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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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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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Write Erase Write Erase

this is what happens to this poem
when you have nothing to write
tonight....write, erase, write, erase

you are waiting
for an inspiration that does not come

you keep on waiting and then something comes
you write it, you think about it, you read it and you find nothing
worth the letter you assign to it
then you erase it and you are honest enough to admit that there is nothing
beautiful
not even a purpose, and then you write the word again, you ponder, there is
nothing worth its existence
there is nothing to grow in that word chosen
you erase it again, you write it and then there is this space of thinking,

what is it? you ask. what is it really?
it is this denial.
this negation of
what you are
that keeps you writing.

you stand by the window. Look out
the road. You see a dog, and it is howling again
to the moon
and to the wrong tree
it is barking.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Denial

We live in a world of denial
we pretend nothing is wrong we keep our smiles.
but nothing can hold back the pain,
from driving us insane.
We don’t have to admit how we truly feel,
because then we have to admit it is real.
For it is easier to hold feelings inside,
then have admitted it hurts and cry.
For our inner child is very sad,
and we don’t believe we can hold her tight
with both hands.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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It is Inevitable

Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth.
When it is revealed,
Can no longer be concealed.
Or interpreted for something it is not.

And regretting not to have embraced it,
When that opportunity comes.
To have it faced,
Does not change the integrity of those
Who have known and lived the truth.
When opposition displays its evil.

Although,
Those who have based their lives.
On lies told as they lived,
Are the ones haunted by their misdeeds.
Observed as seen.

Leaving truth shown to be spoken and known,
Eventually winning all battles!
It is inevitable that an evil is chased away.
Once the masquerading of it has been exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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On Display

When I first met denial,
It was masked as if casted from my face.
I looked into the mirror to evaluate its presence.
And on that particular day...
I stayed until denial from my face went away.

Self examination is at first excruciating.
Truth on display,
Doesn't fake to a fade or play charade.
Or masquerade its significance.
It comes too real to be felt and adorned.

When I first met denial,
It was masked as if casted from my face.
I looked into the mirror to evaluate its presence.
And on that particular day...
I stayed until denial from my face went away.

Self examination is at first excruciating.
Truth on display,
Doesn't fake to a fade or play charade.
Or masquerade its significance.
It comes too real with a feeling that's adorned!

And as often as I repeat this...
Truth as it was introduced to me,
Has not changed since its delivery.
In fact within me it remains on!
And the more I demand it around me,
The clearer I see the stronger its appearance gets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Supporting Charities

The only time an acknowledgement,
With a proper respect given
Seems to be for those supporting charities.
Or,
The ones announcing
An establishment of a foundation.

This act of philanthrophy,
Enables many to solicit funds from others
With a hiding of their own money.
To then distribute with a giving,
What to them comes in
To be donated to those regarded to have needs.

It would be wonderful if the act of giving,
Was not considered a lucrative business.
And the reality of hunger and homelessness,
Was not a creation to feed the greed of those elite.
To empower the placement of their social graces.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth

Truth was there at the beginning of the beginning

Truth was there at beginning of the beginning of the beginning

What was true alone was there

And truth has persisted through the ages

Let change do whatever it can truth alone remains

Change has sprung from truth

For there was nothing else than truth

And change is its offspring

Or perhaps change is truth and truth was change

Change was at the beginning

Change was what is past

Change is what is now

Change is what will be in times to come

Change is Truth

Truth is Change

I welcome truth in every breath

Hail to thee Oh Death

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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To Erase The Ease Of Excuse Making

There has to be somewhere,
More than one 'someone'...
With shoulders broad and bold enough,
To carry the weight of another...
Who is fit and healing,
From a spinelessness.
And has begun to strengthen,
From weaknesses digested.

There has to be someone somewhere,
Who has confessed despair.
And today stands aware,
That an acceptance of life...
Means to conquer over fear and strife.
And is there to provide comfort,
To others without complaining of obstacles faced...
On a daily basis.
And has begun to erase the ease of excuse making

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stronger Than Me

So you closed your eyes in the morning
You said you want to start smoking again
You said you had that dream last night
Of the stranger in your room
You said you want to start making new friends
Well I'd found some peace
You want release
You must be stronger than me

I don't know how you can take it
Invest your heart and then you break it
I don't know how you can set it free
You must be stronger than me
Set it up but it's not perfect
Tear it down cause it's not worth it
If someone else can light your mystery
They must be stronger than me

So I closed my eyes at midnight
Cinderella must go home
But the map was burned
And I've taken a wrong turn
And I found myself alone
I'm tired of this war
I don't want to fight no more
You must be stronger than me

So it's too late then
You could have told me when
Living died and passion lied
Now you're a refugee
Well if it's what you need
Run away from the truth you see
You must be stronger than me

song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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For Those Who Don't Recognize Opportunities

Deciding an opportunity,
One gets that comes.
Will await until a decision has been made,
By the one who perceives.

An opportunity staring in one's face,
Is obligated to stay in place.
Until that decision to take it has been done.
Should not stun the one.

Who gets an opportunity that abruptly leaves,
To be discussed with digust as a memory.
For those who do not recognize opportunities.
They will never experience them for what they are.
Or when to take them immediately.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Your Fears Are Faced

I wish to bring you fear?
With a convincing done of it?
No! You are the one convinced,
That a truth spoken to you...
Is to be feared with a quick defense.

And you regard me,
As someone who offends...
Your pretentiousness to replace?
But it has been this pretentiousness,
Preventing your happiness you have erased.

What I offer and bring to you,
Is the closest you have ever been...
To anything you can refer and call an awakening.
With a beginning of a reality,
You need not fear once your fears are faced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Beginning

The whole worlds broke and it aint worth fixing
Its time to start all over, make a new beginning
Theres too much pain, too much suffering
Lets resolve to start all over make a new beginning
Now dont get me wrong - I love life and living
But when you wake up and look around at everything thats going down -
All wrong
You see we need to change it now, this world with too few happy endings
We can resolve to start all over make a new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
The world is broken into fragments and pieces
That once were joined together in a unified whole
But now too many stand alone - theres too much separation
We can resolve to come together in the new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
We can break the cycle - we can break the chain
We can start all over - in the new beginning
We can learn, we can teach
We can share the myths the dream the prayer
The notion that we can do better
Change our lives and paths
Create a new world and
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
The whole worlds broke and it aint worth fixing
Its time to start all over, make a new beginning
Theres too much fighting, too little understanding
Its time to stop and start all over
Make a new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
We need to make new symbols
Make new signs
Make a new language
With these well define the world
And start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over ...

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Opportunity

Opportunity, it is said,
knocks but once.
Opportunity, sometimes
knocks a few times.
The gospel truth is,
Opportunity's frequency is erratic.
Opportunity is a windfall,
in true truth a one-off affair.

This explicitly explains why
To the wise the plausible option,
is to grab the first opportunity.
Striking when iron is hot
Sparing oneself the guilt
Of not grasping an opportunity,
When it itself, presents.

Opportunity to the fool,
knocks when requested.
It is there to be clasped,
when really required.
No doubt missed opportunity,
is the facet of a fool.

Be wise, act rationally
Be guided by the reasoning
The time- tested saying
‘opportunity, knocks but once'.

poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Love A Little Stronger

(chuck jones/billy crittenden/gregory swint)
I dont leave any room for doubt
When it comes to you and me
You know all about the way I feel inside
You know how hard I try
But that dont mean that I cant
Love a little stronger, dig a little deeper
Go a little farther, anything to please you girl
Tonight Im gonna start all over
Show you girl whats in my heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh, gonna love a little stronger
You tell me youre the lucky one
But I see things differently
I have just begun to show you that you mean
Everything to me
I still feel the need to
Love a little stronger, dig a little deeper
Go a little farther, anything to please you girl
Tonight Im gonna start all over
Show you girl whats in my heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh, gonna love a little stronger
Love a little stronger, dig a little deeper
Go a little farther, anything to please you girl
Tonight Im gonna start all over
Show you girl whats in my heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh, gonna love a little stronger
Love a little stronger, dig a little deeper
Go a little farther, anything to please you girl
Tonight Im gonna start all over
Show you girl whats in my heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh, gonna love a little stronger
Gonna love a little stronger
Gonna love a little stronger

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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What For Them Will Be Their Just Reward

Beginning to grieve their own imperfections,
They seek 'immediate' relief...
From the sight of their flaws and blemishes,
They have begun to witness.
Yet for years by others seen,

Even though those same 'flaws' and 'blemishes',
Now declared too painful...
Have agonized others who have suffered...
With a tolerance,
Of sacrificing all of their lifes...
Enduring being afflicted by them.

With no one attempting to heal or mend,
The scars they have had to pretend were not felt.
Or for 'them' and those before them,
Carried.
But did dare not to say,
Existed!

What for them and those before them,
Will be their just reward?
Apologies?
Ointments?
Bandages to mask their wounds?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Destructive Praise

With no sense of natural rhythm.
And no sense of what that beat kept,
Keeps...
Within a soul that can feel this deeply.
Without losing sleep.
Out of tune and out of step...
Are they in search of assurance.

And yet,
An acceptance of who they are is rejected...
For fear that correcting what is out of sync,
Would be to admit their imperfectness.
And this will not be admitted.
Even if denial affects mental aspects...
Of a self destructive praise implemented to isolate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Universe (They Have This Need)

Do not become fooled or tricked by them.
The ones who talk of both fear and sin.
Their way of observing life may be coming to its end.
But this Universe is full of abundance.
Perhaps for them there is this 'need' to believe...
What they have created has to be deflated!

There is this need for some to feel defeated.
As if it's up to them who lives to breathe!
There is this need for some to feel defeated.
As if it's up to them who stays and leaves.

And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.

Do not become fooled or tricked by them.
The ones who talk of both fear and sin.
Their way of observing life may be coming to its end.
But this Universe is full of abundance.
Perhaps for them there is this 'need' to believe...
What they have created has to be deflated!

And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.

(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!

And those who play God are on medications over-rated.

(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!

And those who play God are on medications over-rated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has Been Here to Exist

The increase of social ills,
Has not been hidden in the midst...
Of the Sahara Desert.
Nor has a decadence risen to be seen,
From the depths of oceans.
Or lush valleys of green.

Warnings have been given,
From messengers ignored.
The effects of what is taking place,
Have long been on these shores.

To say that none of this was known...
Is to say that disrespect has never been shown.
And an acknowledgement of this has not been encouraged,
As it has grown.
Wasn't the presence of denial praised to continue on?

The increase of social ills,
Has not been hidden in the midst...
Of the Sahara Desert.
Nor has a decadence risen to be seen,
From the depths of oceans.
Or lush valleys of green.

It has been here to exist.
And still not faced to evaluate and admit.
Because those who are leading the parade,
Are the ones afraid of losing their status.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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