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The Ultimate Example

Those who have never told the truth about anything,
Are always heard commenting on someone else,
Not being who they are.

Pull up a chair and listen to this!
The passing of unconscious judgement.

While they embellish themselves and activities,
In the midst of an attentive audience.
They begin...
Recreating their perceptions,
Of how one should be...
When one has both feet grounded on Earth.
With an unnecessary mocking of someone done.

And of course,
Their protrayal is the ultimate example...
Of how one's life is correctly lived!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over Our Heads

I don't think you love me
Confusion settling in
I don't think I'll be staying
Around here, anymore
There's no question that I love you
But I'm living in my own time
And here I am debating
Whether I'm wrong, or right
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
All the promises I gave you
Helped me to survive
And all the times I wished you'd save me
You were the love of my life
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
I'm only passing by ...

song performed by by Zero 7
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Something That Is Offered and Exchanged

The best possible way to remain 'involved...
To have a clear and open dialogue wished,
With those one initially meets.
Is not to introduce those experiences,
One has lived through to accomplish.
Throughout one's life,
That has come to benefit.
An increased understanding.

If done too early in a conversation.
Those who came prepared,
To share and express themselves freely.
Will then begin to embellish their activities.
With uplifted chins and arrogant faces.
This can be observed in 'most' social places.

To appear not to know many things,
And.
Sometimes nothing at all,
Is the best avenue one should take.
To at least learn 'something',
That is offered and exchanged.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Who's Benefit Is It

Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.

If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.

Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear Ultimate Sentence On Soul

different styles
different strokes
for different folks

identity perceptive
is relative to issues
levels of tolerance

vary through levels
of cultural political
religious importance

above all truth
integrity intentions
declare responses

honourable
or deceitful

truth is constantly
spun by masters of spin
served up politically

for self serving
power party purposes
personal profit

innocent blood
national suffering
who is accountable?

a world Supreme Court
is not divine judgement
fear not men’s judgement

those who take innocent life
justly or unjustly
kill body then can do no more

fear he who will judge souls

fear ultimate soul judgement

fear ultimate sentence on soul

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Alan's On Fire

Go!
All my life I have been used by you
Time has come our game of love is through
Since I was born I've lived in the cold I've lived in the dark
Now I want heat now I want light igniting spark
I'm not a martyr but I am truth and you are a liar
But now my life of constant sadness goes up in the fire
I will
Be heard
And I will
Be heard
Step on me I'm here for you to see
I hope you choke as I go up in flames
I told you my problems but you never heard a word
This is the moment for once in my life I will be heard
I know there must be a better way but I don't know how
You've lied to me and you've ignored me
but you won't now
I will
Be heard
And I will
Be Heard
All my life I have been used by you
Time has come our game of love is through
A burning passion from a burning mass
reaches up for the sky
I've called you here my devoted family turn to watch me die
I'm not a martyr but I am truth and you are a liar
So now my life of constant sadness goes up in the fire
Yeah!
One

song performed by by Machine Head from Burn My Eyes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Okay, Okay, Okay! I Get It. I Apologize

Okay, okay, okay!
I get it.
I apologize.
I should not have called you an idiot.
I should have left it alone as a thought.

But since I have apologized
Let us both pretend,
You are not the fool I believe you are.
And you can forgive me for any perceptions,
You assume in the future
I might have of you that offend.

Even those thoughtless statements,
I may make in public
And surrounded by an attentive audience,
You now know
I did not intend to mention as they were heard.
And repeated.
Over and over again.

I'm glad you realize,
We all make mistakes.
Although they may be done on a regular basis.
I appreciate your acceptance of my apology.
I promise from now on,
I will make attempts to be more conscious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shes Gone

My woman is gone (woman is gone), my woman is gone (woman is gone).
She had left me a note hanging on my door:
She say she couldnt take it, she couldnt take any more.
The pressure around me - just couldnt see;
She felt like a prisoner who needs to be free.
Fools have tried, yeah - wisemen have failed:
Oh, listen to me, honey: life could never be another jail.
Still we know now: well never see smoke without fire
And everyone you see has a heart desire.
Shes gone (shes gone), shes gone (shes gone),
Shes gone (shes gone), shes gone, ye-ah!
Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard,
Words that I never heard?
Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard,
Words that I never heard?
She made it through the exit (she just couldnt take it);
She made it through the exit (she just couldnt make it).
And, oh, my children, if you see me cryin:
My woman is gone.
If you see me - if you see me - if you see me -
If you see me cryin -
If you see me - if you see me - if you see me -
If you see me cryin:
Shes gone (shes gone), shes gone (shes gone), shes gone, ye-ah!
Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard,
Words that I never heard?
Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard,
Words that I never heard?
Shes gone (shes gone), shes gone (shes gone), shes gone
(shes gone)

song performed by by Bob Marley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Tick With A Tocking All Of Our Clocks

Not too often,
But I do become quite amused...
By those who read my work,
And immediately have their perceptions of me.
Who I am and the life lived I pursue.

I am a writer and 'sometimes' I infuse,
My experiences lived.
But I am not an isolationist...
Observing life within limitations.

I have the ability to empathize,
With others unknown but do see.
I also listen to others as well...
With a focused attention.
Without that focus being centered on me.
I am not a self obsessor.

I am also a creature of curiosity.
An adventurer scouting out life,
And what life offers me.

And with a pad and pen with imagination too?
Well...
The environment is a canvas I observe.
To describe what is there existing.
Although there are times when people refuse,
To see themselves the way I do.

And believe it or not,
What is revealed to us all...
Has the capability to tick with a tocking,
All of our clocks.
With refusals to believe.
And denials to be heard to go on none stop.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Listen Some People Don't

You judge me before my words can come out
You can’t even look my way
And you leave me with no doubt
You won’t listen to a word I say
And I will never be heard by you
No matter what it is that I do
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t

You shut me up before I can speak
You shut me up so you can keep me weak
Now I breaking all your rules
That you have made just for me
To keep me away from my history
From my strength and my dignity
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t

You don’t know how many times I have prayed
That you would hear the words that I have to say
Now get out of the way
Because we no longer have to stay in this prison of the mind
Because we find you guilty of the ultimate crime
Now get out of the way
So that they can hear what I have to say
And begin to make their plans for escape today

Even though you made me a thug,
It is out of love that I put my message out
Find your voice in school and follow the Golden Rule
And shout it out, with out a doubt
That you will be heard, until you are heard
Right down to the very last word
Some people listen some people don’t
Some people listen some people won’t

poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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That Which Is 'Now' To Be Lived

Firm and consistent.
Persistent and resilient.
To begin and finish as fixed.
Grounded and steady in sound ideals.
Uncompromising when it comes to visit.

Appealing and unyielding,
To passing fads and rehashing fashions.
And not about trends or the ending of them.

Reliable and constant.
With a taste that is craved.
Today and not tomorrow...
Without borrowing from yesterdays gone.
That which is 'now' to be lived as is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through

Is that enough?
I think it's over
See, everything has changed
And all this hatred may just make me strong enough
To walk away
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may strip me of the things that I've worked for
But I've had my say
So hear me now
I've enough of these chains
I know they're of my making
No one else to blame for where I stand today
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
So God, hey God you know why I'm through
Through
I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older
And everything must change
But all this cruelty and money instead of love
People, have we no shame?
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may take away the things that I've worked for
But you'll pull me through
It's so clear to me now
I've enough of these chains
Life is there for the taking
What kind of fool would remain in this cheap gilded cage
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
Oh God, I'm sorry
I think I'm through
I think I'm through
I think I'm, I know I'm

song performed by by George Michael
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Narrative About Masks And Love

somehow the mask has become my own face
you lift it up with your hands and there are no more stories
to be told: about love? there is none anymore, if you insist,
there might be one, but it was about the love that did not die,
and for which i have told you once, and for me to live some more
years, as i insist, i wore a mask full of love and laced with
lust, and then i met you and you say
i am beautiful.
you say you love me, and i fall on an abyss of silence,
and i keep on falling, and i should have told you about
a story that i keep on telling but which you have not heard,
some twists, a clinch, a pinch, an inch of truth
that could have reached you,
but you do not want to listen anymore,
this is a love story,
but at the scene when you begin to unrobe me,
i tell you the truth,
this is not about you and I,
this is still about my past,
about pain and sin,
how could you be so unkind?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Biblical Learning Bug

What you may ask
are my most treasured
valuable possessions?

Obtained authenticated
after an astute search
lifetime as keen collector.

Almost everything I possess
of true exceptional value was found
in proven morality contained
within passage lessons in the Bible.

Judgement was eventually affirmed
with experience own tested belief
supplemented with wide research

knowledge my own keen sustained
education instigated driven insight
to perceive to understand to know.

Motivation I know I know so little
I therefore watch listen time learn
incentive knowing that I know little
upon each unique occasion I listen.

I listen quietly and learn each
individual life lesson anew
in this way I am open to truth

other perceptions of reality
wisdom change where I may
honour gift creation each day.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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If Given The Attention

Many regard the hearing of truth,
As offensive.
And those who tell it...
To be evil.

And in some environments,
Those who can not handle the speaking of it...
Are afflicted with all kinds of ailments.
Their minds will not accept the truth.
And institutions to assist them,
'Heal'...
From an assortment of psychological perceptions,
Grow!

And those seeking to campaign against truth,
Often annoy others...
With every complaint imagine.
From not being understood...
To finding someone or 'something' in their neighborhood,
Not meeting the expectations.
AND...
If given the attention,
It is clear they are amongst those living in denial!

AND...
If given the attention,
Mouths are open...
With ears closed and nothing is heard,
Giving anything heard a time to listen!
Unless,
Of course...
The 'word' is spoken in church,
For them to misinterpret.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inflated Self Worth

Inflated self worth...
May be a need some must feed,
To receive attention.
Or a curiousity shown,
To them expressed and mentioned.

Eventually to be addressed,
At someone else's expense.

And this often takes place,
When those who love to embellish...
Do so,
When it is realized the audience listening...
Has several unfamiliar and attentive fresh faces.

To accomplish and achieve what one believes,
Is an easier way to notoriety...
Than providing the actual evidence that can be researched.
But then again when one embellishes a delusion,
One is hoping that a dazzling performance is sufficient...
Enough,
To enthrall newcomers and nonbelievers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Planet Earth

I heard a girl in a dress
Say her face was a mess
I heard theres no reason why
I heard that nows the time to buy
On planet earth
Ill probably stay
On planet earth
Its a place to live your life
Where pleasure follows pain
People go insane
Fly around in planes
Pray that it wont rain
Drive around in cars
Get drunk in local bars
Dream of being stars
Well I lived all my life on planet earth
I saw a girl lose all control
When she lost her new mink stole
I saw her try to catch a man
Things I couldnt understand
On planet earth
Ill probably stay
On planet earth
Its a place to live your life
Where pleasure follows pain
People go insane
Fly around in planes
Pray that it wont rain
Drive around in cars
Get drunk in local bars
Dream of being stars
Well I lived all my life on planet earth
I saw a man on a stage
Scream put me back in my cage
I saw him hang by his tie
I saw enough to make me cry
On planet earth
On planet earth
I lived all my life on planet earth
I lived all my life on planet earth
On planet earth
(repeat)

song performed by by Devo
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Hoping I Do Not Intend To Do So

If I was told by another,
Something I had not researched myself...
To declare as fact.
And I went ahead to whisper into the ears of others,
A rumor heard hoping my telling would keep intact...
I then become an accessory,
To unnecessary and unsolicited lip movement.
Open to be subjected to direct and vicious cussing.
IF...
I was told by another something I had not researched.

That's why if I am asked if I can keep a secret,
I immediately begin to laugh.
Because the one who has asked that question,
Is hoping I do not intend to do so.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Need For Others To Interpret

You claim to know what it is that you 'see'?
And still allow yourself to disrespect it?
Either you don't know it for what it is...
Or,
Your perception of it is not grounded on fact.

You claim to know what it is that you 'see'?
And still allow yourself to disrespect it?
Either you don't know it for what it is...
Or,
Your perception of it is not grounded on fact.

And perceptions not ground on fact,
Could eliminate what you thought you had...
For someone else to appreciate,
With a knowing what it is that they have!
Without a need for others to interpret.

'Hang in there! '

No. YOU hang in there.
That's your expertise.
I have a life to live with doings to be pursued.
With no intentions to swing in the wind.
Or be linked to a ball and chain.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is for the Living.

Life is a two way street, you can go up or you can go down,
You can be ungrateful, want what you want with your limited knowledge,
And for everything just frown.
Your life can become a never ending misery, old age, sickness and you die,
Or you can listen to the wise man before your time
And learn to question everything, asking why?

Life is for the living, let go, let come what has to teach you,
Face everything with enthusiasm, gratefulness
And look always for something interesting to do.
Never stop learning how to take care of your soul, so is your body,
Be brave, face what comes, solve problems, listen
And know that life can be a beautiful melody.

You heard the wise saying that you can choose between life or malediction,
You have a free will and a self judgement built into you for protection.
What you give out or even think will return to you,
Kindness, but the truth will build you up,
Hostility and fraud hit back with sickness, problems and you'll always be blue.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Freelanced Interpretations

So uncomfortable they are!
In their own skins.
So uncomfortable you wouldn't know it.

But listen to them passing judgement.
Listen to them quote scripture.
And begin to give their freelanced interpretations.

Listen to them denounce the lives of others.
And their choices made.
Then listen to them smugly admit,
In high self satisfied indulgence...
What they will or will not do...'IF'
The situation called for their 'qualified'
Decision making techniques!
Of course found common...
On accepted garbaged and trashed piled streets.

And...
'If' a choice made was not taken upon their advice?
How dare
Should that 'someone'
Have that much independence?
And it will be mentioned...
Until forgiveness is begged!

Then...
These sheltered from reality 'predictables',
Pronounce an undying love and closeness to God!
Enough to turn a listener's stomach!
If an excuse hasn't already been made earlier to leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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