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Their 'Stash' Has Gone

Why are those high expectations,
Being lowered into disappointing pits?
Why is it that remorse,
Seems to be the mood of choice.
And the first thing noticed,
When heard by a spoken voice...
Further encouraged by needling critics.

To say dismay has been raised to heights,
Is to acknowledge the acceptance...
Of those living a routine of feeling recycled,
With lives they have come to despise.
And faith and hope has become a drug for some.
With many realizing their 'stash' has gone...
And no more of it to them will come.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High

There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.

But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.

And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.

Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.

'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'

'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'

This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drug (It's Just A State Of Mind)

(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Take me in the morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling low
Take me when you want to stay
Take me,
Take me, take me, take me, take me
Take, take, take, take.
Before you slide into the wide
There's something i want you to know
(what you see is what you want)
In all your stretch of conciousness
You've still got a long way to go
(what you want its what you need)
Some make you spin,
Some make you sweat,
Its only here for you to choose (choose me)
And if you try, an alternative high
Then tell me what have you got to loose now..
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling low
Take me when you want to stay - up all night
Up all night
The hit, the hit
The hit to fit reality,
Its just a state of mind
(what you see is what you want)
And you'll admit its more than just an axe that you've got to grind
(what you want is what you need)
We'll make a spin
We'll make you sweat
All you've got to do is use me (use me)
Some like it hot
But i like it wet
So tell me what have we got to lose now..
(chorus)
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
(use me) (use me) (choose me) (choose me) (use me) (use me)
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
(chorus)
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling slow
Take me when the mood is right
(chorus)
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling slow
Take me when the mood is right
Up all night
(chorus) (mixed until fade..)

song performed by by Duran Duran
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Drug

(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Take me in the morning
Take me every night
Take me when youre feeling low
Take me when you want to stay
Take me,
Take me, take me, take me, take me
Take, take, take, take.
Before you slide into the wide
Theres something I want you to know
(what you see is what you want)
In all your stretch of conciousness
Youve still got a long way to go
(what you want its what you need)
Some make you spin,
Some make you sweat,
Its only here for you to choose (choose me)
And if you try, an alternative high
Then tell me what have you got to loose now..
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when youre feeling low
Take me when you want to stay - up all night
Up all night
The hit, the hit
The hit to fit reality,
Its just a state of mind
(what you see is what you want)
And youll admit its more than just an axe that youve got to grind
(what you want is what you need)
Well make a spin
Well make you sweat
All youve got to do is use me (use me)
Some like it hot
But I like it wet
So tell me what have we got to lose now..
(chorus)
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
(use me) (use me) (choose me) (choose me) (use me) (use me)
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
(chorus)
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when youre feeling slow
Take me when the mood is right
(chorus)
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when youre feeling slow
Take me when the mood is right
Up all night
(chorus) (mixed until fade..)

song performed by by Duran Duran
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Little Town Girls Dream

she was a litle town girl with a common name
a little town girl seeking fortune and fame.
she would do what ever her agent said
including with him going to bed.

she said that nothing would get in her way
and to an audience she would play.
she had the voice of an angel so rare
and with the world she wanted to share.

she was a little town singer
a MARILYN MONROE ringer.
her beauty like her voice
would capture the hearts of men
and take her to her journeys end.

realizing that there are so many who
would abuse, which one should she choose?

starting to feel hurt, lonely, depressed
she went to a church that she heard
voices of beauty filling the air
walked in and started to stare.
for in the church no one was there.

but the voices continued to sing
and filled her heart with strange emotions
and she raised her voice in devotion.
her voice so beautiful
that it resouded through out the town
that people left their homes to follow the sound.
then they saw this girl with her back to the crowd
looking up at the cross, with her
arms outstretched to her sides.
singing HALELUJAH ON HIGH.

her voice touching all that stood there
a voice which was beyond compare.
the people joined in and started to sing
startled and in dismay, she turned and tried to run away.

but the people stopped her at the door
and begged her to stay
and fell to their knees and began to pray.

seeing this she got choked up inside.
for now the choice was no longer hers
but of the LORD, who gave her this voice
for the world to see.
that in GOSPEL, she was meant to be.
she raised her voice once again.

now who do you think this is my friend?

poem by Louis Rams
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I've Got To Reach

I've got to reach.
Waiting around until a wilting begins,
From a blooming done...
Is a welcome I've noticed,
By those who have retired...
To witness their own expirations.
I can not imagine living a life,
Without desired expectations.
Or motivated by any aspirations.

I've got to reach.
There is something learned I am taught everyday.
In adventures experienced by a vulnerability,
I have managed to keep.
Curiosity is an asset,
For one with faith kept in a trust to believe.
And I know I've got to reach for heights,
Until the breath from me leaves.
I've got to reach, explore and visit more of this life lived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyebrows

He raised his eyebrows once
to ask about my daughter,
lowered them again
to ask about my son,
raised them one more time
to beg a kiss and cuddle
then lowered them again
when I told him where to go.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Choose to Bask In Sun

Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
To be in!

After thanking God,
For opening up my eyes...
I went through an array of choices.
Hoping I would find no opportunities,
To raise my voice.

Let's see?

I did the cussing thing,
This past Tuesday.
Practicing choice cuss words...
Purely for experimentation reasons.
And keeping my lips in shape.
No respect is given,
Unless it is made clear...
Some professionalism is involved.
Folks love to test,
Those appearing calm and rested.

Then came Wednesday.
I guess I was still under Tuesday's aura!
Someone got me so pissed...
I took advantage of it.
And decided to chit and chat,
Until that heated into a nasty spat.

Yes,
I did dump some crap.
It was dumped and I was done with that.

That same evening...
I felt remorseful for the choice I chose to have done.
And that night,
I could not sleep.
Even the sheets on my bed annoyed me.

Instead of chilling out and drinking tea.
But even then,
In the wee hours rushing to get to dawn,
A cup of tea makes me pee.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday...
I'm determined to barracade myself
Surrounded by nothing but joy!
I choose this choice I inflict with bliss.

That left Sunday to explore and reflect.
And reject any negativity.
That kind of stress prolongs,
And drains.
How can a sanity be maintained with that?

And every Monday...
I choose to bask in Sun.
I choose to forgive and forget,
Those things done.
By me or anyone else.
Realizing there is nothing else I can do.
Not to lift anyone out of a boo hoo...
Someone else did,
To open another's eyelids to have the tears gush.
Those memorial weeps,
I am learning to sweep away.

Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
To be in!

After thanking God,
For opening up my eyes...
I went through an array of choices,
This morning.
Hoping I would find no opportunities,
To raise my voice.
And I strengthen each day to make that choice.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Mystery Is There

No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.

The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.

Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.

And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.

No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.

'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'

~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~

'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'

~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~

'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '

~So why do you pray? ~

'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've Come Not Far Enough...

Why are they judged?
A scale. Kinsey… 1-6.
A figure… No more, No less…
Is there so much difference?
Something to fix?

1 is the norm,
that's what is said,
But if it were to change…
Straight. Dead
What then?

An End.
Time to Bend.

Switch around,
would there be a choice?
Discrimination reversed, Old Normality.
A submissive voice.
Silenced. Tired.

The feelings, repressed and hidden,
yet never ruled to be forbidden.
Why then, do some enjoy,
Putting down those whose lives they destroy?

We've come so far…
Yet Laws are new… Rights are few...
Insults and critics should get their due.
Time for acceptance.
Discrimination? Adieu.

Yet will it be enough?
For history is known to repeat itself…

Unless we pay attention.
Strengthen our retention.
Feel not a sense of Déjà vu.

poem by ShadowStrikeRaven C.M.Angell
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Faith, Hope, Trust

Faith is a feeling of misconception.
I have Faith in myself,
But should I have Faith in you?
The real challenge is retaining Faith in us.

Hope is a state that is unsteady.
I can Hope to find Faith,
But will Hope cure the fallacy that is us?
Hoping to have Faith gives life more demand.

Trust is an idea that troubles me.
I must Trust in my Hope of finding Faith,
But will that Trust finally induce our perfect peace?
Or should I Trust that your Faith in us is Hopeless?

In order to have Faith in us,
I must first show Faith in you.
Untill I believe you have Hope in us,
I'll keep the Hope that us is true.
And when you start to Trust in us,
You can Trust I will see it through.

poem by Blake Bishop
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Sex Type Drug

Just take it nice and slow
Like jelly in a mould (singin')
Dressed in a perfect skin
You're like a manequin
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Just need to make you see
Perfection is a sin, yeah
Just feed you like a dog
Just wanna hear you come
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Sex type thing
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
You feed me like a drug
I lick you up and swallow
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing

song performed by by Feeder
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Leap Of Faith

There is strength deep inside me that I never knew I had
Theres a fire within burnin bright
There is a love inside of me that I never thought Id feel
Until the day you came into my life, yeah
And it was you that were there when no one else was
And you show me a love unknown, ooh
You kept the fire burnin
You kept hope alive
And when my soul was fallin
You helped me to survive
And you led the way
Encouraged me to take that leap of faith
Theres a dream that I dream, I never knew it would come true
Theres a place I never thought that I would be (ooh)
There is a chance (theres a chance) that I took (that I took)
That I never thought Id take
Until you came and helped me to believe, ohh...
You were there when no one else was
And you showed me a love unknown
You kept the fire burnin (you kept the fire burnin)
And you kept hope alive (and you kept hope alive)
And when my soul was fallin (and when my soul was fallin)
You helped me to survive (you helped me to survive)
And you led the way (ooh)
Encouraged me to take that leap of faith
(Of faith, of faith, of faith, of faith, of faith, of faith, ooh)
Leap of faith (faith)
Oh, yeah
Ohh-oh-oh...
You showed me just how
(How to believe in me) in me, ohh...
You moved that tree and tore that forest there for me
You kept the...
You kept the fire burnin (you kept it burnin)
You kept hope alive (you kept hope alive)
And when my soul was fallin (my soul was fallin)
You helped me to survive (yeah, you helped me to survive)
Ahh... (you led the way)
Encouraged me to take the leap of faith, yeah
You kept the fire burnin (whoo!)
You kept hope alive (you kept the hope alive, hey!)
And when my soul was fallin (my soul was fallin)
You helped me to survive (but you helped me to survive)
Ahh... (you led the way)
Encouraging me to take
The fire (kept it burning) hope (all my life)
My soul (someones callin) you (Ill survive)
You led (the way) encouraged me (to take)
That leap of faith and make it over
Now I owe my thanks to you, ho-ohh...
You kept the fire burnin (woo, hey)
You kept hope alive (you kept hope alive)
When my soul was fallin (when my soul was fallin)
You helped me to survive (ooh...you helped me to survive)
Ohh...yes, you did
Pushing me to take that leap of faith
You kept the fire burnin
You kept hope alive
And when my soul was fallin
You helped me to survive
Ohh... ohh... ohh... ohh...

song performed by by R. Kelly
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Answer to Prayer

Intervention given
responses finally heard
doubts all forgiven
sickness finally cured.

Prayers we have raised
for miracles here on Earth
but at the end of the day
only love can give birth

to our souls' calm acceptance
of your holy will,
for only in the eternal
can the present be fulfilled.

So reconcile us to the mystery
that surrounds our little lives.
Open our eyes to see
the brilliance of your living light

poem by Steven Federle
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Disappointing Daughter

Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
What's wrong with that girl, anyway?
She's always in a daze.
Why won't she join in with their games?
Her brother always plays.
It's not that they're ashamed of her -
but some of her displays -
and, let's face it, in public, too...
Such a disappointing daughter:
imperfect;
human;
got drunk when younger;
went out with a few dodgy blokes,
when younger -
such a disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing - unforgivably
disappointing - ways.

poem by Paula Puddephatt
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Desperation Will Be Yours

If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
And sacrificed to place,
By your own kind...
Your high expectations,
For a neglect known and shown...
Are your mistakes!
Never to be erased.
And thrown back into your face.

If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made...
There is not a thing you can say,
About having feelings of dismay!

It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.

Condoned foolishness,
With a lack of discipline...
And feeding generations of this without end?
Produces excuses.

And those sitting back with beliefs,
What is seen is none of their business...
Will discover any business they claimed,
Aimed and flushed into toilets.

It's like this...
Ignorance invested,
Delivers an infestation of it.

And desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
So dropp all drama.

Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!

If you had not been in acceptance,
Of those forward steps made.
Desperation will be yours...
Heaven knows.
Drop that drama.
Heaven knows.
Get a Llama.
Heaven knows.
Don't blame Obama.
Heaven knows!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts on faith & hope

Thoughts on faith & hope
~
Holding faith
against all storms
which savage the soul
~
belief in love
that it shall conquer all
no matter what
~
trust in the soul
to make right decisions
to guide you safely on
~
hope in the world
that someone watches over
protecting and caring
~
opening the heart
to friends and family alike
so as not to be alone
~
breaking silence
letting thoughts be heard
without fear of them
~
holding faith
touching the heart
and facing fear
~
a hope in time
that the good will come
and remain in place
~
thoughts given air
spoken or written
somehow, someday heard

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Unaddressed

To be who it is someone claims to be,
Takes courage.
Little of what one says they are,
Is nourished to be encouraged.

People fear rejection.
Or a close inspection that upsets.
Instead of being happy with self confidence...
Some choose to seek approval,
With an acceptance of their footsteps.

Could this be connected,
To the mess that is today reflected?
With so much nonsense gone unaddressed...
And groups collecting to blame others,
For the lack of shown respect.
And satisfied to express in silence...
Their disappointing druthers to confess.

While a condoning of this continues to expose,
People who wish a quality of life to exist...
But caring less they produce an atmosphere of misfits.
And down the gutters their standards 'high browed'
Are watched like bystanders as this is slowly being disposed!
Allowed!
However...
Heard in heated discussions is the significance of this!
Everyone wants to project they are equipped with intelligence.
With resumés to prove they have the schooling and experience.
But for what?
To observe from glass towers eating hors d'oeuvres?
While below their own butts are being guttered?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Kept Secret

The view outside
The best kept secret
No one can reach it
No one believes
Its in the air
A chance to run now
So here I come now
Its time to leave
Who can remember just who is the leader
A soft spoken showman, accepted, encouraged
While under the cities the shuffle of money is speaking
The power of choice is the power of reason
The power of voice is the key to the world
So now just count the times that the chill in their words
Leaves you freezing
Tell me youre safe
That Im not dreaming
No night thoughts screaming
No face in the rain
For the first time
The view is clearing
No longer fearing
The shadow of pain
A certain smile conceals the highest card
Beyond this place the rains are falling hard
Someone somewhere
The voice you never hear
Salvation ringing clear
Always ahead
Please help me now
To see the blazing light
The stars return tonight
Burning so red
Who can remember just who is the leader
A soft spoken showman, accepted, encouraged
While under the cities the shuffle of money is speaking
The power of choice is the power of reason
The power of voice is the key to the world
So now just count the times that the chill in their words
Leaves you freezing
A certain smile conceals the highest card
Beyond this place the rains are falling hard
Falling hard
Falling hard

song performed by by Heaven 17
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We appropriately compared the lifestyle to that of drug addiction and alcoholism - lifestyles that one would be encouraged to seek help to leave - never encouraged to stay in.

quote by Stephen Bennett
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Lowered Expectations

Seeking to be challenged amongst those satisfied,
To have reached the heights of mediocrity...
And lowered expectations,
Is not a healthy mental environment to express...
A willingness to bet on who has a higher I.Q.

The only ones who would feel threatened,
Would be those who could not rap...
With their clothes hanging almost off their backs.
To leave a nakedness exposed in everyone's sight,
And not to be imagined.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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