There Is a Lesson in This
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best,
They feel this needed.
With a lesson in this many don't expect.
And it is needed.
When one chooses to confess they're not the best,
With honesty.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines...
That caused them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best,
They feel this needed.
With a lesson in this many don't expect.
And it is needed.
When one chooses to confess they're not the best,
With honesty.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines...
That caused them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
Now...
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bridge Who Dreams Of Being A River
the bridge finally
confesses to the river
that in every surge of
the water below it
it experiences what human
males call an erection
it strengthens every
cable that runs inside it
the heavy clouds rain on it
and the sun scorches it with heat
every bridge confesses innocence
to this nonsense
the bridge after all is not what
it is, ...it is still going to be
not just a bridge but soon
when it collapses...a river too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New Year
Another new year
Still out with the old
And in with the new
Continuing the adventure
To a better life
Growing as a person
Happier and healthy
Making resolutions
A promise to keep
Taking each lesson
As another one learnt
So begins a new year
Out with the old
In with the new
Some routines kept
Others changed
Moving on and up
To where you belong
To where you wish to be
Twelve months to go
And a lot to see
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Stress is indispensable.
The stress is a demand on your energy,
Mental or physical. You’ve to have stress
As you are often in conflict as to
Whether to move or stand, fight or flee,
And yield or adopt. You cannot escape it.
The sooner you adopt the less is the stress.
17.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He who denies everything confesses everything.
He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.
'Tis a silly sheep that confesses to the wolf.
Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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With What the Stress Has Taught
Though I have not a reason for my stress
The world begins to test me once again...
I love my life but now I must confess
That I would not mind if it were to end.
The mental tension has my life confined
And there is no nepenthe for my strain,
But still the life I love does ask my mind
To burn and blacken out in daily pain.
Why must the burden be too large to bear?
Why does it snap the spirit like a twig?
Why does the mind commit to such affairs
That give us but another grave to dig?
Though stress ignites the hell within my thoughts,
My life improves with what the stress has taught.
Hetuaght me a lesson
He said he was going to
teach me a lesson.
I needed to no some things.
The lesson was rape.
But he said it was a game.
He said I had to learn sometime.
When he'd finished.
He smiled and said.
This happens to
Stupid little girls
All the time.
I was only teaching you a lesson.
If it was a lesson to learn
It was one well tuaght.
Be weary of who you trust.
For you never can
Read people like a book.
If you could
The world would be safe.
It was a lesson hard learned.
One that still remains today.
Its a lesson that effects me still.
I only wish I could
Of turned and run.
Only when your young
Like that you dont
Really understand.
If I did
I would of ran.
A thousand miles a way.
Out of reach.
And out of harms way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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Delivered And Personally Addressed
Some are able with an ability to see,
Events before they actually occur.
And there are regular worshippers,
Who pray for answers to their questions...
To be revealed to help them heal.
With a preference wished...
Noticed and preferred.
And when the answers come,
To be delivered by 'someone'...
God has chosen to deliver to them,
That message without a moment hesitation.
Those very same folks who say they pray with faith,
Turn away to dismiss the gift that has arrived.
And to them given!
WHY?
People are conditioned to go through their routines.
And this they do without purpose or meaning.
And their 'why' expressed is always attached,
To a 'me' that suffers duress.
And no one confesses to dismissing,
A message delivered and personally addressed.
'What are they looking for?
Someone dressed in 'Tux and Tails'...
With an orchestra and chorus led by a conductor? '
~Your Majesty...
I wish I had the answer to this dilemma.
But You must agree,
These creatures are Your creations.~
'I am reminded everytime,
I hear them complain, moan and whine.
And 'still' they refuse to listen to Me.'
~Maybe it is in the disbelief of their beliefs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Maturity Much Needed Is Sought And Begins
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
Those games chosen to play,
To protect insecurities...
Needing to be chased away,
Are nothing more than childish pranks.
Overdue for a ridding...
Instead of pursuing them to please,
A mental dysfunction to outdo and out rank.
I've lost all attraction to play games like that.
I will return your calls.
But a tolerance of a nonsense initiated,
I no longer accept at all.
What point is made,
By a charading done to masquerade?
And in these days we live call for a seriousness.
With my desire to continue on like this...
Leaving you behind with the times I will not miss.
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your candor is worth everything to your cause. It is refreshing to find a person with a new theory who frankly confesses that he finds difficulties, insurmountable, at least for the present.
If he have faith, the believer cannot be restrained. He betrays himself. He breaks out. He confesses and teaches this gospel to the people at the risk of life itself.
quote by Martin Luther
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Confession
Oh my God! I am weak and fail,
In my wills to the beguiling Enemy,
Who tempts me against prohibitions,
Rides on my fragile heart and mind,
Shows me the path lusty poignant,
My defiant unbridled limbs
Break the defensive line of fence.
Oh my God! I am fallen into hands,
Wrong, deceitful and fraudulent,
So I can not win the battle so hard,
Though determined in vain thousand times,
To shun the Enemy, to prove my faith,
Bestow me the unflinching fortitude,
To wrestle against the Fake Omnipotent.
Oh my God! I corrupted myself,
While sinning more than the drops of rains,
Have poured down since beginning,
More than the stars and spaces stretched,
Yet I have faith in Kindness and Mercy,
Reserved infinitely bounteous for confesses.
Oh my God! I admit to be a derailed being,
He who confesses wrongs by own accord,
In the court of unforgiving Pricking Prince,
Provokes not wrath, invites redemption,
For behind it work love, fear and hope,
And not disgust, hatred and hostility.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I Was the Promise Breaker
my parents expect me to understand
they expect me to think its just about them
expect me to know its not my fault..
but honestly its all a lie they thought
they think it makes me feel better to know
that sometimes love doesnt grow
and now they have grown so far apart
the love is not there that was at the start
so dont start telling me im not the cause
i know im the reason and its all because
without me you guys wouldnt fight
without me you guys wouldnt argue
without me you guys would be happy
but i changed all that
so yea it is my fault..
stop lying to me
stop lying to yourself
it was always my fault
because i was a mistake
you never really wanted me in the first place
i changed your plans at an annual pace
you got old and had more reasons to scorn
i was what caused the pages to turn
the page that caused the rise and fall
of your once true love thats not there at all
you made a promise the day you were married
but i guess that all changed when it was me you carried
im sorry i ended up being your promise breaker
dont act like im not the reason, dont be a faker
i guess marriage isnt till the end after all
but you taught me a lesson, dont learn to fall
dont fall in love when your pages arent ready
when they dont want to turn to a new page and be steady
dont make a mistake like having a baby
then let your marriage fail, dont let stress be too heavy
happy endings dont come when you make mistakes
dont ruin your life when you have too much at stake
I guess its my fault you guys grew apart
a marriage wont last if love isnt felt from the heart
I'm sorry you brought me into your life
without me my mom would still be my dad's wife
but i was your mistake
and ive always been the issue
your marriage has failed
and i need a tissue
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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