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Something That Justifies Your Nonexistence

I know you would love to excuse your abuses,
With apologies and visions of being reborn!

However,
During that period you inflicted your wickedness,
I lost dear friends and beloved family members.
And a life I lived,
In emotional turmoil.
For many years I lived like this.
And now you've come to wish for my forgiveness?
After your own bouts with guilt!

And I think to myself,
You'd be better off with a total disappearance.
Or something that justifies your nonexistence.

I don't even want what has been done discussed.
Those wounds have healed.
And not one thought will I allow you to occupy in my mind!
Not one!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hide Me In Your Wounds

Hide Me In Your Wounds

By your wounds, I am healed
Healed in running away from internal strife
In giving up when there is still something to give

Your precious wounds gave me the love
When I wanted to give love
And the beauty and receiving grace instead of misfortune

By your wounds, I am healed
I am a survivor, a winner
I sing a new song in my heart
I witness the breaking of a new dawn each day

By your wounds I am healed
I believe that any storms in my life shall pass
And live my life one day at a time

By your wounds, I am yours
To teach, to guide, to revive and to forgive
I have forgiven myself, as I have forgiven others who caused me pain

Thank you Jesus..for those wounds
And hide me forever…

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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If I Lived One More LIfe... I Would

If I lived one more life
I would melt by the gentle sight of you
I would believe that your love is true
I would erase my fake intention
I would hold back all my foolish emotion

If I lived one more life
I would read all yr colorful envelopes
I would never burn your words of hopes
I would cherish your banner on the wall
I would make sure it will never fall

If I lived one more life
I would pick up your call night & days
I would guarantee your mind not decays
I would let my door open at all time
I would safe your sanity to prevent any crime

If I lived one more life
I would stand before you on my knee
I would beg your family to forgive me
I would plead to share your torture
I would fight to bring back your future

If I lived one more life
I would endure all your hate
I would accept you as my fate
I would strive to give you the best of me
I would die in your arms and be happy

If I lived one more life … I would

Dedicated to D.N.R – It’s been 14 years… This is my apology, I mean every word.

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Had I lived another life

Had I lived another life
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Had I lived another life
What would I have to show in equal years
Would I be loved instead of just loving
And know the lasting secret to another’s heart
How would I then count my mistakes
Would my company be welcomed not accepted
It is a fruitless thought to be considered
For the never will be a known answer
I am but the sum of all my years combined
I harbour my guilt and shameful pride
Those words I wish to take back
And the others I now wished I had now said
Had I lived another life
Would I carry these same regrets
Would I know sorrows of yet another unkind
There are things which have shaped me
That I would happily go back and change
Perhaps in another life I may well feel the same
For all the unknown reasoning’s
One thing stands out as a certain
That life is a gift, a gift to the living

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Life Alone

How does one justify a life lived alone
How does one love if they have never been shown
A life lived alone is a life lived in vain
A life lived alone has very little to gain
Why would anyone choose to live this way
Why would anyone choose to be alone everyday
Is it living alone a shy reality to blame
Is it living alone yet another of societys shame
I stand here alone with a tear in my eye
I stand here alone and wish to understand why.
'closing thought'
A singles life can have its moments of pleasure
But a family life is filled with memories to treasure

poem by Gordon Jerome
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I Walked Last Night In A District I Lived In For Almost Twenty Years

I WALKED LAST NIGHT IN A DISTRICT I LIVED IN FOR ALMOST TWENTY YEARS

I walked last night in a district I lived in for almost twenty years
I came back after being away for a time
To visit an old and ailing friend
The streets were empty and lonely as they often were then-
I thought for the first time I understood how lonely the district itself is-
‘A lonely district’
I wondered how I managed to live there all those years
And how anyone still manages to live there-
I looked up at the sky and wrote in my mind a small poem of a kind I wrote many of in my years there
I remembered teachers and friends who had lived there
No longer of this district or any district on earth
I wondered how life goes and how from so many years so much life has been lived without having any place in my memory
I felt as empty inside as the district without
I did not have to wait long for the bus
And relieved inside it I put my heart to home
So many years had been lived there
I remembered taking my small children to the playground there
Now they thank G-d have children of their own
Oh the years go by and the life we have lived in them largely dies
Forever to be unknown again-
I put my heart and mind in a different direction
And began to do what I always do – not think of the district again
Life is this mystery and question we live through and never wholly possess even as we are experiencing it
How long before all will be gone for me
Including the district I live in now?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lost To Find My Lot

Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve

poem by Olivia Braun
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Now Or Ever

You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.

If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
That is a fact of life that between us has existed.
Painting over a Zebra's stripes...
Doesn't diminish the sight of it!

And what makes you think a 'togetherness' is what I wish?
I'm not the one with a mind confused in conflict.
I remember your specific words...
'Why bother with someone I regard as worthless.'

You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.

You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.

I did not barter my soul,
Hoping for a price paid by the highest bidder.
Nor did I quit to whore...
To solicit impressions to make.
Your chose to go through that door.

You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.
You chose to whore now you handle it!

I don't think of you like the others do.
You can blitz them with bling and other meaningless things.
But someone without integrity...
Has nothing else to offer to deliver,
Or without strings attached to me bring!

If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.

Remove your garbage from my door.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Have Done This To Themselves

I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.

I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.

People have done this to themselves.

Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.

People have done this to themselves.

To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.

I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.

I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.

People have done this to themselves.

To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Found Myself

(5/28/12)

I found myself all alone and not one heart had I ever known
For my heart had turned to stone.
I thought that everything in life I would achieve if
I depended solely on me.

That I would need no family or friends
Because I'd reach my goal in the end.
My thought was that when you depend on someone else
They would always hinder you, to a point you wouldn't
Know just what to do.

I did not want love to kick me in the tail
And then with my goals I would fail.
I did not want these so called friends
Who would turn their backs in the end.

I used every excuse that I could find
Till my heart had become cold and blind.
Then I met a woman who was the same as me
Ruthless, uncaring and cold, she was twenty five
Years of age, and on her -life turned the page.

I looked at her and what I saw -was a mirror of me
Because I closed all doors.
I was really turning my back on all of life
And all that life could give
by closing up my heart and not learning to live.

I found my self questioning all my decisions
That I had made, and if people hated me
Then I was to blame.
I knew right then that I would have to change my ways
And the way that I did think, and still get everything.

I asked forgiveness from family and friends
And if they would support me once again.
They all smiled and gave me a hug and a kiss
Which was something that I had missed
Now I found myself with a new outlook on life
And things are now twice as nice.

SMILE! Things could be so much worse.

poem by Louis Rams
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I've Lived My Life

I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I left the country for the city thought I was smart but I was silly
I should have known I'd get in trouble being so green
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I met a boy and learned to love him I would have done anything for him
I've loved him more than anything I've ever seen
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over I ruined my life to please my lover
I made him happy he made me cry then said goodbye
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over...
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Occupy Process...

just thinking, perhaps we should start
the whole occupy process by re-occupying
our own dignity... by rediscovering respect,
for ourselves, and for others!
and yes, let us re-occupy the truth, for we
have lived under the lie, and by the lie, for
far too long.
occupy, our bodies and souls, our dreams and hopes,
our convictions and actions... occupy our lives!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Always Think Of Heaven

When Family loves you, you can tell
Always think of Heaven; never Hell
When Family photos are taken, they exude all
Always think of Heaven; Peter and Paul
When Family is together, there is a word 'kiss'
Always think of Heaven; Genesis
When Family creates, the best feeling around
Always think of Heaven; actually solid ground
When Family reunions, are the years' events
Always think of Heaven; you are Heaven sent
When Family members, are graduating school
Always think of Heaven; actually really cool
When Family takes a fall, then just has to rest
Always think of Heaven; it will be the best
When Family has turmoil, agony and pain
Always think of Heaven; it actually helps again
When Family needs a break, in life's' game
Always think of Heaven; that's where the Lord remains

poem by Dwayne Banks
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Disappearance

The disappearance of yourself
is not within your sight.
We push it away
somehow in fright.

Surely we shall always
be here, not gone,
always able to see
a bright new dawn.

The disappearance of yourself
is indescribable and yet
the thought surfaces
as we recognize the threat.

We see our loved ones
and friends all leave,
bringing us a reminder of
disappearance and we cleave

to this life of ours
until our dying days
and believe it to be
just a passing phase.

Beliefs are strong
and so it must be
that the end of our road
will set us free.

They may not see you
though you still are here.
No regrets my friends,
we'll not disappear.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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In Memory of the Men at the Yale Hotel

Here's to the men
Who lived at the Yale
These sad sweet souls
Each had their own tale

Of lives lived in youth
In the Great Depression
Memories of hunger
And political repression

So off they all marched
To the second World War
Returning with scars
Too deep to ignore

They turned to the bottle
And drowned in their sorrow
Spending alcoholic nights
With no thought of the morrow

Lost and forgotten by
Family and friends
With only faint memories of
Who they'd once been

But all of God's angels
Never lost sight
Of all those brave souls
Who fought the good fight

And now they are home
In the Light from above
They've finally found peace
In God's Perfect Love

poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Family Pact

The family entered a pact called a religion,
Inside this cast of characters you behold strong engagements.
Joy is substantial in this work of Man,
My relatives are my relationships forever.
Under the seawater lived a man of the waters
Who engaged in the same family practice as us.
The same family as this one under the seawater
Lived along years without trials,
Our trials were non-existent,
Their trials were non-existent,
And we lived ever so happy lives.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Family Possession

In your own world,
the world who don't know,
what its mean,
what its theme,
The way you think,
the way you look,
at a family member,
no one know,
what its thinking about.
Your mind should think positive,
pray to God it won't oppose.

No one in your family,
no one as your friends,
not even yourself,
knows that you in love with someone,
in your family tree,
more than just a family.
The way you're obsessed,
the way you empress,
on a family member,
that you're deeply in love with,
will lead you to emotional choas,
and confusion on that person,
and other family members,
who starts to realize.

Your wife will leave you,
in suffering passion,
leaving you as she,
sees you in a shameful matter.
Shame on you,
for exporting your love to someone else,
shame on you,
for not giving your attention to your wife,
shame on you,
for using incest movement.
The more you're obsessive,
the more worst it gets,
the more passion will suffer,
as your wife,
leaves you.

poem by Mathew Cruz
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My Big Brother

You've always been here for me,
But now you are about to leave.
I know we fuss and fight,
But I love you with all my might.

You are my big brother,
And there is no other.
No one can take your place,
And when you leave, there will be this big empty space.

We've never been really close,
But at least you have not always lived across the coast.
Because some big brothers do,
I'm really grateful for the years I've lived with you.

I remember when I was small,
And I would always fall.
You were always there for me,
And I know you always will be.

You told me not to cry,
That it would be ok.
Even if I thought you lied,
It was like my big brother saved the day.

You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry,
You've even helped me hide some lies.
I love you is something I don’t tell you enough,
But I want you to know
When you leave it will be really tough.

I don’t know how my life will be,
Without you here beside me.
You've lived with me for some years,
But now we're shedding our good-bye tears.

I know you have to move out,
And start a life of your own.
But promise me without a doubt,
You will never forget us back home.

poem by Carlisa Smith
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That Pain Remains the Doer's Own

That time to apologize,
For what has been done...
Has passed.
Acts of forgiveness and regret...
Are admirable.
But what truthfully can be accomplished now?
Those wounds inflicted have healed.
The anguish of betrayal has diminished
From its initial intent.
A mindset once narrow has broaden.
And the expression of fresh empathies...
Are as meaningless,
As the desire of one who is haunted by a guilt,
That another does not live with!
Especially since the one who currently suffers...
Will do it much longer,
Than the one who was meant to feel undue sorrow.
And a pain...
Each hour of each day of those yesterdays,
Have taken away!

That time to apologize,
For what has been done...
Has passed.
Acts of forgiveness and regret...
Are admirable.
But those confessions 'today'
Fall on deaf ears!
That person who needed to hear
What is being expressed now...
Does not sit where those 'proclamations'
Will lift a remorse now felt by the doer!
That pain remains the doer's own!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dear Supposed Mom...

Dear supposed mom,
Where are you?
Where have you been all my life?
I thought I was lost and I really needed you.

Dear supposed mom,
Why did you leave me?
Why were you gone all my life.
I never thought that I could fell this betrayed by my family.

Dear supposed mom,
What did I mean in your life?
What did I do to make you hate me?
I'm sorry I caused you so much strife.

Dear supposed mom,
Who are you?
Who do you think you are?
Do you feel the same way I do?

Dear supposed mom,
When are you coming for me?
When do you plan on finding me?
I just want to have a real family.

Dear supposed mom,
I want to hear from you.
Dear supposed mom,
I hate you but I want to love you.

poem by Kelli Richards
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More McCornack Family Memories

Looking through old photos
Of family members from the past
Sure do bring back memories
That will forever and ever last

Grandma with her great grandkids
A sweet smile upon her face
Puts me back to yesterday
So much history I can trace

For I see the house she lived in
When different events took place
There’s Grandpa enjoying family
He too has a smiling face

Oh look at my brother Robert
So young he was back then
So handsome and charming
With his shy and happy grin

Friends and family members
Are carved in a photo album
Old folks when we visited them
Always gave us so much wisdom

We can’t turn back the clocks
But albums are like treasuries
They are passed down forever
To share the family memories!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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