Spill
More than admitted.
And a truth some wish to kill.
What comes gushing from the waters,
Is many times more than just a spill.
Those responsible are denouncing,
The publicity of it.
Deceivers are defiant,
And rely on ignorance.
Biblical is a disaster,
Created by those of greed.
Now it is the acknowledgement of this,
Those with the 'bucks' desire to alter what is believed.
More than admitted.
And a truth some wish to kill.
What comes gushing from the waters,
Is many times more than just a spill.
'Then what is it? '
An overdose of gluttony!
And a determination to implement one's will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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Harm not if help not.
You need not kill thirst and hunger.
But you can kill greed and pride.
You need not spill love and help.
But you can still hate and hurts.
Then the society is not hit.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Admit This
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
All you need to do is internalize.
And don't compromise with another disguise.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
And if we can admit this...
You can too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grave Stripper
Stop stripping on my undigged grave,
Listen to the name it silently gave,
Remember when I book this place,
It was when you threw its mud on my face,
Uncover the truth the grave said,
Tell them the agonies of the dead,
Tell them the sharps knives
May kill at once
But your words slashed my heart and hurt my guts,
Farewell to the times
When honesty was the truth,
Farewell to the times when we would die
But not lose,
Our prides or the healing truth.
poem by Voldy Rules
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You Drink, You Drive, You Spill
I say dont drink and drive
You might spill your drink
Before you get behind
That wheel, just stop & think
You can take you chances
But theres so much to lose
Another bumpy road,
Theres so much wasted booze
Im not so worried
About how many I kill
Im much more concerned
With how much beer I spill
35% of accidents
Are caused by pixilated
The other 65 are not
Alcohol related
What does this tell us
About the drunk drivers
They seem to have a
Better record than
The sober team
song performed by by NOFX
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To Admit What Has Existed
Maybe if it was admitted,
As to what had been seen and done...
It would have been prevented,
Before it was given an opportunity...
For it to start with a beginning begun.
But denial has become stronger,
Than hunger itself is felt.
And to admit what has existed,
Will never be faced to erase.
The confronting of it will stun.
Since the doing of it,
Will not be as lucrative...
As the dispensing of medications,
An acknowledgement of truth...
Will certainly come to replace for many not some.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sexy
I once had a fool tell me,
There was nothing intentional...
By using my name fraudulently.
And representing me...
As having a taste for sleaze.
This imbecile directly,
Chose me for ruin.
But what this ignoramous did not know,
I admitted my taste...
For a bit of decadence long ago.
And sexual experiences I have had...
Were delightful.
And one homosexual relationship,
Would not have ended...
If death between us did not hit.
The only thing I have not publicly admitted,
Is my intolerance for ignorance.
And those who are of 'closeted' states of mind...
Are the ones truth and denial they can not define.
And today...
My views on life are neither straight nor gay.
They are whatever they are...
And that's for whoever believes I live a life to deceive.
However...
I am flattered at my age,
Anyone would still find me...sexy!
And wanted it declared.
Even if they thought this 'proclamation',
Would bring to me embarrassment.
I only wish they came to me first,
To enable a tremendous public campaign...
I would have endorsed.
Of course.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wandering off
We are like wandering mines in the mirror of the waters,
preparat to hitts mercilessly hims who opens our door.
We kill love, saving our pride,
we bury the truth and cultivate the lie.
Returning from wandering, we bow with eyes weeping in appearance,
digging with our hunger for the truth.
poem by Camelia Oprița (27 November 2007), translated by Camelia Opriţa
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If words could kill [2]
If words could kill,
then kill they will
without impunity
reaching out
and sucking in
twisting and turning
the truth to what
it could be
smearing with more
than mud
integrity
creating from lies
a own truth
to be believed
by those to where
it spreads
destroying the soul
without indemnity.
So how do I say
shush, be quiet
to those
who slander me?
I pray to God
to judge them
and He will
at His time
and try not associate
with them
believing that the blind whip
will at a time
come in to play
as sure as the wheel turns.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Truth stands still
The veil of unhappiness envelopes
The storm of treachery gathers,
The wind of chicanery blows
But truth stands still
The tissues of lies expand
The backstabbers are having a field day
The cloud of betrayal gathers
But truth stands unbowed
If the darkness of lies reign for a thousand years
The sparkling light of truth shall dethrone it in a second
You cannot kill the truth
You cannot murder her
You cannot kill the truth
Because truth is constant
poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola
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Upset With His Progress
No one expected him to be as qualified as he is.
They believed his leadership would be a joke.
Although his intelligence was cleary there when he spoke.
Those few with their talk shows,
Campaigned for his failure.
With attempts to hold him responsible,
For the affect of their greed.
That the economy is on the brink of doom...
Is a direct result of their own gluttony.
They say they are not racist.
But it is obvious they have contempt.
Having a black man in his position.
Stirs a bigotry used as a defense.
They say he hasn't kept any promises at all.
But with his leadership,
A spiralling fall has been stalled.
Hopefully to be prevented.
Yet with the balls he juggles,
And his determination to succeed.
They wish to blame him for all of their mistakes.
Even the ones they self inflicted.
To cause themselves to bleed.
And hiding behind these excuses used...
Has been an ingredient for their past victories.
History has shown them to be a people afraid of truth.
But deceit can't keep them forever dishonest.
Since today reality is in pursuit.
No one expected him to be as qualified as he is.
They believed his leadership would be a joke.
Although his intelligence was cleary there when he spoke.
And he speaks with a wisdom,
Unbiased and direct.
And this keeps them angered!
Upset with his progress.
They are so blind.
And so far behind the times.
On all levels of their consciousness expressed...
Stalled in a mindset that generates their unrest.
'Those people! '
~What do you mean by that? ~
'We've done everything in our power,
To prove them ignorant!
And here he is with his arrogance.
Showing the world not only his talents.
But also that he represents,
A people of integrity, high self esteem and brilliance.
You have no idea how that pisses,
Those who wish to dismiss it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dark Truth
Truth is I don't believe.
Truth is All truth is volatile
As far as heaven is concerned
pain on earth may be to heavy to on to st peters golden rope.
Truth is blood is not thicker than water.
Blood quenches human greed
Water washes it out your throat
Truth is dissonance is cognitive, why do you search?
Truth is you are not who you think you are.
Truth is you may just be a thought of the darkness that harness your light.
Truth is (justicia) wears a transparent blindfold
Truth is her blade pierces only the soft hearted
But how do I know this truth, the only truth and nothing but the dark truth?
I once believed.
poem by Bernardo Adantor
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Save the Human Embryo
If man cannot protect his own species,
Then, who else will?
If man cannot ensure life’s dignity,
Then, who else will?
If man cannot preserve womb’s sanctity,
Then, who else will?
If man will not allow emerging life,
Then, who else will?
Life’s life, however big or small;
Life is precious to every beast and all;
The Life-Giver hasn’t allowed man to kill,
Why take the lives God-made within the womb
Although healthy, and not quite ill?
Should man not love his own offsprings?
Who can decide who’s wanted, unwanted?
God calls the unborn child by name!
Man should not call its birth, a shame!
Only the fool would spill the seed
Upon the ground that’s meant for it,
And seeing sproutlings come out, bit by bit,
Prevent their growth, by every means he thinks fit!
Why spill the seeds at all in the first place?
No man has rights to kill or maim,
The innocent, unarmed and downtrodden;
If serving man is man’s prime aim,
He can’t serve God in ways hidden!
No God who gives the breath of life to clay,
And calls these forms man and woman,
Would ev’r accept their right to kill and say,
‘Science must be fostered in every way! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2009
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Warnings Aren't As Effective
Most times a warning,
Isn't as effective...
As the experience itself.
A child seems not to learn,
Until an action taken...
Creates the right affect.
It's like overeating and cheating.
Two essentially different concepts,
When one defines them.
However...
Lieing about either one of them,
Produces the same result.
Embarrassment.
And...
It eventually shows.
Most people who are embarrassed...
Immediately seek to deny the truth.
Most times warnings aren't as effective,
As the experience itself.
And...
The experience once admitted,
Doesn't have to be devastating...
If one seeks the right counseling,
And is determined to be honest with 'self'...
To get from under the weight,
Of what becomes obvious to many as seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth And Deception
There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.
Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.
Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.
Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.
Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.
And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Compassion Seekers
Admitted compassion seekers,
Seem to be on the rise...
In increasing numbers these days.
And with a quiet desperate reaching,
To justify why they have dissatisfactions.
With hearts so unhappy,
In times when any happiness felt...
Has a desire to be freed,
Of those traps...
Carried too long on burdened backs.
Admitted compassion seekers,
Are on the increase with wishes to be released...
From unending debates.
And those rat races chasing,
Fixations to taste a piece of expensive cheese.
A higher consciousness has come to enlighten.
An insight for a wider diet 'speaks'.
And an addiction to 'things'...
Many are finding,
Is diminishing from them to decrease.
Giving to receive to reciprocate the act of that,
Are those advocating to be touched!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasting The Hours
got some hours on my hand
and i spill them all like water dripping
i am not wet
i get so hot beside you despite the spill
despite the wasted hours
i don't regret
spending time with you in a place
as far
like mirage
like an illusion of time and space
denying us
what truth lies in the metaphors of light
and shadows
veils and drapes and grassy paths
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.
But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!
How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!
If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.
And perhaps that 'thick-and-glossy' act
Has been given to attract minds,
Off course!
And all the time.
Will be chased to another place.
And heads here can begin to erect first,
With perception.
Instead of inflated egos wishing to sweat.
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
Well that all depends
On how well the re-enactments
Are delivered in a heightened freshness!
And the staleness is forgiven,
Of prior performances claimed.
Thick at that,
And glossy had more rumors to spread.
That's how she kept her lips supple!
And prepared to use if she had to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.
quote by Louis MacNeice
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Reactions Difficult To Detach
Unknowledgeable about one's own history...
And yet publicly denouncing,
A history documented by another...
May 'be' one's druthers to do.
However...
If one has committed,
To speak with untruths as is done...
It should behoove others advocating their trust,
By a giving of that to one who speaks up...
To have that someone representing their interests,
To make their speeches with facts attached.
And not spill ignorance from their guts!
With embarrassing reactions difficult to detach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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