Straight
In a society where everyone has been left bent...
Or crooked by events,
That have shakened them from thoughts...
They were sold and bought,
As authentic ones taught they ought to follow.
Borrow or steal...
To initiate their acceptance in reality?
Or...
What is perceived as 'thee' reality?
Well...
Who can honestly say they have escaped today,
Being totally and completely straight?
As defined by those redefining definitions.
Maybe there are a few exceptions,
Among those left narrowminded...
And blinded in darkness by cave dwelling.
But hardly anyone can say,
They have not gone astray!
Not the way things are exposed.
Not the way they are these days.
And...
The discovery of one in innocence and naïveté...
Could capture museum attention,
As relics to see for a fee to pay!
And remember when,
The appearance of a halo above one's head...
Was so blasé?
Well...
Those of us that have not pawned them in!
Our unstained and untainted intentions.
'We' of virgin virtues and proclivities,
That is.
We...
Are haunted by such taunting memories!
'Are you writing this down? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Acceptance and Compliancy
Acceptance is not the same as compliancy.
Although both definitions suggest flexibility.
Acceptance is done after comprehension comes.
And one compliant seems to be more submissive,
Technically.
With actions that are specific,
To what is defined and made understood.
And one who accepts definitions,
May argue with an understanding...
That attention and answers are expected to be given,
When asked!
With someone 'qualified' to deliver what appeases.
Or no one sleeps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is who? ♥
It is not me but you
It is not you but the things you do
It is not the things you do but your love
It is not your love but the innocence you have
It is not the innocence you have but your reality
It is not your reality but your ability
It is not your ability but your creativity
It is not your creativity but your dignity
It is not your dignity but your appearance
It is not your appearance but your resistance
It is not your resistance but the way it has to be
It is not the way it has to be but ME
Yes me!
Fall for your ability
When I recognize your reality
Wish you could be mine
With the best life and sane
Yes you!
Make me down on my knee
Following you like the queen bee
Falling of my heart for yours
Much better know than previous years
Yes we!
Can do it in well
With the bright will
Never to had a fight more
Let us keep the life we adore
poem by Luwi Habte
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Yesterday-Today-And tomorrow
I remember you from yesterday
Your warm smile and baby blue eyes
I remember the touch of your hand
And how when you left me, i cried;
***********Chorus*********************
Been countin' on my sweet memories
To carry me through today
Been countin' on all my wishes
To make you come back my way...
*************************************** *
Today the reality is so very sad
Together, you and i were everythin'
A compliment to one another, we were darlin'
A love as fresh as the Spring;
Chorus
I am left wonderin' 'bout tomorrow
Livin' in sorrowful reality this day
Wishin' and a hopin' with my all darlin'
Prayin' you'd come back my way;
Chorus
Today i am feelin' your loss
We were sheer magic you and i
Can't get ya outta my head
Can't stop these tears from my eyes;
Chorus
Am left wonderin' 'bout tomorrow
Feelin' so empty and blue
Missin' you so much my darlin'
All i want tomorrow is you! ;
Chorus
Song Lyrics
October 8,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Key To Specimen Slices Of Life
I believe I have not really written yet;
I believe I may not get time chance;
I believe I can; I feel so much unsaid;
I believe in not taking self too seriously;
but writing thoughts expressed perfectly
exactly as perceived in eureka mind's eye;
is key to insight fuse expression;
is key to specimen slices of life;
reality magnified focus perception;
heightened into new concept mind;
reality sliced diced beheld
is touchstone to reality fusion;
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As Long As You Follow
Written by christine mcvie.
Ive been searching
For a pot of gold
Like the kind you find
At the end of the rainbow
Ive been dreaming
Thought it was in vain
Ah but now youre here
Cant believe that youre back again
Now I know I cant lose
As long as you follow
Im gonna win (Im gonna win)
Im gonna beg, steal, or borrow
As long as you follow
Ive bee wandering
Gone away too far
But the road was rough
To get back where you are
And the sun went down
It never seemed to rise
Ah but now youre here
With the light shining in your eyes
Now I know I cant lose
As long as you follow
Im gonna win (Im gonna win)
Im gonna beg, steal, or borrow
Yes I can live today
If you give me tomorrow
As long as you follow
Now I know I cant lose
As long as you follow
Im gonna win (Im gonna win)
Im gonna beg, steal, or borrow
Yes I can live today
If you give me tomorrow
As long as you follow
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
As long as you follow (as long as you follow)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Marigold: Gloria Swansong
(sylvester / clarke)
The book I bought yesterday
I started to read
I found a small marigold
Pressed between leaves
And in that small marigold,
Well, I found a note
Saying, please wont you write to me
cause Im so alone
So Im going to write back today
Yes, Im going to write right away
I started dear marigold,
Not knowing her name
I just had to write to you
cause I feel the same
You sound like the marigold
That I found today
The beauty was there to be found
But fading away
So Im writing to you today
Yes, Im writing to you right away
As I started writing,
Well what can I say
I got to thinking
Where are you today
Brown leather cover,
Ripped, tattered, and torn
Its been such a long, long time
Since the flower was born
Theres no need to write back today
Im not going write right away
Just like a swan she is gliding,
Drifting from here unto there
She has no thoughts of dying,
Winter does not mean despair
Warm summer nights left behind her,
Thinking of things that shes done
Once were her friends all around her,
But now she is only one
Swan, swan keep your feet off the ground
Keep flying around
Its lonely youve found
You were left on your own
You didnt do right
Not to take off and fly
When your friends left that night
Chorus
Someday I know youll see something
That will bring back the memories of gold
Youll meet the friends that did leave you
No more to be left in the cold
And just like a swan youll be gliding,
Drifting from here unto there
Youll have no thoughts of dying
cause winter did not mean despair
song performed by by Hollies
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THAT, I Do Know
You see this?
I've been doing it,
Most of my life.
Writing.
I began in the '50's
The nineteen fifties.
With little or no encouragement,
At all that I could see.
OH...
My mom use to buy my sister
And I writing pads and finger painting sets
to keep me from writing on the walls.
And...
I guess a few spankings supplied an incentive!
Now that I remember certain events.
It was my sister Mimmie,
Who discovered I could write poetry.
And she didn't believe me.
People 'assume' I was nourished,
And encouraged by my parents.
I don't think they knew what I did,
To be honest.
I was born 'this creative being'.
With demands I made.
No one 'gave' me a thing,
But a headache.
With a parade of negative comments,
About my exposed interests.
They assigned to being a little effeminate.
But I played ball and stuff like that.
I wasn't hung up on gender!
That is more expressed today,
Than in those days I grew up.
So...
I am quite amazed today,
Especially...
That someone would ask me 'how'
I do 'this' and what they need to know...
To do 'that'?
'Gee, I don't know what to say.
Or how to say anything at all about it.
Uh...you...uh...well? ...I...uh...Gee.'
Sometimes I'm left speechless.
I just know...
If it is something done that is loved,
It will discover a way to express itself.
THAT,
Is what I have discovered over many years,
Of unrelentless devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Purpose That Remains Effective
Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.
All three appear to be totally distanced,
From anything decided to be concrete.
And the ones who claim they know what it takes,
To eliminate today's confusion...
Are said to have answers to bring relief.
Although...
It could be debated,
That those deluded have found a solution...
To permanently confuse reality for all.
And with a purpose that remains effective,
Few can honestly say a success has not been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She
Her rags became her cage.
She was looking right through glasses with glassy eyes
To see her leafed tree of reality.
She remembered that she left her left cast silver glove
On the blank page of her future.
Her gloomy solitude caressed her rain of tears.
Her heart's strings were the strings of an abandoned violin.
Their vibrations were haunting her memories.
Her onyx glances tried to hide her mist.
Her sadness was so complete
That it completely slipped through her shy smile
To become visible to all the people around.
The jerry–rigged reality was poisoning her hopes
And crowded her thoughts to push them into illusions.
She was a simple child inside her clown body,
A soul so caged wanting to be liberated,
While her reality was wretchedly dancing her hopes.
She was wondering if somewhere, someone
Was thinking and dreaming of her.
She walked so lonely on her lonely life road
That nothing could change her fate
She wanted to let her hopes to float on the losing breeze.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Waiting For Yesterday
IT'S A LONG WALK BACK TO REALITY
SHE PUTS ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL OF SHAME SHE MADE SO LONG AGO
TRYING OT FIGURE OUT WHERE THINGS WENT WRONG
SEARCHING THROUGH ALL THE LIES SHE TOLD
SOMEHOW SHE MISSED OUT ON ALL THE THINGS THAT SHE NEEDED MOST
DAYS SPENT WONDERING WHY THIS LIFE IS SO COLD AND NOTHING EVER CHANGES
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
TRYING TO FIND HIS SELF CONFIDENCE
ANOTHER BROKEN HEART BEHIND THE PAINLESS SMILE THAT HE SHOWS
REMINDED THAT YESTERDAY IS SO FAR GONE AND TOMORROW IS STILL A MIRACLE
SOMEHOW HE MISSED OUT ON ALL THE THINGS THAT HE NEEDED MOST
DAYS SPENT WONDERING WHY THIS LIFE IS SO CRUEL AND NOTHING EVER CHANGES
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
WATCH THE SUN STEAL YESTERDAY
HIDING ALL EMOTION FAR AWAY
TOMORROW'S STILL A MIRACLE
song performed by by 12 Stones
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Just 'Another' Day
Always...
There will be,
New songs with a singing sung.
And memories to remember done,
Until those who have them...
Take them away,
From this reality with their leaving.
Always...
There will be many who will never appreciate,
The dawn they have been given...
To view as just 'another' day.
Noon until Sunset,
With stars seen twinkling freely...
To cast our hopes and dreams upon,
Bring yawns to some.
Without a gazing upon the Moonlight...
As bright as it is shown to come.
Others will be amazed,
They have been blessed to witness life this way.
And yet,
There will be some amongst us left...
Who could care less how selfish they are.
And thoughtless,
To express a thankfulness.
Always...
There will be,
New songs with a singing sung.
And memories to remember done,
Until those who have them...
Take them away,
From this reality with their leaving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Yesterday Man
Sometimes people say to me,
why do you write so much about the past?
I look at them with dreamy eyes;
a small smile curls my lips,
visions of my childhood,
runs across my mind.
Of the days of innocence
that were left so far behind.
Those days when everything was new,
so ready to explore.
Then one day the world came by,
with its harsh reality,
and with a sweep of its hand,
took all the innocence away.
Therefore, now you know why,
I want to be a yesterday man.
poem by David Harris
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Incredibly Unbelievable
Whenever has it been that something disbelieved,
To be unbelievable...
Was more attention grabbing,
Than that which no one can be convinced...
Is more real than their acceptance of 'reality' defended.
Or the 'reality' that has led to the feeding,
Of that which is perceived to be of a quality...
One should and can believe.
And that which is disbelieved,
Is observed for what it is...
Incredibly unbelievable,
As witnessed to be disbelieved.
'You're back on crack, huh? '
Back?
I do not do drugs.
'Well...
Whatever it is that you do 'do',
You could make a fortune selling that!
'Cause this stuff you are 'rapping'...
Is 'cosmic'.
And you say you don't do drugs?
I find 'that' to be,
Incredibly unbelievable.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mirrors Past
I look into the mirror
and stare at this face.
Life has gotten dearer.
Time has left its trace.
What happened to the innocence?
Where is that youthful glow?
This isn't the mirror I saw myself in
So many years ago.
Innocence became reality.
Youth gave way to mature
Now I wish I had the mirror
I looked into before.
Mirrors show an image
We may not want to see.
The way we are today.
How we used to be.
Remember while you're looking.
The reflection doesn't last.
Just think of how it was
When you looked In Mirrors Past.
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Mirrors Past
I look into the mirror
and stare at this face.
Life has gotten dearer.
Time has left its trace. What happened to the innocence?
Where is that youthful glow?
This isn't the mirror I saw myself in
so many years ago. Innocence became reality.
Youth gave way to mature
Now I wish I had the mirror
I looked into before. Mirrors show an image
We may not want to see.
The way we are today.
How we used to be. Remember while you're looking.
The reflection doesn't last.
Just think of how it was
When you looked In Mirrors Past.
poem by Wendy Marie Georgi
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When We Were Children
There are times when our mind
slips back to a world we left behind.
To the days when we were children
and innocent to the horrors of humankind.
To the times when the summers sun
seem to last forever and a day,
when we were children
in that world so far away.
In those days when were not
corrupted by life as we are today.
Those days when beauty
came from the petals of a flowers head.
Those days when we were children
are gone to our memories
for us to lovingly remember
of a world we left behind.
18 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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The Earth Of Mankind
And I breathed my loudest to die tonight,
The relics of the past were forgotten due to health.
By the way of the resonance, my happiness left
To complete an ordeal of the likeliest kind,
Feelings and inner feelings were immense
Like the professors, of the days we studied together.
Seeing a craft was like sighting godly inferences,
Manifold reasons were proclaimed
In this forward motion,
In these completely new formations
That utilized the strength and haste
Of a majestic being in trouble.
My breathing was inside the road we told,
Yet a bliss concerned the dealings of men,
The very same righteous men who walked
The Earth.
Sending the spices of reality and questions
Was then to interrogate, and sending was a
Relaxed art.
Let this reality be summoned by the wind
To carry a new religion into heights
Of great offerings we call mankind's welfare.
poem by Naveed Akram
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She's Taunting Me
She's taunting me by being online all the time
Taunting me by being bored and available
Taunting me because there is something insatiable
Some desire to talk to her, to know her, to show her a sign
Of my affection, a desire to fix things so that we can friends again
A desire to fix things so that maybe we can be more
A desire to fix things by speaking about the issues at the core
Of what happened, of what I did, of how sorry, regretful of that time when
I made a mistake and lost a helper, maybe even a friend
Did that damage I'm not sure if I can mend
But making things right again isn't enough
Even though I know things would be rough
I still want to be more, so stop taunting me!
Why are you always online? ! Why are you there! ? Can't you see?
This is hurting me because I still want you
That's why I did those things, yes those mistakes, Yea me the guy who
Normally is the leader or the one with a cool head
But I forgot what I knew
Cause I was blinded by my emotions, my love for you
That's why I said what I said
I'm sorry for what I did
I would have never been hard on you if not for my love
I would have never expected you to be more pure than a dove
I would have never slid
Backwards and forgotten my reason and wisdom
Sorry, sorry, and sorry again blame my affection
So please stop because you're taunting me
I wish to speak with you
I wish you'd speak with me too
You know I'd talk for hours, maybe then you'd see
That's why I did what I did, and I regret it, you're more important
You're the girl that I want
So either notice me and let's make things right
Or stop taunting me.... get out of my sight
Because I can't take it when you're around me and there's tension
I can't take it when you're there but we're not friends and I'm vilified
I'm not your enemy, but soon these emotions will have died
I want to be more to you, I want you to dropp the aversion
To me, dropp your walls and let me back in
I'm sorry for my sin
So please either stop taunting me or turn and walk away
I can't take you, you're too much for me, I can't help but want you
I can't help but know, that you don't want me too
I'm not dumb... so stop the torture, she's taunting me, taunting me how fey
She's taunting me, taunting me again.
poem by David Knox
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