

And as we witness this meltdown...
A nagging blame game begins.
Like spoiled children arguing in a playground...
They jeopardize lives without end.
Incompetent loyalists of aged documents...
Those who observe shut their eyes.
But the many who can't buffer this 'noise' they hear,
Are trapped in a hole that's deepening in size!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're In The Air

You wanted a challenge
That's calling you higher
I landed on my feet crawling
I remember standing alone trying to forget you idling
I hate to admit that that's my reference point
But there it is
You say you want me

I'm what you found
I'm upside down
You're in the air
You're in the air
And I am breathing

Brighten the stars
The weather is lifting
The heavens love
A love like this
It's pulling you higher
Twist it and turn this around
It lights from within
It dribbles your chin
Now brings a smile
I'm lost again
I'm lost again

I'm what you found
I'm upside down
You're in the air
You're in the air
And I am breathing

I want the stars to know they've won
If only to beguile
The sky has opened up again
In heaven reconciled
I want you naked
I want you wild
I want the stars to know they win
Give me that smile
Just give it me
Just turn it on
I'm lost again

I'm what you found
I'm upside down
You're in the air
I'm what you found
I'm upside down
You're in the air
I'm what you found
I'm upside down
You're everywhere
You're in the air
And I am breathing you

song performed by by R.E.M. from Up
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Watching For Pa

Three little forms in the twilight gray,
Searching the shadows across the way;
Two pair of black eyes, and one of blue --
Brimful of love, and of mischief too;
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!

Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!

May, with her placid and thoughtful brow,
Beaming with kindness and love just now;
Willie the youngest, in anguish did lay,
Stealing sly kisses from sister May,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!

Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!

Nellie, with ringlets of sunny hue,
Cosily nested between the two;
Pressing her cheeks to the window pane,
Wishing the absent one home again.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!

Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!

Now there are shouts from the window seat;
There is a patter of childish feet;
Gaily they rush through the lighted hall --
"Coming at last" is the joyful call.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!

Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!

poem by Henry Clay Work
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For A While

Lost in day to day
turned another way
with a laugh, a kind hello
some small talk with those I know
I forget that I'm not over you
for a while
A wave an easy grin
a smile to put them in
with other lives to listen to
and some work I've got to do
I forget that I'm not over you
for a while
Days go buy with no empty feeling
until I remember you're gone
People say to me,you need company
when you have some time to spend
drop around and meet a friend
they forget that I'm not over you
for a while
they forget that I'm not over you
for a while

song performed by by Nina Simone
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What Did You Expect?

You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?

When I heard your words,
I didn't object but accepted.
My mind is at total rest.

What I gave to you,
Was my all and best.
And the only thing you showed to me,
Was a disrespect.

My dignity and pride,
I will always protect.
And I thank God,
I did not allow you to come near them.

It wont be me awakening,
To a cold shoulder I did not expect.
You will be the one receiving that...
From the next one and the next one...
And all the others,
You thought would love you...
Better than my best!

And being 'done' by the likes of you,
Has given me a sense of complete rest.
you have no idea how much you've been spoiled.

You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
I know who I am.
And you will discover that,
When you are shut out unwanted...
To stand alone on someone's doorstep,
Whining like a wet puppy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resistance To Its Existence

Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experience Reality Legend Fable

experience is life real raw felt first hand
individually family community endured
wounds physical emotional are mourned
disaster horrific impact wounds seasoned
salt tears shed bitter loss stuns afflicted

experience witnessed is etched into landscapes
experience witnessed stretches to far horizons
disasters holocaust plague beyond comprehensions
acceptances tolerances tested beyond pain thresholds
normality security shelter food resources possessions

centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers
fabled tsunami waves devouring land lives
devastation legendary loss dwarfs memories
scale wave force shadow outruns warnings

witness awareness realities lost in three generations
generation enduring disaster becomes aged survivors
experience memory disaster to their children passes
experience more distant to their grandchildren passes
three generations fades forgotten from living memories

experience reality legend myth fable forget
three generations till people warnings forget
community crucial knowledge people forget
busy with lives love jobs experiences people forget
all except wise souls tsunami warnings heeding forget

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mess Around

I like messin'round
I wanna mess around with you
Your love's so profound
Let's break some taboo
I want you in sensurround
Let me see you hoochie-coo
'Cos I like messin'round
I like mess around with you
I like the hanky-panky
I like the boogaloo
But what I like to do the best
Is messin'round with you
I wanna mess around
I wanna mess around with you
You're so superfine
I wanna fool around with you
I don't object to nothin'
Whatever you suggest
But before you say "I do"
I have one request
Hold me, squeeze me
You drive me crazy with your teasin'
Love that feeling
Baby peel me off the ceiling
Take me higher
'Til you set my soul on fire now
I wanna mess around
I wanna mess around with you
Turn me upside down
Let me fool around with you
Ooh let's mess around
Let's get into something new
Better cannot be found
I like messin'round with you
I like to do the mambo
I like to tango too
But what I like to do the most is
Rock n'roll with you
I wanna
Hold you, squeeze you
Come here sugar let me tease you
Feel that feeling
Just like dancing on the ceiling
Take you higher
'Til I set your soul on fire now
I like messin'round
I wanna mess around with you
Your love's so profound
Let's break some taboo
I wanna mess around
Let me see you hoochie-coo
You're so superfine
I wanna mess around with you
Turn me upside down
Let me taste the proof
Baby let's fool around
I wanna mess around with you
I like messin' round
I like mess around with you
I wanna mess around (very quiet)

song performed by by Robert Palmer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Youre In The Air

(buck/mills/stipe)
You wanted a challenge thats calling you higher
I landed on my feet by crawling
I remember standing alone trying to forget you idling
I hate to admit that thats my reference point
But there it is you say you want me
Im what you found, Im upside down
Youre in the air, youre in the air and I am breathing
Brighten the stars
The weather is lifting the heavens love a love like this
Its pulling you higher twist it and turn this around
It lights from within it dribbles your chin
Now brings a smile, Im lost again
Im lost again
Im what you found, Im upside down
Youre in the air, youre in the air and I am breathing you
I want the stars to know theyve won if only to beguile
The sky has opened up again in heavens reconciled
I want you naked, I want you wild, I want the stars to know they win
Give me that smile, just give it me, just turn it on, Im lost again
Im what you found, Im upside down
Youre in the air
Im what you found, Im upside down
Youre in the air
Im what you found, Im upside down
Youre everywhere, youre in the air and I am breathing you

song performed by by REM
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Platform 33

Platform 33
~
I sit waiting on the platform
Watching lives and souls rattle by
From and to the unknown
So many stories being written
I have forgotten why I wait
Am I due to catch my train
Or greet my love from another
Sat world watching
Noticing moments in others lives
The smiles and laughter
The tears and pain
I am not sure if I am effected
Or just taking notes
Making my own stories
While I wait on the platform
A wind whistles through
A slight chill to the air
I stay sat, watching, waiting
Trying to remember
How I got here

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Like The Spoiled Children They Are

People are quick to express their wrongdoings,
As if shocked those most affected...
Are upset because those 'wrongdoings',
Had been purposely directed to sacred beliefs...
Maintained for centuries,
With a smearing done by those of free speech...
Who expect without respecting the values of others,
They can do and say what they please...
Just to get an attention like the spoiled children they are!
Believing they should be forgiven for their misdeeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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