Prepared To Cut Away From Doubt
We speak with words,
And let the best we should receive...
Be those words to go unheard.
We wish to be clear and precise,
With a calm exterior.
But a distrust with us occupies the interior.
And within some searching minds,
Is found a definition of peace.
Attachments become dramatically left...
To be released for an immediate increase,
Of a fresh air to breathe!
There is a sense that commences,
A beginning we can not do without.
This sense with us commences,
And we are prepared to cut away from doubt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inside Is My Mecca
Inside is my mecca.
A peace that is complete!
Released is all conflict.
My mind is at ease.
Inside I find rainbows.
And cloudless blue sky.
I feel Sun rays beaming upon me.
I walk tall with pride,
Without surprise.
Inside is my love hold.
With strength that increases.
I show bliss reflected.
I am blessed to receive it.
Inside me are spirits.
Ancestors who live.
I am this gift given.
And treasured this is!
Inside I keep faith,
As a jewel I caress.
I nourish it to flourish.
And make each step...
Better placed,
Than the best steps I left!
Inside is my mecca.
A peace that is complete!
Released is all conflict.
My mind is at ease.
And as calm as a fresh breeze,
I am blessed to receive to breathe...
Before it leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As soon as man enters into a state of society he loses the sense of his weakness; equality ceases, and then commences the state of war.
quote by Charles de Secondat
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A Senseless Night
Do not know what is going to happen with my life?
Really, I have no idea and all that I can say is that I know nothing
It is late at night and I am just typing words on the keyboard
Trying to make sense by joining these alphabets
What do these alphabets mean?
Why am I trying to pen these words together?
Sense, what is the sense behind it all?
Basic meaning of it is what?
Actually, it is senseless
I have just gone berserk and that is all I know
Is there any sense behind these words, I do not know
Sensibility has lost its identification
A senseless night awaits me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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A liar
Who can be termed as liar?
he himself is biggest fool and supplier
you can act only as offender
as wrong person you can act as defender
Some people are really big thief
They have no clear thinking and belief
they hurl anything at anybody
their words and action speak with the body
it may not be allowed for long time
neither it is appreciated nor welcome
no one can be as perfect as thief
the utterances should be precise and brief
speak different and act contrary
both in real sense certainly vary
we are sometimes amused and feel weary
it is altogether unwanted and unnecessary
To speak lies can be our weakness
to come out of it can be called frankness
to spread it further may be altogether useless
we must have enough courage and strength to face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Feel Freed
Escaped from fear to make decisions.
No longer in doubt,
I can and will have happiness...
Inside and out.
It is clear my needs are important to me.
And whether others are agreeable...
I have walked away from that wish to please.
Free with a peace of mind I sought.
Realizing 'that' piece of peace,
I could not have bought...
To have it released.
Letting go and leaving behind,
Anxieties that tensed with no sense...
That kept me sitting on fences,
With defenses I made!
I could no longer stay that way...
In shaded indecision.
I had to ignore,
What others had to say.
And I listened with deep thought!
A craving increased,
My need to obey.
Regardless of opinions...
That may have caused my steps delayed!
To flee from insecurities,
Within me beginning to fade.
Escaped from fear to make decisions.
No longer in doubt,
I can and will have happiness...
Inside and out.
It is clear my needs are important to me.
And whether others are agreeable...
I have walked away from that wish to please.
With tears of regret,
I chose my heart...
And what is best,
For it and me to feel freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Other one's words
We all go to sleep
With someone’s words
In our minds
Words of kindness
Words of anger
Words of every kind
They carry us off to sleep
And perhaps temper
And shape our dreams
Words said in caring
The most soothing
it seems
In anger or sadness
In calm and in madness
Words in our minds, we’ll find
As we drift off to sleep
Be it fretful or deep…and
Our mind slowly lowers it’s blinds
We all go to sleep… be it shallow or deep
Hearing some other one’s…
Words in our minds
poem by David Whalen
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Rage against the machine
Ram ram fist ignorence
sick bullshit exposures
of lifestyle interiors
No more lies
propaganda commanders
with your inflammatory words
blast your heads
take away your trash
victimisin' the innocent
WAKE UP..
Gas chamber mass crime rapes
revolution commences
dont settle for nothing less
Know your enemy
inoculate insight
whatever race you are
go go go
Rip the norm
sick of it all
clear up the name
Time has come to pay....
poem by Roger Bewman
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Symbiotic Relationship
Dry season
Spelled out
Nothing besides
Remains; all out.
You, for me, for
Eternity.
My vision, your eyes,
My intention,
Your pride.
Nothing besides,
Remains; if you are not.
My incomplete book is you.
That destination, I linger
Starts from you.
When I speak, I spell out
Words,
Those words are you.
When I see, what I see,
Those sights are you.
When I touch, what I touch,
Those touches are you.
When I sense, what I sense,
Those sensation are you.
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Inspiration..
Inspiration comes and goes.
I write it down or I’ll forget while searching for a pen.
Inspiration comes and goes.
I get is from dreams or experiences.
Inspiration comes and goes.
But tell me, what inspires you.
I’m inspired by beauty, love and lust.
Giving me words and thought I dare to trust.
It’s inspiration that separates me from the rest.
‘Cause when inspiration comes words fall into place.
And things are beginning to make sense.
Sometimes I’m inspired by sorrow.
When I’m waiting in my bed for tomorrow.
And words start to become sentences.
I will start to write just to understand.
And to make me feel better so I can go to bed again.
Sometimes I write because of a pain that runs so deep.
I write cryptic lyrics about the secrets I keep.
I express them in other words so no one will understand.
But they feel not knowing what I’m trying to tell.
It’s a just way to clear my conscience.
Sometimes I write how the world could be.
Or I write about the girl of my fantasy.
Then I’m inspired by a fragment of my imagination.
And now I told a few ways where I get my inspiration.
So now tell me what inspires you.
poem by Rick Adriolo
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Thank You!
Two little words that mean so much, a courtesy expressed...
A chance you really ought to clutch: somebody's done their best!
Two little words that show you're pleased because somebody cared!
Somebody helped thus tensions eased when love itself was shared...
Two little words can change a life, acknowledging a debt:
When calm was brought to what was strife, or joy replaced regret!
Two little words so simply said and yet what hope they bring!
They seem to dissipate our dread and cause our hearts to sing!
Two little words, just two, no more! What practice is required?
Good manners help both rich and poor and so they're quite admired!
Two little words said with a smile can bless somebody's day -
They have a certain sense of style that time can't wear away!
Two little words as sweet as wine, like nectar to the bees!
Their sentiment is just divine, they open doors like keys!
Two little words that bless the Church, the office and the home -
So close to us, no need to search, because they never roam!
Two little words that even Christ was wise enough to speak!
Lord Jesus knows they're highly prized! Indeed, they're quite unique!
Two little words God likes to hear directed to His Throne!
Of all the words to volunteer, they're the greatest ever known...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Respect Me As An Equal
Respect Me as an equal and respect to you I'll pay
I'm too old for playing mind games I've never been that way
The one who derives pleasure in verbally putting others down
Will never be looked up to as the most loved one in town,
Those who use words as an offensive weapon with their sins have to live
Cruel words can wound fragile feelings and prove hard to forgive
If you cannot offer respect such you will not receive
We do sow our own Karma on that I do believe,
Low in their sense of self esteem and without common sense
The arrogant and insensitive with their words cause offense,
offensive people who are ageing have not learned from life at all
They don't leave us with happy memories of them for to recall
The one without reason to offend me will never be my friend
He or she I do not wish to know of that I won't pretend.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak easy
Ever had so much to say but cannot find the words, when you do you just do not have the nerve.
Waste time, time wasted over what might be said, conversations played out only in your head.
Silence is golden so they say, time keeps ticking its running away.
Never runs back just out of control, do soul searching to find the know.
The words you find seam just too few, say nothing at all keep it in you.
If spoken aloud could set you free, there inside, somewhere in me.
Maybe a magician could bring it to light, maybe a strong man to fight this fight.
Speak easy when spoken, say it so clear, I fear, these words, never hear.
The less you speak the more that is herd, screaming out loud not saying a word.
Speak easy to you, few words need say, speak easy to me, time slipping away.
poem by Gary Kedron
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Not Into Game Play
Not into game play.
Not even 'if' I sense it with,
A new arrival.
Someone who elects to question,
From hidden places.
To play hide and seek.
Not me.
I am not into game play.
Not today when times are the way they are.
Not with adults who like to keep their lives,
Disguised while they decide to moralize and criticize.
Not when my peace of mind is at stake.
Not into game play.
Not at all.
Even 'if' I should sense it beginning.
With someone fresh.
But choosing to have me jump through hoops.
To see how far they can get.
Before they notice it...
I have left!
I am not into game play.
Not me.
Not today!
Not that way.
Not for me anyway.
At least not like that.
Not to sit and listen to tit for tat tales.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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1STP KLOSR ( One Step Closer )
Break...
I'm about to break!
I need room to breathe... (x3)
I cannot take this anymore
Saying everything Ive said before
All these words, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Less I hear, the less you say
But you'll find that out anyway
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts, they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again (x5)
Just like before...
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe
And I'm about to break!
Break!
These are the places where I can't feel
Torn from my body, my flesh it heals
During this ride we can cut up what we like
Waiting alone I can not resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face
Blood is a pouring and pouring and pouring..
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! (blood is pouring)
Shut up! Im about to break!
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
And Im about to..
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to..
song performed by by Linkin Park
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The Winning Combination
How do people speak in the positive sense?
Their minds are offset by the ridiculousness in the mouth,
The speech uttered from above is to the heart
As thoughts are connected to other thoughts
To make a winning combination, a game has been suffered.
My sense is superior and believable by the outstanding men,
Understand me as I speak of the world and its pleasures.
The world flowers from its shoulders,
Bringing a war or two in the positive sense.
My people speak due to old age,
A maxim is too hard when remembered.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dangerously Astray
Peace is not a word. Not a definition. Not a benediction.
No, Peace was before me and after me she'll reign.
I can't be soo arrogant to think of peace as peace
But thinking and doing make her seem less plain
Peace, I cannot control, no, she'll happen in her way.
While living in the hearts and minds of the ordinary mankind.
And to this keep me from going dangerously astray.
So peace for words for heavens sake I implore
I know I need not seek you for pain of yesteryore.
I see you in the setting sun of sacred hallows that were sung
That you are now, the future, and from you, all was begun.
poem by Brian McBrand
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when i left her i left no note
she was in that state of suspension what to really believe
there were words on the table but they were vague
she had kiss marks but they were confused
and she had reasons to be sad at first
then she was lost and then she said she was angry
to the laziness of time to its witholding of what could have been
easily said and should have been
well said and well meant
life was not easy and life need not be clear
to be blunt and be understood with so much pain
it is better hanging
like a leaf waiting for the gracious wind to pluck it off
and fall without so much knowing as though it was merely riding
on its puff and huff and then dry, and rot and be gone
we shall meet again when our minds are calm and strong
when our hearts are toughened by extant sorrows
when our faces have thickened when our smiles are smoothed
i have already prepared my self with what words to say
for 25 years or more that i too have suffered
and what she might say i have rehearsed my ears what to hear
and be not guilty and be not pained anymore
life is easier now i have enough space for guilt
a stronger heart to carry them all and then leave
and move on with my life as though nothing really happened
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Might She Say
when i left her i left no note
she was in that state of suspension what to really believe
there were words on the table but they were vague
she had kiss marks but they were confused
and she had reasons to be sad at first
then she was lost and then she said she was angry
to the laziness of time to its withholding of what could have been
easily said and should have been
well said and well meant
life was not easy and life need not be clear
to be blunt and be understood with so much pain
it is better hanging
like a leaf waiting for the gracious wind to pluck it off
and fall without so much knowing as though it was merely riding
on its puff and huff and then dry, and rot and be gone
we shall meet again when our minds are calm and strong
when our hearts are toughened by extant sorrows
when our faces have thickened when our smiles are smoothed
i have already prepared my self with what words to say
for 25 years or more that i too have suffered
and what she might say i have rehearsed my ears what to hear
and be not guilty and be not pained anymore
life is easier now i have enough space for guilt
a stronger heart to carry them all and then leave
and move on with my life as though nothing really happened
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Salt Is.... Just Salty
There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.
poem by David Knox
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