To The Accusers
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to say,
Why did I see life that way.
Enemies!
You made them.
And gave them...
Reasons,
To act indifferent.
You believe,
Your life...
Is more right.
Inspite the sight,
Of your own degradtions!
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to say,
Why did I see life that way.
Enemies!
You made them.
And gave them...
Reasons,
To act indifferent.
You believe,
Your life...
Is more right.
Inspite the sight,
Of your own degradtions!
To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.
To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.
To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.
To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.
To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.
To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christ Suffered For Us
Jesus Christ had suffered and died, while His accusers all survived,
The accusers cheered as they said; on the cross the Savior is dead.
Christ was accused of The Truth, which His enemy could not refute.
With a crown of thorns on His head, Christ said forgive them instead.
Saying they know not what they do, as The Lord died for me and you.
At the sight of the earthquake, at the cross one centurion then spake;
He exclaimed with a reverent nod, surely Christ was the Son of God.
Friend with a nail deep in His side, for all sins Christ Jesus had died.
His body that night was then laid, by Joseph into his newly cut grave.
But some feared in their heart, that from the grave He would depart.
So a stone was rolled to the door, this in order to stop the risen Lord.
But Christ did exactly what He said, and Christ was no longer dead.
Fulfilled was Jonah’s prophecy, when Jesus rose again for all to see.
The stone was rolled from the tomb, thus sealing His accusers doom.
With that tomb left opened wide, His resurrection can not be denied.
But accusers exist to this day, those not believing what God did say.
Jesus did as He said my friend, and He’s coming back to do it again.
And when He comes back friend, every single eye will see in the end.
Even those who pierced Him will see, that He is The God of Eternity.
If you believe He was pierced for you, you’ll be raised into Glory too.
He’s coming back first in the clouds, to return within His holy crowds.
He prepared a place for His own, and is coming to take us all home,
While those who scoff in unbelief, will depart into darkness and grief.
Will you be in the scoffing crowds, or with The Lord in those clouds?
(Copyright ©07/2005)
Two Innocent Men
Two innocent men walk into each other’s paths,
A crime made a spectacle of them both,
A cell of squalor occupied them after much hope,
And the end of life happened all-of-a-sudden.
These men were names that sought no corruption,
But the hypocrites blamed them for their high-approach;
The accusers claimed a prize for the world to know
That their judgement was the best, the very holy one.
But no holiness or blessing could reach them!
Just this was not asked, just this was the only dispute!
We are those two innocent men today
And we will remember them for their special life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Confidently!
Accurate understanding,
Of the just and the unjust;
Acquaintances,
And, with the confidential act of your muse;
But, joy is is for the one who has peace.
Accusers,
To profane;
Confidently!
And, in a convenient moment;
But, i will call for you when i need you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Trust Issues
The accusers do what they have always done best!
Find someone to blame for their own mess.
Get others to agree to their false charges.
People find in time that they have been duped.
But then it becomes too late to make amends.
And this is how making fools of others begins.
And instead of getting offended,
People like this end up call themselves...
Either allies or friends.
With trust issues they pretend do not exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regret
Regret is the way we feel
when life starts getting us down.
We think of things we should have done
or things we should have said.
We regret not to have taken the time
to live our lives to the full
and realise our full potential.
We are always in such a rush
we rarely hear an infant cry.
To counter act these things
that all of us sometimes do
we fill ourselves with remorse and regret.
It is worse when time rushes by
and everything has gone,
it is then we examine our lives
to see what went wrong.
Therefore, as you read this through,
stop and take a minute or two.
To look around at your life
and look more closely at all the things
that are of real value to you,
your friends and family.
Then turn your life around
to spend more time with them.
Everything else will be there tomorrow,
but will your family and friends.
Appreciate them more
because life is short
and there is never
any real certainty there.
So stop now and examine
the real priorities in your life,
lest you live the rest of it
with remorse and regret.
(8 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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My Steps With Few Exceptions
For some reason,
I've enjoyed being accused...
For those things I did not do!
I guess knowing who it is I am,
Eventually exposes those accusers...
For the liars I know them to be!
And not a dropp of sweat,
Drips from a heated brow.
None from my face I will allow.
That kind of nonsense does not upset me!
I've had too many experiences,
To get me standing on my own two feet.
And my steps,
With few exceptions...
I make conscious efforts to ensure they are correct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Child on Top of a Greenhouse
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
poem by Theodore Roethke
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The Gates of Paradise
For the Sexes
Mutual Forgiveness of each Vice
Such are the Gates of Paradise
Against the Accusers chief desire
Who walkd among the Stones of Fire
Jehovahs Finger Wrote the Law
Then Wept: then rose in Zeal & Awe
And the Dead Corpse from Sinais heat
Buried beneath his Mercy Seat
O Christians Christians tell me Why
You rear it on your Altars high
poem by William Blake (1793)
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A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
A LIFE IS LIVED THE WAY IT IS LIVED
A life is lived the way it is lived
I did what I did
And made mistakes
Maybe most of it was a mistake
I don’t know.
I told myself always
The one thing I would never do
Is regret.
Regrets I don’t have
But the tone of regret now touches all I do
And some deep sadness says
‘I should not have failed so much.’
G-d who gave me this one life
And so much time
And so much opportunity
G-d who gave me my chance truly.
Can I blame You,
If I did not make it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mosquitoes Complained
One day a swarm of mosquitoes complained to God
“Lord God we must protest! ”
“What is it My Children? ”
“We want You to still the Wind”
“Why? ”
“Because the Wind scatters our swarm”
“Ah I See”…God summoned the Wind
Within moments Wind arrived
God Spoke, “Wind, the mosquitoes have brought suit”
Wind replied “Where are my accusers? ”
'Gone…lost within thee Wind'
So it is when Seekers dispute God’s Creation
ROTMS
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
poem by Ray Lucero
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About other people’s lives
About other people’s lives
Rizal the hero must have chewed cud
And found the grass bitter, or the mongo
Beans too hard for his taste. Perhaps he
Did not know the exact number of
His buttons when he walked towards
Luneta and face his accusers
And meet his death. Perhaps he did not
Like the light from his lamp when
He wrote a poem. I do not really know
More about his persona life.
Did he like cheese? Did he take a deep
Breath and spit on the dogs along
The road? He poured no tears
Onto the frying pan of this
Old country. They wrote a lot
After two or more centuries
And there were so many stories
Not really rumors but I thank
God I am no great hero.
No one writes about me
And I think I am more understood
In my own privacy.
I do not really mind about
Other people’s lives
I do not peep on my
Neighbor’s windows.
I move my own hip
And drive my own car
Slowly away from those
Crowd on the parking lots
Of the mall. I like to stay
On the side of an abandoned house
And just sit there for a while
For no reason at all.
Winds do not frisk trees I guess.
Hairs fell wherever they want.
I touch my own cheek
And bite my own lips.
God! I like it when I am here
And no one minds me.
And I mind no one too.
I like the bridge
Long enough for my
Hand to travel on my nose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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The Menace Of Mediation
Mediation is a monster when maliciously misused,
Devouring good but weak who are sadly confused.
If mediators have agendas or favor either side,
Their use in any negotiations must be disqualified.
In this maudlin world of misfits accusers often lie
To feather plaintiff pockets with what they can pry.
Truth never was their mantra and honesty a lost art.
Yet wins are easier aided by good but weak hearts.
When sacrificing truth to make risk “go away”
Risks will grow ever greater and society will pay
A higher price as evil becomes the alternative
As winning supplants right as the only way to live.
With just cause the strong will always state their case
Since squandering their chances will further deface
A legal maze where good but weak give up their say
Trying to avoid risk, but sadly aiding injustice today.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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So Much Life Longing For More Life
SO MUCH LIFE LONGING FOR MORE LIFE
So much life longing for more life
Wanting to live so much
To feel to experience to know to enjoy to love.
So much life
Others have lived
So much life
I would have lived.
And the life I have lived?
More than I can know or understand
So much of it gone forever.
And all the longing and all the memories
And all the love,
Where is it now?
I have lived so much
And never lived enough
And want to live too much more
And know I will never live enough
And know I have lived so much much more
Than I will ever know again.
Life and more life,
Longing and more longing,
Life- Please God-
Not Death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 12
One of the ullemma had been asked that, supposing one sits with a moon-faced beauty in a private apartment, the doors being closed, companions asleep, passion inflamed, and lust raging, as the Arab says, the date is ripe and its guardian not forbidding, whether he thought the power of abstinence would cause the man to remain in safety. He replied: ‘If he remains in safety from the moon-faced one, he will not remain safe from evil speakers.’
If a man escapes from his own bad lust
He will not escape from the bad suspicions of accusers.
It is proper to sit down to one’s own work
But it is impossible to bind the tongues of men.
Refuse!
i refuse
to accept the lie
anymore!
i know, beyond a doubt,
that all people are equal,
regardless of color, gender,
religion, financial status, or
political beliefs!
i refuse to believe
that i am all right,
when someone else
is hungry, homeless, or hurting.
i refuse to believe
that i am not responsible,
for i am most responsible
when i turn away!
i refuse to believe
that one person's success
can come at the expense of another!
i refuse to settle!
i choose life, and life means living...
involved!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bad Side Of The Moon
(bernie taupin/elton john)
Published by songs of polygram international - bmi
Seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
It seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
There aint no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life Goes On
Life goes on with or with out you,
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a bird to fly away from this mess,
When we all die life goes on its like a cycle you can not break,
Life is a precious gift of them all some treasures it and some abuse it,
Some live life to the fullest,
Some commit suicide,
Some die to drunk driving,
There is all kinds of way to die,
When we die our soul lives on,
Life is something we all need to treasure cause you’ll never know when your life ends,
Always remember to treasure your life and always live your life to the fullest and treasure your friends and loved ones.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Character of a Happy Life
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepar'd for death
Untied unto the world with care
Of princes' grace or vulgar breath;
Who envies none whom chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
The deepest wounds are given by praise,
By rule of state, but not of good;
Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruins make accusers great;
Who God doth late and early pray,
More of his grace than goods to send,
And entertains the harmless day
With a well-chosen book or friend.
This man is free from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
poem by Henry Wotton
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Regrets
I have done things wrong,
I will never forget.
But I cannot live,
A life of regret.
I am not a bad person.
But I have done bad things.
When a guitar gets broken,
You can change it's strings.
Life can be a song.
You can choose to dance.
Or you can sit in a corner.
And not take a chance.
It can be an adventure.
It can just be mundane.
You can dress it all up.
Or just leave it plain.
You can live for the moment.
You can live in the past.
You can live for tomorrow.
Or all you've amassed.
You can live for it's gifts.
You can live for it's treasures.
You can live for it's pain.
Or live for it's pleasures.
You can live it for Jesus.
Or live it for you.
You can live it for everyone.
Or just for a few.
And when it all,
Comes to an end.
Will you feel it's been true?
Or just been pretend.
Will you feel like you gave it,
Gave it your best.
Or did just what you had to.
Like all of the rest.
Did you make a difference?
Or did you blend in.
Did you look forward to where you were going?
Or stuck where you'd been?
Did you take life by the horns?
Or did it take you?
When things got real tough?
Just what did you do?
Did you sit in a corner?
Did you mope, did you cry?
Did you simply give up?
Did part of you die?
Did you fight the good fight?
Did you give it your best?
Did you go through your journey?
And complete your quest.
So live for the moment.
And never forget.
Don't let life shape you.
By what you regret.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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