Unending Arguments
The worse thing someone can do
To anyone believed to be close.
Is to pretend to approve,
Of all things they've done you help host.
To agree with things they say,
As if it is okay.
When you know in your heart...
They are wrong from the start.
If a friendship like this,
Continues as it does.
An honesty wished,
Will never between them exist.
That's why it is important,
Never to dismiss...
A disrespect of an integrity one holds,
That brings with it unending arguments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The important things are children, honesty, integrity and faith.
quote by Andy Williams
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My Father Loves to Push Buttons
It took me a while to obey,
The will of My Father.
I wanted to have 'things'
I could touch and show.
And I was teased.
I was 'allowed' to have a few of these...
Before they were taken away.
They had to go.
I was not doing what My Father wished.
And obstacles placed on my path,
Became harder to dismiss.
I was spoiled,
And My Father knew this.
And He wanted to teach me.
And I refused to listen.
I am glad those times are gone.
I have since moved on.
With heartbreak and sorrows mending.
And I know God has to have a sense of humor!
Some of the things I had said to Him,
Were not pleasant at all.
In fact they were nasty!
But now...today,
We are extremely close.
He knows what I have been through.
And I know He is and has been always there,
For me.
And now when I hear someone,
Talking to My Father in disrespect...
I don't like it!
But...
I don't know what they are going through either.
I ask God to cut them some slack!
And I can hear Him laughing.
My Father loves to push buttons!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Headache Makers
Why is it that headache makers,
Are the first to participate in the generating...
Of annoyances wished to inflict,
And knowing this?
Uncomfortable with social etiquette,
Headache makers have their own priority list.
And it is studied to make sure,
Those in their presence know they exist!
Number 1...Be the center of attention.
Number 2...Name dropp and embellish.
Number 3...Speak loudly and laugh at own jokes told.
Number 4...Disrespect with opinions not solicited.
Number 5...Create nicknames to call others when socializing.
Number 6...Pry and be a nuisance.
Number 7...Tell everyone present what is wrong with 'them'.
Number 8...Interrupt and interfere with other conversations.
Number 9...Suggest to host and/or hostess what needs to be done.
Number 10..Pretend to be something that one isn't.
Why is it that headache makers,
Are the first to participate in the generating...
Of annoyances wished to inflict,
And knowing this?
As they wonder why,
Very few people wish...
To be in their presence again,
Consciously!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gotta Get Her (Outta My Head)
Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do
Just won't let me get over you
Gotta get her out of my head
Gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do
Won't let me get over you
I think back on all the love we shared
Ain't it sad to see it all disappeared
When I don't even know where we went wrong
But my heart beats strong
And I know that you been away too long
But you know that I'm not the type of guy
To just sit around and let time pass me by
Got to get on out for a while
And just do my thing
But every time I get up
It seems I end up right back in love
Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do
Just won't let me get over you
I pretend that I'm not breaking down
I tried to hide the hurt whenever you come around
But it's plain to see that I need your love
So baby if you stayed another day
It wouldn't be too long
Everywhere I go at the end of every show
I press rewind to me and you
And the things we used to do
song performed by by Donell Jones from Life Goes On
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Mutual respect for friend Chandra.
Does God exist or does he not.
We cannot prove it either way.
Though arguments wax strong and hot.
What does it matter anyway.
If you have faith and you believe
Perhaps that makes it true for you
If I lack faith and can’t perceive
things in the same way that you do.
That does not mean that you are right
nor does it mean that I am wrong.
Although our views are opposite
It’s possible to get along.
We can agree to disagree.
There’s no need for disharmony.
Sunday,24 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Great Start
vs.1 When there's a time in your life
And you just keep fallin' down.
Think about fixing things
And get up off the ground.
Try to fix the problems
But never get stuck in a knot.
'Cause bad things won't happen
If you give it all you've got.
(chorus)
Sometimes when things are goin' tough
And you think its bad enough
But then things get even worse
After every obstacle course
So you have to pick yourself up
And always trust your heart.
It'll be a great start.
vs.2 When something's goin' wrong
And you don't know what to do.
Find someone you know and see
If they can help you.
If you really need someone's help,
And you hate to admit it,
Don't you become someone
Who loses it.
(chorus)
vs.3 When you're really upset,
Don't think that it was you
Who caused all the mess,
Just figure out what to do.
If you have to talk to someone about what's goin' on,
Don't you hesitate to ask how they get along!
(chorus) x 2
Yeah, it'll be a great start!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Center of Golden Trinkets
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
No one can fake an ownership that does not exist.
The consciousness of the Earth will not permit it!
A divineness given has made some minds sick...
With a wicked self centeredness that is going to be punished.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
It stay and wanted to share resources.
Forces proceeded to addict a mindset to things.
Increasing the need to fill empty spaces with waste.
And the luxury of bad taste.
With the acceptance of disrespect.
As well as a lack of discipline...
And that which is connected.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
In fact...
Any who had any of that left,
Wept!
And helplessly stood by to watch their country bleed.
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
But others too impatient to wait for God's command...
Believed they only had to steal to find themselves the chosen.
To find themselves the center of golden trinkets to adorn,
And distract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
quote by Stephen King
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April chose me
April chose me
for my awakening
and although
where I live
it’s not set in spring,
there’s truth
that my April autumn brings
when every thing
starts to strip bare
without covering
and beyond the smiles
beyond glittering eyes
something much deeper lies
and I will any day
have love,
take truth, honesty
integrity and friendship,
than to act as though
all of the above
doesn’t matter at all
and wealth is
the only goal.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Needy Independentness
I desire to be called many things,
For several reasons.
I too have needs unlike most.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Unwanted.
Yet they cling.
With a needy independentness.
I desire to be called many things,
For several reasons.
Some may say I invite,
The practice of dysfunctions.
And I must admit,
I do.
I want to understand the 'why' of them.
Not pretend they don't exist.
Although they make a constant appearance.
And not a word has to be heard from anyone...
Familiar with the lengths of these 'visits'.
I want to know the reason people can't let them go.
But then again...
I am addicted to nicotine.
Telling myself I am not hooked,
After more than 50yrs of saying 'cigs' are my best friends.
I desire to be called many things,
With a needy independentness.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Introducing them myself...
With a needy independentness.
I want to understand the 'why' of them.
With a needy independentness.
I just can't seem to put to rest.
And getting rest is the best thing yet.
But then again...
I am addicted to nicotine.
Telling myself I am not hooked.
For several reasons.
I too have needs unlike most.
I too am the host of my own fears,
Unwanted.
Yet they cling.
With a needy independentness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That is 'My' Child
You think...
Just because you've got a job,
You can mope around your home...
As if you were paid to be a slob?
Not true.
Contribute 'something' useful,
To prove.
You wont was a dish.
Or use a broom to sweep.
Or mop a floor to keep it clean.
But you make excuses,
To hip-hop, rap and body bop.
As if to exist to do this...
Is enough to show you are on the scene.
I wish that I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish I were your daddy!
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.
Oh how I WISH,
I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish with me you 'would' ball your fist.
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.
'Excuse me!
That is 'my' child.
And I do all the discipling here.
You and I are just dating.
And let me make that perfectly clear.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finding Solace
We all have troubled times
when days are full of woe
we need to find solace
but we don't know where to go.
So we look for it in drink
but that can make things worse
some even end up in hospital
looked after by a nurse.
Others find comfort with food
but too much can make you overweight
they say I'll cut back soon
but by then it can be far too late.
A lot look for comfort with Cigarettes
saying it brings solace to their need
but then they can become addicted
to the dangerous dreaded weed.
Many go searching for religion
hoping to find peace along the way
but as soon as things start to go wrong
they give up and don't bother to even pray.
So where can we find comfort and solace?
it's a lot harder to obtain than you think
if it's not in food, drugs, or the church,
and not in Tobacco and the demon drink.
What about if it doesn't even exist?
and solace can't be found anywhere,
we may discover it's all in the mind
and you won't find it as it's not even there!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Just Pretend
(words & music by flett - fletcher)
Just pretend, Im holding you
And whispering things soft and low
And think of me, how its gonna be,
Just pretend I didnt go
When I walked away, I heard you say
If you need me, you know what to do
I knew it then, Id be back again
Just pretend Im right there with you
And Ill come flying to you, oh yes
All the crying is true
Oh, I will hold you and love you again
But until then, well just pretend
Oh, its funny but I cant recall the things
We said or why youre crying
But now I know it was wrong to go
I belong here by your side
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A thing continues to exist as long as is usual with things of that nature.
in California Civil Code (Maxims of Jurisprudence)
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Hurt
I wished things were different, truth be told they're not,
It hurts to know I have nothing even though I've given you all that I got.
Hurt and at an all time low,
Don't know if I should stay or if I should go.
An apology would have been well appreciated,
Didn't get any so now I am feeling ill treated.
I know what I have to do...
Leave...
Save ourselves from these unwanted miseries.
Don't know what's next for tomorrow,
One thing for sure is endless sorrow.
I hate the way things have ended,
Now I have to look for the pieces of my heart so they can be mended.
I am not going to pretend,
My love for him would never end.
So even though I have lost love, I have gained a Best Friend
poem by Anita Khelawan
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Heart Wants What It Wants
You say one thing and there I go turning around again
Working things over better left unsaid
Spinning around in my head
Talking a moment
Too personally
I have told you just half the words
I've wanted to give you
Fear of rejection keeps my heart at bay
Feelings I'd rather not say
I'd rather have you close
Than never at all
But every now and then
When my world is closing in
I feel you breezin' through my mind
I can attempt to close my eyes
I can avoid the wrong or right
But something deep inside
Says my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
You know the heart wants what it wants
You do one thing and
Then I go
Always imagining
Reciprocating feelings that aren't there
Sometimes I think you're aware
Your body languge it gives you away
Maybe I should run
Turn my back
Head for the sun
Feelings left to come undone
Maybe you like what's goin' on
Deep down inside I know it's wrong
I know I should run
But the heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
You know the heart wants what it wants
It's not even a love affair
I'm makin' plans with the ghost of what was there
I've become a desperate fool
And it's all because of you
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
You know the heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing baby
Because the heart wants
What the heart needs
Can the heart get
What the heart wants
song performed by by Darren Hayes from Spin
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How Many Women Are Out There?
How many women are out there,
That are looking for a man?
That would fight for what he believes in,
And would do whatever he can.
How many women are out there,
That wish that they could find?
A man that looks at future.
Not the things that are left behind.
How many women are out there,
That seek a man who's true?
When the situation arises,
It's the right thing he will do.
How many women are out there,
Looking for a man with determined heart?
To change the things he needs to change,
To make a brand new start.
How many women are out there,
That are looking for a friend?
One that would always be there for you.
On him you could depend.
How many women are out there,
That are looking for a lover?
To hold you hand when you walk around,
And hold your heart under the covers.
How many women are out there,
Think this man does not exist?
A figment of your imagination.
Is it one you can't resist?
How many women are out there,
That this is your desire?
This is the man you're seeking.
The one who'll light your fire.
How many women are out there,
They think that this man could be?
I'll let you know he does exist.
That man is simply me.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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At Least Pretend We Are Aware
Aching to close the shutters.
The view outside holds less surprises.
Although the Sun is shining bright...
The faces reflect,
A lost appetite for joy!
They seem to have no cheer on them...
Without the appearance of new 'things'
Near!
Or something quick...
To surround themselves to begin,
Then set aside and forget!
And it has not been made clear,
To them at all.
It was never what they had,
But who they were with it.
And without those 'things'...
Isn't the Sun still going to shine?
If 'it' did not...
We would also stop existing!
I 'think' there is 'something' far greater,
We should be thankful for!
Or at least 'pretend' we are aware of IT!
Since I 'sense' IT feels ignored!
AND...
IT has the power to close 'all' doors,
Permanently!
Like giving 'that' a forever status!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unarmed Combat
In due course of course you will all be issued with
Your proper issue; but until tomorrow,
You can hardly be said to need it; and until that time,
We shall have unarmed combat. I shall teach you.
The various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Which you may sometimes meet.
And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Do not depend on any sort of weapon,
But only on what I might coin a phrase and call
The ever-important question of human balance,
And the ever-important need to be in a strong
Position at the start.
There are many kinds of weakness about the body,
Where you would least expect, like the ball of the foot.
But the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Will always come in useful. And never be frightened
To tackle from behind: it may not be clean to do so,
But this global war.
So give them all you have, and always give them
As good as you get; it will always get you somewhere.
(You may not know it, but you can tie a Jerry
Up without rope; it is one of the things I shall teach.)
Nothing will matter if only you are ready for him.
The readiness is all.
The readiness is all. How can I help but feel
I have been here before? But somehow then,
I was the tied-up one. How to get out
Was always then my problem. And even if I had
A piece of rope I was always the sort of person
Who threw rope aside.
And in my time I had given them all I had,
Which was never as good as I got, and it got me nowhere.
And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Somehow or other I always seemed to put
In the wrong place. And, as for war, my wars
Were global from the start.
Perhaps I was never in a strong position.
Or the ball of my foot got hurt, or I had some weakness
Where I had least expected. But I think I see your point.
While awaiting a proper issue, we must learn the lesson
Of the ever-important question of human balance.
It is courage that counts.
Things may be the same again; and we must fight
Not in the hope of winning but rather of keeping
Something alive: so that when we meet our end,
It may be said that we tackled wherever we could,
That battle-fit we lived, and though defeated,
Not without glory fought.
poem by Henry Reed
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