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Ragged In Fads

Held in bondage by their own selfish design!
Confined and conditioned by locks on their minds.
Carrying wounds within...
Feeling trapped by 'colored' skin.
And doing their best to wrestle with unrest.
Seeking acceptance,
And yet rejecting with protests!

Back biting each other with calls to unite.
Contradicting the actions of believers out of sight!
Fighting they do amongst themselves...
Day end and under moonlight.
And when left alone they create their own blight!
Ragged in fads are these lost urbanites!
Believing what they do is right,
Inspite of those who view their tasteless ways...
As wrong and tattered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forget To Remember

what have i done?
where have i come from?
when i burnt the backs with the sun through a glass did i
seal the loss thats become me?
feeling undone,
what have i become?
when i turned my back on you i turned my back on myself
and became this machine,
thoughtlessness, selfishness, hopelessness, arrogant
i feel it on the inside, twisting and controling, memory
has shaped me once again,
still feeling you on the inside, biting through and stinging,
will i ever forget to remember?
shadows in the sun,
filter through us,
still wrestle the demons that aressted me as a child,
confession rejected,
we grow up,
to give up,
people step on the cracks of wounds owed paid back
through the words of surrender,
emptiness, loneliness, listlessness, worthless
i feel it on the inside, twisting and controling, memory
has shaped me once again,
still feeling you on the inside, biting through and stinging,
will i ever forget to remember?
can you save me? from myself, from these memories,
can you save me? from myself, from these momories,
surrender, to the shadows, haunting inside, bleed
through you,
surrender to the secrets inside, lies within you,
i feel it on the inside, twisting and controling, memory
has shaped me once again,
still feeling you on the inside, biting through and stinging,
will i ever forget to remember?
cant feel you on the inside, set down the bag and left it,
lost memory has left me
one again,
open up the inside, admission for the cleansing, now that
i've forgotten to remember,
surrender, to the shadows, haunting inside, bleed
through you,

song performed by by Mudvayne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Specific By Design

Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.

Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.

And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.

Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.

And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.

Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.

And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.

And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.

And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children of Lost God

Extended palms, seeking alms
sunken eyes, skeltoned arms
jaundiced skin, frail frames
children of lost God.

Ragged and shabby, looking ravenous
searching morsels of food, trembling and nervous
fighting the odds, weak but courageous
children of lost God.

Here, there and everywhere
at crossroads and traffic signals
selling wares of rich and famous
or washing utencils, running errands
at the stalls, dabhas, small eateries
under the hot sun or the sand
picture this, view not so grand
children of lost God.

Urchins of all ages initiated
into the crimes of different hue
slowly but surely they age to their prime
getting black listed under who is who
death stalks them every now and then
making them prey on a sly
yet they survive
forcing death to give them a bye
children of lost God.

Sodomised, molested or getting raped
gender distinction is never made
the claws of mafia so strong
have no choice but to go along
children of lost God.

Aquiring all vices
no saviour in sight
in time of crisis
abused and used
have no emotions of their own
ocean of tears not to be shown
children of lost God.

Their images haunt
future in them taunt
aware yet unawares
concern for them seldom we flaunt
children of lost God.

Oh God Almighty
help them find the lost God
free them from this bondage
now act and spare the rod
let them recover
lost childhood, innocence
and battered image
children of lost God
children of lost God.
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Copyright/Children of lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
All rights reserved.
[email protected]

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Held Up With Just A Stick

Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.

Held up with just a stick,
It seems...
Held up with just a stick,
One's head...
Held up with just a stick,
Their arms and their legs...
Needing to be fed.

And...
Held up with just a stick,
One's pride...
Held up with just a stick,
Two eyes and two ears...
Living poverty so near,
To...
Famish it is clear.

And...
Held up with just a stick,
Hunger.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.

Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.

Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.

Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And living this is NOT a gift.

Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.

Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From a Time Gone By

Is this surge worse than Viet Nam?
At least back in 1968,
There wasn't so many conflicts going on!
And being a patriotic black young man...
I had returned from the military,
Feeling strong and giving a damn!

I was in the military,
Two weeks after graduating from high school.
Seeking to protect a nation,
Not then realizing...
When I was discharged,
I would be considered a fool!
And I was shown this,
More times than a few!
Especially by those...
Who went on to graduate,
With BA's and MA's and PHd's...
From top notch schools!

And here we are today...
Approaching two thousand and eight!
With our sons and daughters in wars,
They participate.
And I think back then,
How patriotic I had been.
To think I was prepared to give up my life...
So others can have rights,
To denounce me and the color of my skin!

But let me say this...
Not one hint of bitterness,
Within me exist!
Not because of actions,
I consciously did take!
Although it irks me to no end...
To see so many folks make the same mistakes.

As I grow older with the grace I am blessed!
I am so happy
My tattered emotions have been mended.
My inner conflicts have been cured of buried stress.
But I must confess...
The world we live now is in a mess!
Not because of real threats made.
But because of an ignorance accepted and expressed!

People have lost an inner worth it seems.
Gone are visions of fellowship,
To the marketing of schemes and corruption themes!

And the youth of today,
Have one thing on their minds!
How best they can 'get over'...
To obtain 'things'
By committing an assortment of crimes,
They are assisted to define!

As the sacred dollar...
Falls to worthlessness.
I feel my basic needs are those of a relic!
From a time gone by when people just wanted
To 'be' and do their best!
One who seeks peace of mind with quality...
While others seek to feed an endless greed,
From an emptiness that is felt!
Whether or not,
There is conflict and unrest!

And I observe this 'mess'...
Wondering why this humanistic 'slide'
Tumbles into oblivion!
Without more cries of those rejecting this in protest!

And each day that I awaken...
I thank God,
He has put my faith and bravery I have shown...
Through such obstacles and tests of mental strength,
He has produced!
And He and I alone have known!
While others may portray a sympathy...
Just to maintain a materialistic gain.
Without one hint of dignity that remains!
Or none remembered to be sustained!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity

Popularity is great...
For those on missions to seek it.
For those conditioned to live to be liked,
Inspite of how one inside truthfully feels.

For those running for an office,
With blemishes and flaws...
They will not escape a scrutiny,
Until they are left wishing...
They did not do this!

There are those who use looks,
To flaunt about.
Hoping this attention...
Separates them and stands them out!

And then there are those,
Who do not seek popularity at all.
It is just something about what they do...
That make some folks believe,
They are seeking ahs and ooo's.

While the opposite of that,
Is where their minds are at.
And this is true.
If you asked those who are more popular,
Than me and you.

And I wish I had time to do that.
Signing autographs prevents that task.
And the paparazzi stays on my path.
And all I'm wishing for on days like this...
Is just some privacy,
While I eat my tuna sandwich!

Oooohhh...
The anguish one suffers,
When something done meets approval...
That separates them from so many others!

'hehe...'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Commitment To The Resistance Of Truth

There is nothing terribly wrong,
In the expressing of anyone's sentiments...
About the multitude of negative events,
Convincingly taking place...
On the other side of their shut doors.

There is nothing wrong with that.
Even to sit back and ignore.
Although a decline in one's quality of life,
Becomes directly affected...
By a tolerated acceptance.

And...
The condoning of this may not be inside one's home.
However...
All of our lives have been threatened by denial.
With a commitment to the resistance of truth,
That sits...
As a fighting continues against its appearance.
And the appearance of truth begins to weaken all defenses.

I too grew up believing,
That if I closed my eyes...
The boogey-man would go away!
IF I kept my eyes closed long enough,
And held onto that belief.
But frightened inside I remained.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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D. J.

Im home, lost my job, and incurably ill
You think this is easy, realism
Ive got a girl out there, I suppose
I think shes dancing
Feel like dan dare lies down
I think shes dancing, what do I know?
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Cant turn around no, cant turn around, no, oh, ooh
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Cant turn around no, cant turn around, no, oh no
I am a d.j., I am what I play
I got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me, oh
One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces
Fast food, living nostalgia
Humble pie or bitter fruit
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Cant turn around no, cant turn around no, ooh
I am a d.j., I am what I say
Cant turn around no, cant turn around, ooh
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Ive got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Cant turn around no, cant turn around
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Cant turn around no, cant turn around
I am a d.j., I am what I play
Can turn around no (kiss-kiss)
Time flies when youre having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss and millions of puppet dancer
I am a d.j., and Ive got believers
Ive got believers
Ive got believers
Ive got believers in me
Ive got believers
I am a d.j., I am what I play
I am a d.j.

song performed by by David Bowie
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When I Am In My 'Me' Zone

When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!

I hear some folks say,
How selfish that is.
And they seem to be the ones...
With their hands out.
Seeking others to give.

And after years of being drained,
By others who complain.
I've learned,
Over time...
My own happiness,
I had to maintain.
Since few could care less about that!
And I've observed happy people,
Carrying less burdens on their backs.
And there is something about 'that'
That keeps me attracted.

When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!
And it is not a question of being selfish.
It's more like identifying a peace of mind,
I can qualify as mine.
Since some folks seem to be victimized...
By guilt.
If they are not constantly in a giving mode!
Receiving is part of it!
And I am in full acceptance.
Prepared and ready to share.
Free from being depleted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Affirmative Action

I am not upset,
Because they seem to apply quotas...
To my existence.
But the monthly statistics,
And the cameramen in the backyard...
Filming my every move,
Can be overwhelming.

It's not that I am against affirmative action.
It is the way it is done,
That has me believing I 'am' different than everyone.
And watched too closely!
On a daily basis.
And used to remind them of their superiority.

They claim they don't know enough about me.
I guess they are referring to my skin color.
And how that affords me all of the attention I get!
As if that has anything to do with me being so loved?
Envy has a way of producing conflict.

One thing is for sure...
I am not rolling my eyes at the people on beach,
Who already have my skin color.
Nor am I trying to get darker...
To look good or more healthy!

They've been trying to re-create that,
In their laboratories.

Sick are those demented,
Who weave these insecurities...
Sick are those who expose their wickedness,
And sit back to enjoy those of color bleed!
And sick becomes a greatness believed...
That sinks in obscurity!
Left crazed to defend...
An offensiveness felt,
That angers one of a different colored skin!
Or lack thereof.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfish

I am selfish
You are selfish
He is selfish
She is selfish

We all are selfish
To a lesser or a
Greater degree...

Let's not
Stay in denial.

Let's accept
Our selfishness
So that if people
Are selfish to us,
It hurts us less.

(Poem themed on Acceptance)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Surrounded

One foggy day, one foggy night,
no sun, nor moon to give us light.
An opaque mist steals over all,
not see-through, just an eerie sprawl
of candy floss. Such tones of white,
lingering like a odious blight.

One foggy dawn, one foggy chill,
there is no warmth, temperature nil.
It’s closing in, and firmly wrapped,
no sign of lift, one’s feeling trapped
here in our world. Sits, silent, still,
trespassing of its own free will.

One foggy land, one foggy scene,
no view to see where one has been.
Nothing in front, nothing behind,
just a place where one is confined,
surrounded by one vast smokescreen,
clear small oasis in between.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Blur

I’m feeling empty
I’m feeling lost
I’m feeling like
My life’s going to cost
I don’t know why
They did that to me
I cant see the light
In all my misery

The countless years
Of covering this under
Are making me sick
And making me wonder
How did I know
What sex was at two
And how did I cope
And somehow pull through

Then leading me to turn
To everything wrong
And making me cover
Up this for so long
Why did it happen
Why couldn’t they see
That all of my actions
Were cries to save me

I lost my childhood
I lost my friends
I lost my innocence
When will this all end?
I cant turn back time
I know that for sure
But my childhood was lost
…forever to be a blur!

poem by Isabella Afanasieff
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True Soldier

You're off in war
While the love of your life is here
Be sure to come back
Be sure to come back for her
Don't forget the sights of our U.S.A.
The freedoms along with every privilege
Every privilege
Every privilege

(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight

Our affection is w/ you along w/ our pride
Keep us alive
Keep us alive
the tattoo on your arm reminds you of death
And friends who have died
The friend who has died

(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight

Down on her knees your mom prays for you
She's begging the Lord to bring you home safe
Come home safe
Please come home safe
Fly in the sky w/ all of your crew
Don't close your eyes the enemy stays true
You know what they can do
You know what they can do

(chorus)
You're fighting for freedom
You're fighting for rights
You're fighting to keep America in sight
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for rights
Fighting to keep my America in sight

*song for my amazing uncle overseas right now

poem by Madi Lynn
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Left Too Long

A threaded needle could be used to heal,
A torn and tattered memory...
Held and labelled as love too long.
That came apart at the seams.
Pieces of those memories,
When one was young and full of...
Immaturity!

And it is never too late to reveal...
Whose hurt.

But that dream to patch and rematch again,
Seems to be only in the mind of one...
Thinking it would be worth it,
To fix a brokenness...
That has been sitting and left too long.

A brokenness that has been left too long...
To sit discouraged wondering...
Would trying to mend a brokenness be wrong?
Would the effort be dismissed and those feelings gone?
And a threading together would never find acceptance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Best Of Me

In my mind you never left
Falling wasn't true
I had faith you flew past the sky
Straight through the night
And the sun reflected in your eyes
Carrying the very same thing
In your heart you saved me
But maybe you've stopped listening
Falling on my selfish ways
It takes faith to see
So close your eyes and search
Deeper than just memories
I never stopped believing in you and me
Your leaving never changed things
I've been here for you too long
To just walk away

song performed by by Underoath
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The Best Of Me

in my mind you never left
falling wasn't true
i had faith you felw past the sky
straight through the night
and the sun reflected in your eyes
carrying the very same thing
in your heart that saved me
but maybe you've stopped listening
falling on my selfish ways
it takes faith to see
so close your eyes and search
deeper than just memories
i never stopped believing in you and me
your leaving never changed things
i've been here for too long
to just walk away

song performed by by Underoath
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Left Alone With Options

Very few people I know today,
Speak with honesty on their minds.
And honestly...
Those I did know,
Who tested that theory?
With pronouncements back then?
Have been isolated or confined,
Or ignored as out of their minds!
I was declared completely crazy,
For 'suggesting' I knew what truth meant!
I am one of the lucky ones!
I chose to be thought of as insane,
Many years ago with daring!
I camouflaged I had 'brains'.
I walked about unsuspected.
No one complained when those actions were fresh!
Today being 'nutts' is a mandatory requirement.
I am so happy I am now left alone with options!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fox

I wait till everyones asleep
Then out into the night I creep
No one can see me now
Or hear me running, soundlessly
The moons the only light I need
To search for food, young ones to feed
But as the dawn is drawing near the earth, my ways not clear
Im trapped on the outside
Moonlight save me, moonlight save me
Moonlight save me, moonlight save me
Unearthly fear, it grips my skin
Unearthly sound, the hunt begins
I hear excited cries
But dare not look from where Im hiding
The multi-coloured humans ride
Soon they will find me where I hide
The brown and white tormentors
Begin to howl and then Im running
Moonlight save me
I cut across the trail I left five miles before
One chance to throw them off my scent but Im not sure
An elder told me it had worked sometime before
My heart is beating like a drum
I make the ridge, but cant go on
I turn to face my death
But nothing comes to stop me breathing
Down in the clearing now I see
Theyre searching all around for me
Confusion everywhere
But I am safe up here, Ive won, Ive won, Ive won, Ive won, Ive won

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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What I Must Insist I Keep

Futile is the attempt to create my reality,
For me.
Or what takes place in it,
To benefit another's version of life.
I will never accept,
Since for me the feeling is not right.

And I don't go out of my way to disrespect anyone,
By rejecting a point of view that doesn't to me come.
It is not my way to have my comfort redefined.
And the peace and comfort that is my own...
Is what I must insist I keep!
Without needless discussion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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