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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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Tell Me Why...

Why do people fight?
Why can’t they just unite?
Why is the world a mess?
Why can’t people confess?
Why are people faultily tough?
When they pretend to be friends but intend to bluff
Why is the world on a string and ready to fire up?
When you know that it’s drinking each step through every sup
Why can’t the world be single flagged?
Instead of its occupation like a being plagued
Why can’t our people assist and be kind?
Why is the call for equality amongst humans hard to find?
When people unite and hinder the fall
People can reside together, in which in every state
There is no country too great
And no nation too small.

poem by Marria Attar
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Bed

My little darling it's a crying shame
The way that you lead me on
And I've got nobody but myself to blame
Cause I've always just played along

Well show me a body that gets no love
And I'll show you a body that's way messed up
Well it seems like you're aware of the effect you have on my head

If you feel like I'm asking you for too much
We can keep in touch
And I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed

My little darling I'm a tangled mess
When you tease me the way you do
and what it would be like I can only guess
If you'd please me like I wanna please you

Well show me a friendship that's pure and chaste
And I'll show you and engine that's dying to race
Well the time has come for me to find
Another way to get my soul fed

I know we could be the sweetest friends
But if that's where it ends
Then I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed

Well the time has come for me
To take care of myself instead
You know if we remain
On a spiritual plane I will go insane
Don't make me find someone else to bed
Bed
Find someone
Find someone else to bed

song performed by by Semisonic from All About Chemistry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Why Friends?

Why Friends?
They say friends should be few but good.
I say friendship is better than brotherhood.
We used to see them too often at school.
They used to make us happy and cool.
We used to play together a lot of times,
And we would sing our childish rhymes.
We would also stand together or fall.
They were the first people to recall.
We grew up to be men or women,
But inside, these memories are hidden.
Every time we need someone to talk to,
We find them there for us and give help, too.
They say a friend to all is false to all,
I agree and stick to this golden rule.
We can be friends to one, two or three,
But more than this we can't be free.
Yet we can be friendly to everyone,
But not friends with everyone.
Friendly is to give people a fair deal,
But friends means to love and feel.
To give and take as much as you can,
To put them before us if we can.
True friends are a real treasure,
Whose value goes beyond measure.
But remember to decrease their number,
Or else they put you in real danger.

24/4/2009

poem by Omar Jabak
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Makin Monsters For My Friends

Everybody said so man you could see it on t.v.
They stood there ashamed with nowhere to go
Nobody wants them now the kids are alright
Every day is a holiday and pushin people around
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Someone caught one I could see so myself
I had to call 254 so they wouldnt blame me
We wanted to know how much trouble there was
When we asked our daddy he said its just because
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
I dont wanna open a can of worms and I dont want any spagetti-os
And I could always tell when someone is holding a grudge
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends
Im making monsters for my friends

song performed by by Ramones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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People Love To Intimidate

People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
Those people will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those who choose themselves to defend.

People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
Those same people will pretend,
They don't know what is going on!
To then become offended,
By the ones who choose themselves to defend.
And....
The fighting never ends,
No!

People will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those they thought were weakened
And....
The fighting will not cease.

People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And, people love to instigate,
A conflict that goes wrong.
Then...
People will pretend they don't know,
What is going on!
To then become offended,
By those who choose themselves to defend.

People love to intimidate,
Those they believe not strong.
And...
People love to intimidate,
Even though they've been so wrong.
And...
People love to intimidate,
From night until the dawn.
And...
Then pretend with innocence,
How they've been the victims all along!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Makin' Monsters For My Friends

Everybody said so man you could see it on T.V.
They stood there ashamed with nowhere to go
Nobody wants them now the kids are all right
Every day is a holiday and pushin' people around

I'm making monsters for my friends
I'm making monsters for my friends

Someone caught one I could see so myself
I had to call 254 so they wouldn't blame me
We wanted to know now how much trouble there was
When we asked our daddy he said it's just because

I'm making monsters for my friends
I'm making monsters for my friends

I don't wanna open a can of worms and
I don't want any Spagetti-O's
And I could always tell when
someone is holding a grudge

I'm making monsters for my friends (4x)

song performed by by Ramones from Adios Amigos
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Trust Trust

Trust trust many have found
Trust trust no where around
Trust trust is what many say
Trust trust here i lay
Trust trust in my ear
Trust trust i cant find you my dear

Trust trust is hard to find
Trust trust are you apart of mankind
Trust trust im calling to you
Trust trust please give me a clue
Trust trust i need my love
Trust trust she came from up above

Trust trust what do i do
Trust trust do i believe my boo
Trust trust am i right
Trust trust please show me the light
Trust trust your driving me crazy
Trust trust your just to hazy

Trust trust i will find you
Trust trust i will never find anew
Trust trust help me out
Trust trust cause with this love i dont want to wipeout
Trust trust sarah's is my heart
Trust trust she's a beauty of art

poem by Cody Fortner
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People Say...

People say I'm lazy, but to me I'm just mellow
People say I'm crazy, sometimes I agree
People say I'm ugly and maybe thats the case
But since when do you judge someone by the shape or colour of their face
People say a lot of things but i don't listen anyway.

People say I'm a scruff, the way i dress is the way i feel
People say I talk crap, who cares it makes sense to me
People say i should get a job, but i couldn't hold one down
People say I'm a mess. Now i do agree there
But I am who I am.

poem by Mark Hopwood
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Smelling For Decades

Don't you find it ironic,
That those who laughed...
At the efforts made by others,
Are today those very same people...
Who have flushed themselves down toilets.
And now complain and place the blame,
On the ones cleaning up the mess...
Those who laughed but now in tears,
Have created.

'I don't find that to be ironic.
I find that to be a wish! '

A wish?

'Yes.
Think about it.
If the only thing you knew and was taught,
Is to flush yourself down the toilet...
Wouldn't you be suspicious,
Of someone committed as if devoted...
To a cleaning up behind you?
And with a doing done to ignore your laughter?
Looking at it from their perspective...
I would think those choosing to do that as fools too! '

I hadn't thought of it like that!

'You should.
This atmosphere has been smelling for decades.
And those accustomed to it...
Well,
That stench is all they have known.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bends

Youve got to see me in the cold light of day
You gotta see me as I am but thats the only way
But its often the way when you try to make amends
Come up too fast and youre sure to get the bends
It never ends
Ive been diving, deeper than you think
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink
The long wave return makes it harder to be friends
Come up too fast and youre sure to get the bends
Oh nobody knows, nobody knows
Why were chained to our first impression
Oh nobody knows, nobody knows
How were changed by decompression
Look at the crazy people heading for the bay
(youre telling me Im crazy)
Its a drop in the ocean but were growing by the day
The long wave returns and its hard to comprehend
(you realy do amaze me)
Come up too fast and youll be sure to get the bends
Oh nobody knows, nobody knows
Why were chained to our first impression
Oh nobody knows, nobody knows
How were changed by decompression
Look at the crazy people
All heading for the bay
Some keeping it together
Some falling by the way
Way down below the surface
Its easy to pretend
Gotta get up off the seabed
Its time to make amends
People like a river
Flowing to the sea
Making a stand to deliver
A new philosophy
No need to be defensive
When theres nothing to defend
Better make it last, come up too fast
And youre sure to get the bends
It never ends

song performed by by Level 42
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Want To Be Me

when people turn and ask
'who are you'
all I say is 'I'm me,
I'm who I chose to be'

I'm not normal
I'm just me
I live and learn
I also make mistakes

I'm a mystery
to figure out
when you do though
let me know

I need to keep
searching for the girl
the little one
that I used to know

she was sweet
she was kind
but no looking back
who am I

I've fallen so much
I've learned not to trust
I've learned not to hide
but where do I stand

by the time I'm old enough
to figure this all out
it might be to late
I might've mist my chance

I don't know
who I am
all I know is
who I want to be

I want to stand out
I want to be me
I want to be a leader
I don't want to hide

I know now
that I need to find
my guiding star
then find the path

to be me
what does it mean
to be who I want
or to be who I am

I know that
all of my dreams
don't stretch too far
but far enough to hardly see

when will I find her
the one I'm looking for
the one with the dreams
the one I call me?

poem by Katherine Bryce
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You cant find love trust me

You cant find love trust me, with a hookers head buried in your lap.
I cant be bought for five dollars, and viewed behind plexiglass.
impossible to achive, when she is easy.

You cant find love trust me, in three bags of chips in front of a tv.
hard to accomplish, when a shower is tabboo.
impossible when so called freinds, are anything but.

You cant find love trust me, when your all alone.
busted leg in three places for six months.
nobody calls, nobody comes, nobody cares.

You cant find love trust me, when left in the back seat of a burning car.
two up front gone, engine a flame.
they watch as you struggle with a stuck front seat

You cant find love trust me, when its vengence
seduced, captured, four kids
was not going to be her easy way out

You cant find love trust me, when you pass out
whole left side paralized, people laughing
shoulder shrug, call 911

You cant find love trust me, when you see your mom not doing dad
yelled at for coming home early
then probed about what you saw

You cant find love trust me, In the ninth at belmont
whole check just about gone, just got payed
skipped work to feel like a complete shit

You cant find love trust me, with no freinds
only puzzles, models, video games
some teen years, yea right real fun

You cant find love trust me, when you really love her
tell her so, but she does not love you back
that hurt, oh my god that really hurt.

You cant find love trust me, sleeping married life alone
snore so what, confined to other room, a deal breaker
Being single in a marriage you try it.

You cant find love trust me, when you dont love yourself
people help oh yes they do, but you got to love you
with out it?

YOU CANT FIND LOVE TRUST ME

poem by Vincent Armone
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Theres Times When I think

There are time when
I think that maybe if
I opened up more to people
And was more sociable

Then maybe people
Might actually like me
And I would have alot more friends

People can extremely judgemental
And when you don't give them much
To go off of they can greatly misjudge you
It's no flaw on anyones part
It's just human nature

I would like to get
To know more people
And make more friends
But the possibility that they
Actually won't like me still exist
And I'm scared by it too much

I'm overly critical of myself
And I think I have a million character flaws
And I'm not that interesting

And I expect people to see me the same way
Even though people almost never see me
The way i see myself

poem by Beth Ann
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Some Are So Creative

When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.

Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.

And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Means To Escape From Being Held Accountable

If the only thing you can produce,
Is an appearance at social functions.
And you find yourself there,
With others equally just as productive?
Know this...
Others you deem to be anti-social,
And not taking in these scenes...
Just 'may' be making attempts,
To use their minds...
Exploring other avenues.

And,
Making a better use of their time...
Trying to expand upon their consciousness.
With wishes not to always seek to be entertained.
Or search for a means,
To escape from being held accountable.
Allowing 'their' irresponsibilities...
To be place upon someone else's shoulders.
With complaints...
About what it is done they do!

And very few today,
Find the need to reflect upon those issues,
Respectfully.
Or...
To be important.

And in some circles,
They would call this behavior...
Immaturity!

And in others?
A need for people to have a good time.
But...
Everyday of every week?
And around a nonstopping clock?
To party until they drop?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Boring

(tennant/lowe)
---------------
I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
Dress in white one said, with quotations
From someones wife, a famous writer
In the nineteen-twenties
When youre young you find inspiration
In anyone whos ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said: we were never feeling bored
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: if youre not careful
Youll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
Id bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
Youd be sitting somewhere here with me
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
And we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rise

Touch my hand
Does it feel strange to you
Somehow I'd like to know
If you're my friend
Why'd you stay inside your shell
Take a look outside yourself

Just tell me what you see
Does it still look like me
Can't find a way to rise again

Find the shade
Flood it with your golden eyes
Before it turns you blind
Not too late
Try to make amends inside
Try to open up your mind

My body hits the dirt
Too late to find a cure
Can't find a way to rise again

Jesus help me
I'm falling

song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Many Times Have You Asked Yourself

Finally...
You reach home.
Believing you are sheltered.
And will get deserving rest!
Then suddenly the phone rings.
To leave you wondering,
If the caller is someone you should address.

And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!

You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!

How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.

How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!

Relax?
You can't!
A tension is enhanced.
The phone keeps ringing to erase the chance.
And...

How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.

And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!

You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.

How many times,
Have you asked yourself...
How many times,
You've asked yourself....
How many times have you done this and did nothing else?
To be there to please somebody else...
And not yourself!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Broke Their 'Image' Rule!

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people you baited,
Decided...
They wanted to see,
That side that fights.

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people rated,
You much too light!
And they decided,
Amongst themselves to fight!

Whatever that was you had eroded...
Those warm shoulders to freeze cold.
Whatever that was you showed them, molded.
And corroded your bold hold.

You've been demoted,
To a warting toad.
Now the people want you scolded...
For what they chose you sold!

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people you baited,
Decided...
They wanted to see,
That side that fights.

Now...
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.

Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.

Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
Now...
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.
You broke their 'image' rule!
And for them that is not cool...
At all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Up And Get Things Done

If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.

If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.

And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!

And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.

And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.

Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!

Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!

If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.

If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.

Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!

Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!

And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!

That choice wont become my habit.

People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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