Spewing From Bitter Lips
You must enjoy the burden of that load.
And any hints given to rid yourself from it...
Creates with you,
A defensiveness viewed.
With an addicted wish...
To voice your agonies.
With an offensiveness...
Spewing.
From your bitter lips,
You have chosen to keep bitten.
With an ignited self affliction.
That has been groomed from a habit!
Restricting you to limits.
Inhabiting with a comfort in your mind.
Blinding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
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Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Avatar
With eyes wondering,
And looking much too far...
Stop them where they are,
Those eyes!
Why do you ignore the voice,
Of your Avatar?
Why have you chosen to stay denied?
Feeling my appearance near.
Knowing I am here...
Wanting to fulfill your sentimental wishes.
Incarnated from your soul,
I am.
With duplication of emotions you know.
And I hold them close.
With no restricting motive.
Nor do I boast of who you are and why.
Just to be here and to you devoted!
I am.
And glad I have been chosen,
To come to host you
With eyes wondering,
And looking much too far...
Stop them where they are!
Why do you ignore the voice,
Of your Avatar.
Incarnated from your soul,
I am.
With duplication of emotions you know.
And I hold them close.
With no restricting motive.
Just to be here and to you devoted!
I am.
And repetitive if you wish,
Or choose to redo to get satisfaction done...
In mind, body and soul.
For you...
No other Avatar will do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Useless Youth
Many suddenly see it to have been totally foolish.
To create the music for conflict and dance to it.
As nature and everything connected,
Show opposing signs to this...
Mankind is so addicted,
That a crumbling witnessed is viewed as optimistic.
Arguments persist over values long nonexistent.
Immature mindsets can not resist the thrill of it.
This for many has become a habit.
And as generations come and go,
There is a wish not to let certain memories flow.
But are chosen to stay in minds to recapture useless youth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opened Eyes
Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.
Even in the midst of chaos and conflicts
They believe this is not their world affected.
Sadness sits on their shoulders like boulders...
And still a resistance they hold has gotten older!
They camouflage their tears...
In denial and covered ears!
Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.
And today...
Opened eyes will help those survive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Words To Express, Define Or Explain
Smothered under thick layers of lies!
Suppressed by deceptions,
That keeps them self obsessed...
To excuse with alibis.
And no longer accepting the affects of self examination.
With cleared and open wider eyes.
They are first taught to assume positions,
Of being the center of the Universe.
Although from where they sit on Earth,
No one knows where up or down is.
Or if they are witnessing the left or right of it.
They learn to judge,
From lessons learned from birth first...
That whatever else exists,
From delusions quick to depict themselves...
Flawless.
There is a need to believe this ridiculousness,
Regardless of reality...
They wish with attempts to reverse.
And to curse those who are conscious...
With broadening observations,
Sought to seek and within them thirst.
With restricting limits,
Many self righteous think of others immediately...
By values and standards crumbling beneath their feet.
But yet refuse to see their own self imposing defeat,
From a medicating on maintaining minds addicted to fantasies.
And denying the existence of truth,
There to reduce their increasing agonies enforced and produced.
No matter how overwhelming the evidence,
Of a need for them to awaken from a maddening ignorance.
They've become too addicted to free and release to leave behind.
And unfortunate for them are these times we live,
That are completely out of their control...
Unfolding!
For all to behold with nothing left to be said,
With words to express, define or explain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vine of Life
Substance is not divinity.
It is a creation of divinity.
My substance is my creation.
Is it substantially good?
Is it substantially evil?
The mind creates a bitter fruit.
Bitter to the taste,
Bitter to the eyes,
Bitter to the heart.
The spirit creates a sweet fruit.
Sweet to the taste,
Sweet to the eyes,
Sweet to the heart.
The vine is the connection to the fruit.
Our connection to the source of life.
Is life mind or spirit?
What is my calling or what is calling me?
The voices in my head?
Or the voice of creation?
The mind has limited capability.
The spirit has limitless.
For the mind will always thirst.
And the spirit will quench another.
Now my cup runneth over.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Outside Enclosed Fences
It takes curiosity,
To break free from restricting limits.
It takes a willingness to investigate,
One's difference continually mentioned.
With a hunger to comprehend,
Why are those programmed with mindsets...
Affixed to conditions and quick to defend them
When many are observed to be accepting,
Of rituals affecting them but making less sense.
And those addicted to this environment,
Become offended by the ones...
With experiences outside enclosed fences.
More obvious it is...
Are these acts of self-defeat fed to feed to addict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Show Me That Scripture
Those restricting their existence,
To live within limits...
Are foolish if they believe,
The Creator of abundance...
Follows this same philosophy.
Especially,
When there are so many different varieties of life.
So many diverse species,
Inhabiting without being given an approval...
From another,
What their perception is to accept as right.
To control by 'assumptions'.
That are dictated through interpretation...
By those showing an exposed hypocriscy.
And a 'lunacy' obvious and clearly exposed.
If 'this' is what the Creator choose...
Myth as it is known to be documented,
Would not have taken The Almighty years to achieve...
Such a diverse way to destroy what God created in seven days.
IF those who quote from 'myths' knew 'anything...
About what GOD wants!
And I am sure The Creator did not intend,
For fools to dictate human policy and rule!
Show me that scripture.
It needs to be notorized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Lesson
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.
The gesture our love has chosen is appropriate
We both agree not that we have any choice but
Amidst all those others does seem insignificant.
Is it incumbent on us thus to therefore obliterate
All of the gestures except this insignificant one
Chosen by our love for its own no doubt reasons.
It is up to us to obliterate all other gestures
Though they cluster round thick as presentations
Of war and sacrifice in a gradeschool classroom.
Use of our love's chosen gesture for the obliteration
Of all those foreign gestures is forbidden however
We must find something else to erase them with.
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.
poem by Bill Knott
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Drops In a Mix
Just because your vision now focuses to see it...
Does not mean it has not already been seen.
Just like someone who makes a discovery...
To make claims of ownership,
And ignore those who had been there inhabiting.
Before you made oil a slick habit licked.
Your troubles and agonies have been felt and suffered,
Long before you declared them yours.
It is just your turn to receive what has been afflicted.
Remember how you ignored those who were stripped,
And left alone to deal with it?
Well...
Prepare yourself.
What now belongs to you,
Comes for a prelonged visit!
This Earth is round.
Nothing belongs to anyone exclusively.
It is all to be shared.
You can not decide to take what you wish.
To deceive others by depriving them of the best of it...
While you feast and feed your gluttony,
And sit.
Offering nothing but hatred and conflict!
To Mother Nature you are nothing more,
Than drops in a mix to be collected in a bucket!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standards Valued
Their leaders fed them greed.
That has led them to a brick wall,
Stalled.
And now they wish to push their ignorance to new limits.
Since their selfish way of life...
Has been severely for them,
Diminished.
They still choose to refer to 'them' as 'those'.
With every need they had from 'them'...
Stolen.
Gold and oil and treasured gems.
All of it belonging to 'those' and not 'them'.
And all their interests...
Has been for them to pick conflicts.
On foreign lands.
And now their debts made that must be paid...
Are owed to foreign hands.
And on their own shores a man elected,
To lift them out of their own swill.
Is scrutinized not for his ability...
But for his skin color.
Some have chosen to overshadow...
In pointless debates!
To smother his abilities...
And his apparent skills!
At a sacrifice to belabor their weight.
As those of small minds,
Are overheard reminding themselves...
'But he is BLACK!
How will his mind 'absorb'...
What we know from birth he lacks,
Because of that fact! '
Fools of gluttony!
With minds poisoned from sheltered environments.
Believe themselves the 'chosen ones'.
Although their evilness...
Makes them the most barbaric on Earth.
Always on a binge of defensiveness.
Always seeking enemies and terrorists.
And they fear their standards valued,
Will change!
And threaten the darkness...
They wish not to miss with a protectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addicted
Im addicted to his kiss
and the way he touches my body softly
running his hands all over my body
im addicted to his giggle and laugh
his hugs make me feel safe
i wish he could hold me forever
as i stoud outside
in the rain with my smoke
staring up at the sky
our song escaped my lips
slowly and quietly
i wanted to cry cuz i missed him so
but i couldnt all i could do was think
as the rain fell heavier
i began to think more
im addicted to him
his body
his voice
his everything
all i crave is him
and in my dreams he's with me
i love him so
every day i get to see him and have him close
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Two Voices
Two voices I hear inside my head,
Both wanting their own way.
I must figure out, which voice must go,
And which I allow to stay.
One is the voice of my spirit,
The other of my mind.
One will move me farther ahead.
One will pull be further behind.
But I do not know, which voice is which,
And which voice has my best.
In order to know, which voice is true.
I put both voices to the test.
With one voice I know peace and love,
Are the rewards that I will find.
And the one that creates confusion and fear.
That is the voice inside my mind.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Bitter End
there's no doubt in my mind when it's over
what is done will be
you will find when life gets colder there's no sympathy
there's no point trying you can't escape the bitter end
well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end
all your choices chosen you've got no say
your decisions made
face your consequences as your life begins to fade
as time keeps spinning closer to the bitter end
well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end
take a look at yourself as time keeps racing
is all you've come to be
what you expected or are you still chasing possibilities
cause all your prayers won't save you from the bitter end
well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end
song performed by by Sum 41
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Difficult To Quit If One Is Wishing They Could
Accustomed to being good,
It spoils the anticpation.
The first time in the getting of it,
Is the best remembered.
And from there and when repeated,
The expectation is just to get that fix.
With a quieting done that comes to one,
Addicted to a habit and getting it quick.
Satisfying a habit gratified automatically,
Is difficult to quit if one is wishing they could.
With a quieting done that comes to one,
Addicted to a habit and getting it quick.
And from there and when repeated,
The expectation is just to get that fix.
The first time in the getting of it,
Is the best remembered.
Accustomed to being good,
It spoils the anticpation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday's burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it.
quote by John Newton
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The grooming is the beauty.
A well groomed ass
Is nicer than a neglected horse
A well groomed lass,
regardless of her figure,
looks lustrous even to the elite.
Give a girl a good education
In good background.
She will have been a groomed mare.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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The Self-Preservation Instinct Of Poetry
it is in poetry
where you can finally say what you do not want others to understand
doubt saves us from the pain of the obvious
and confusion creates an illusion of a rainbow
it is a monologue
and all the words that turn into sentences
are for myself alone, it survives me
for another day, and another hour,
indefinitely
it shortens my agonies
and the more i talk to myself the more i understand myself
definition makes limits
and it is comforting to an unaccounted distance
when you read it, you become too far from me
which serves my purpose so well
i become intimate to myself
and love is grown, relationship bonded
it is just between me and myself
unloading the heavy stories that accumulate like
stones in my chest
i have ciphers, i have landmarks, i end somewhere
where you can never see me
as me, but as someone else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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