Preferring Nostalgic Glances
Trapped to rehearse and perfect practices,
To satisfy a doing with a purpose unclear.
Since the doing in an atmosphere,
Has made such practices...
Scrutinized to be questioned,
By those unsure of a reason that fades.
Yet a fearing to let them go,
To welcome an unknown left unexplained...
Makes for the necessity of changes,
A process of growth...
Too foreign to fathom.
And too complex,
For those preferring nostalgic glances,
With demands for them to come alive...
Repeatedly before their accepting eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Practices Abstinence
There's always talk about...
The getting of sex.
There's always talk about...
An innocence to protect.
And there's always talk about...
What children will do next,
If they don't ignore temptation...
And practice abstinence.
Who practices abstinence...
When the meaning's lean on doing.
And who practices abstinence...
When we're marketed to be teased,
To please...
The senses,
With a pleasure to release.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
There's always talk about...
The getting of sex.
Yet...
Who practices abstinence.
Yet who practices abstinence.
There's always talk about...
An innocence to protect.
Yet...
Who practices abstinence.
Yet who practices abstinence.
When the meaning's lean on doing.
And who practices abstinence...
When we're marketed to be teased,
To please...
The senses,
With a pleasure to release.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
Who practices abstinence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All human societies go through fads in which they temporarily either adopt practices of little use or else abandon practices of considerable use.
quote by Jared Diamond
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Practice makes
Practice makes a man perfect and I
Engaged myself in repeated practices.
I am doing everything for your sake
Even renunciate everything that are with me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Litau
Landlords and tenants,
Conceding with the muse of the selfish practices around;
But try to get rid of these bad practices in the society around you.
Ambiguous,
Necessarily,
Preventing;
And like the landlords and the tenants in your town!
For, i am Litau with the words of peace;
However, the continent of Africa needs help.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Arrivals push the existing.
Discovery outdates the old theories.
Invention removes old practices.
Knowledge removes superstitions.
Experience amends opinions.
I rewrite my thoughts repeatedly.
20.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not to say that corporations are perfect today, but even grand corporations like Dupont have made immense progress in translating some of their past environmentally damaging practices into new profit opportunities.
quote by Maurice Strong
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The Quality Of Retaliation
When I have heard to learn,
I have mistreated someone for no apparent reason.
And they were innocently chosen to be victimized,
For nothing wrong at all that was done.
Be aware of this...
The quality of retaliation,
Is not randomly done by anyone.
A repayment is often specific.
However...
If I've been accused for a mis-doing of 'this' or of 'that',
To anyone who has to chat to another,
Unknown to others as to what has been implemented...
That person no longer for me exists.
Especially someone who practices cowardice.
What would be the point to have folks believe,
They can do what they please to then leave...
With accusations they have been treated mean.
What would be the point to continue feeding such an ego,
Without nipping that nonsens,
From a stench someone is accustomed to smell and see grow.
Awareness clears the sky from all clouded eyes.
And alerts the mind to any malfunctions needing to be corrected.
A mouth split to speak from both sides of it,
Can be made to keep closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Spaces Limited
So many are stuck in times,
Within locked minds fearing change.
Or the process that takes them...
Away to new places.
And experiences unexplained.
In spaces limited a rotation continues.
A rotation accepted with the sameness of it!
Like a rusting with dust given permission to oxidize...
Bright eyes dull,
Minimizing active lives.
Although a freedom is there to breathe and do it deeply...
Many prefer their familiar ruts.
With others who have given up.
To share and say what they would do...
If God would bless them with a stroke of good luck.
In spaces limited a rotation continues.
A rotation accepted with the sameness of it!
So many are stuck in times,
Within locked minds fearing change.
Or the process that takes them...
Away to new places.
And experiences unexplained.
Like a rusting with dust given permission to oxidize...
Bright eyes dull,
Minimizing active lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors.
Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors.
Where Is My Reason?
Where is my reason?
Too many choices,
Makes my purpose unclear.
I know what to fear,
That has been pointed out to me.
I know the cost of living life,
Is rising steadily from my sight.
I know what is wrong,
Since few things done seem right.
When daylight comes...
It's going to be followed by the night!
But I hunger inside,
To feed an appetite that hides.
I watch others struggle in battles they fight!
Is that why I was born?
Just to take away from others...
What I choose and think I might like?
But 'where' is my 'reason'...
If what I take makes others uptight?
It can't be a comforting lifestyle,
For anyone involved in this plight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can’t Breathe This Greed Industrialization
atmosphere
provide
oxygen
atmosphere
provide
carbon dioxide
atmosphere provide
for plants animals
seal in an ecosystem
atmosphere
guardian part
of water cycle
complex interactions
elements in atmosphere
without atmosphere
there would
be possible
no life at all
give me a little
of my God given air
of my God created air
give me a little
so i may breathe in renewed
complex wonder of creation
pollution sticks in my throat
burns eyes throat burns
mankind is burning creation
can’t breathe this
greed
industrialization
give
me less greenhouse
gases
earth pump
as God created
engineered
give me
a little
clean air
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Trapped
Brother john saw visions of god
So they put him in chains
For acting too odd
As the crowd shouted, off with his head
The priest said, have mercy
Lets burn him instead
Trapped
Trapped in a world that he never made
I woke up with my head on the floor
In a windowless cell
A room full of doors
I got lost, now Im so far behind
Took so much advice
Forgot my own mind
Trapped
Trapped in a world that I never made
We cant be slowed down by a big bunch of lip
And nobody cares about your paranoid trip
You know death and the devil sure got it easy today
Souls come so cheap some people give theirs away
Youve got to break out, youve got to prove youre alive
What makes you think that the weak survive
And if you dont have the stomach
For all this radical crap
Then have the guts to stand for something
Or youre gonna be trapped
Trapped
Trapped in a world that you never made
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Witnessing As I Live
I have never before been given the opportunity,
To rehearse the process of aging.
Some would have others believe,
They are gifted with the expertise.
And already know what it is like.
I don't.
I am witnessing as I live my life...
With a wisdom I have never known.
And mysterious aches I feel in my bones,
As if done to remind me...
'Something' seeks attention and wishes it shown.
I have never before been given the opportunity,
To rehearse the process of aging.
But I must admit,
The process is interesting.
Although...
Being around those who announce their pains,
Is more aggravating than anything else.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beware Of Soliloquy!
Try, try until
Every practices become routine,
try, try until,
Every act becomes your Life
style,
fully digested, Assimilated,
Runs with every heartbeat,
Circulated as your own blood,
Let your blood lose all colour,
All odour and become distilled
water, Boiled over furnace of
indifference! Then comes a day,
All that practices pay, All become inaction in action,
Man with no soliloquy!
soliloquy is an act of ego,
Ego is that stain of blood,
That can't be wiped with blood
itself, Be a thoughtless,
Mindless ego,
Let it die!
yet mindful existence as nothing,
One remain,
No thoughts no soliloquy, Never even wish before,
Grand silence of ego's death,
Never even celebrate or mourn,
Let ego die without food and
shelter,
Ego is shelter of ego itself, Never think words are mine and
comments are yours,
Think your own voice recochet,
Or bounces back
as own echo!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Drowning
Everything is so complex
Everyday is like a test full of opsticals
That almost seem impossible
And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
How long have I been drinking?
Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.
People say I'm a star but I still think ill never make it.
And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I feel there's something missing
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
I've been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.
Looking at myself trying to get things right.
And I'm feeling just another breath not a minute left.
I feel the darkness lifting.
There was a time
That I questioned if Id ever be alright.
Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.
And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
I feel there's something missing.
I'm running from myself and all the things I don't like.
Living every night like it's the last night.
And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I need to stop resisting.
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
song performed by by Crazy Town
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Afghan society is very complex, and Afghanistan has a very complex culture. Part of the reason it has remained unknown is because of this complexity.
quote by Mohsen Makhmalbaf
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A Summer Later
All this time
I still feel weak
at the sight of her face
It all went wrong
The line fades to dots
and our hearts replaced
after a season of sharp tongues
former lovers turned opponents
morning routines interrupted
with daydreams of precious moments
Masking these emotions
behind painkillers
and silly Facebook statuses
dodging the memories
with F bombs
and psychological practices
a whole summer
drowned in alcoholic beverages
to drown out the sweet words
uttered from your lips
Yet I still hum
I still hum those tunes
played by the beat of my heart
and the swing of your hip
Dancing in your basement
snuggling under blankets
the cold atmosphere
defrosted by love
and now
alone
bitter
broken
confused
yet I still long for you
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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The Social Out Cast
All are against me and say I can't do it
To change habits so hard
A social disease not up to par.
You just not smart enough.
You too poor, and dumb to learn anything.
You disgusting, ugly, and make me want to vomit.
Over and over again words are said to humiliate and defame
It makes you want to change your name.
Disappear to a new world.
A world where, I can defend myself with greatness
Where I can treat others with kindness
And it never be considered weak
Or your motives questioned.
Oh hes sucking up so you won't say what everybody else said
Like that is bread everybody should be fed
Who are you judge what you don't understand
A man so disorganize and distraught
Hes caught
Destine to fail
I say NO HE'S NOT! !
With a knife hes cut himself free
With anger he writes and practices
Methodically he tells all his stories
Most far from great.
But this is how he starts to relate.
Explaining everything as he see it
Becoming part of it as he reads.
Only on a paper can you be who ever you want to be.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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