Used Against You
It has to be traumatic,
To have a comfort stripped from you.
To have someone forcibly take reality...
And turn your world into a living hell.
It has to be daunting,
To have someone else take your resources,
And do what they choose with them.
Creating friction between your family...
And perhaps,
Long acquired friends.
It has to be emotionally devastating,
To know everything you have or had...
No longer is in your possession.
It has to be...
Not as severe as what has happened,
To my ancestors.
At least you were not sold like a slave.
Just treated like one.
Like an animal used to do someone else's 'bidding'.
Used to make someone else's life more comfortable.
Fooled.
As deceit...
Was and 'still' is,
Used against you!
Remember using the 'N' word with abandonment?
Tossed between you and your business associates...
As parting gifts to those you abused.
For sport and fun!
Like you secretly have done.
And you privately still do.
These days for you...
Have to be quite eye opening!
As drenching awareness pours upon your consciousness...
With every dropp of it,
Straining to maintain pretensions.
And squeezing a draining brain to find fresh antics,
With less financial support to recover lost dignities.
This 'has' to be...
Something you had not planned,
But must endure!
Hopefully it will not take over four hundred years.
That's a long time to be subjected to another's bondage...
For purposes to feed their greed,
And keep their riches harvested.
But then again...
You are not left without a few skills you've mastered.
These transitions do come in cycles,
You know?
Keep the faith!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Do I Do
what do i do- when i'm old and gray
and the years have just slipped away.
what do i do- when i can no longer see
and no one around to comfort me.
what do i do- when friends and family have died.
and there are no more tears to cry.
what do i do- when i can no longer walk.
and no one around, with whom to talk.
what do i do- when i can't collect
all the money i've lent
and my life savings i've just spent.
WHAT DO I DO? i turn to the one
who has always been there
and my problems with who i could share.
i turn to the one who has never forsaken me.
and has made my heart fly free.
i turn to my GOD up above
who is my heart, my soul, my love.
he'll be there when i can no longer see
and his words will comfort me.
he'll be there when i can no longer walk
on that i'm sure he will not balk
he'll be there through my financial strife
and turn everything around in my life.
he is there every step of the way
and on this path- he will not stray.
poem by Louis Rams
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Family First
Friends may come and friends may go
Family is first and this I know
Putting friends first is a mistake
And not one that you should make
Family’s forever and this I know
Friends enter your life and then they go
Making friends is fun trust me with this
But not something you would miss
Love your family while they are here
Keep their love very near
Family can leave the world at any time
So don’t make yourself feel like slime
Family is here to comfort you
I know your friends do this too
Without your family you would be lost
Hold on to them no matter the cost
poem by Bonnie B Long
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fugitives
Of course there are those,
Who oppose sweeping changes.
Many of them accustomed,
To maintaining a snob appeal.
With a stunning realization,
Their tactics to hide flaws and character degradations...
Behind insecurities they decided,
Would be best to divide...
Those in groups,
They duped to choose to demoralize.
Has them on the run.
And not for sport or fun to be done.
Now the experience of the clearing of the field...
Yields their debris.
And produces screams...
'Where is the justice?
Where is 'our' democracy? '
ATTENTION. ATTENTION!
Now hear this...
~On the field of your endeavors!
That's where the yielding exposes your deeds.
And 'rights' to exploit without insight.
Your democracy has been sold, '
To those overseas.~
Of course there are those,
Who enjoyed being 'they' and 'them'.
And to be subjected,
To effective disrespect...
Without definite identities.
Pleasing many of them,
To just lay low as victims.
In minority blends,
And considered non-entities.
A status that leaves many quite pleased.
That declaration keeps them hidden,
From accountability.
With fears their incompetence,
Would someday have a visibility.
And accusations shared,
Would no longer be a necessity.
As an openness,
Would set them free.
A freedom not before conceived.
*We are now free?
Why? *
And divisions between those of pretensions,
And those oppressed by deceitful deeds.
Eventually becomes more apparent,
As to who has been enslaved.
By lifestyles generated in dishonesty.
And who accepted scaps,
As a shallowing done...
While feasting on superficial greed.
Of course there are those,
Who oppose sweeping changes.
Of course there are those,
Who enjoyed being 'they' and 'them.
Now all affected have been left,
With addictions that transfixed.
In traumatic depression.
And a fear of reality,
That attacks their fantasies.
Fantasies fed.
And...
In their minds sit fixed!
All affected have been left.
In traumatic depression.
And fears of reality.
As fantasies kept deluded,
Refuses truth...
In the mix.
Standards and values are being attacked.
As they sit fixed in minds denying...
They are suspects.
And they are...
Fugitives left clue and witless.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Parting Of Our Ways
Where has it gone?
The love we shared?
The love I live for is no longer there
If God only planned it to last all our days
There never would have been a parting of our ways
Love was so bright, then you went away
My days were sunny; now they are gray
If God only planned it to last all our days
There never would have been a parting of our ways
I hope and pray that hell return to me
Forever since hes been gone, Ive been in misery
I hope someday hell come up to my door,
Saying hes sorry hell leave no more
My love is gone now; it didnt last
Who was my future now is my past
If God only planned it to last all our days
There never would have been,
Never would have been now,
Never would have been a parting of our ways
song performed by by Carpenters
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Unmistakable Certainty
Those who have decided,
To annoint themselves 'The Chosen People'
With a dictation of policy for humanity to follow...
Must not be getting any sleep these days.
Since their hypocriticisms,
Are creating nose bleeds all over the place...
From the fast opening of once closed tight,
Closeted doors...
Those self righteous hid behind.
And they are finding themselves on foreign shores,
Assisting in the spreading of more of their havoc.
And those of other cultures and beliefs,
Are showing with unmistakable certainty...
They've have had it with philosophies,
Deceived with racist bigotries.
With a wish their 'interests' would disappear,
From their lands with purposes to pillage their resources.
Clever disceptions are no longer embraced to feed exclusive greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Your Business YOUR Business
Here's a word of advice,
For anyone wishing...
To keep their relationship,
Fresh and private.
And away from gossiped lips.
Keep,
Your business...
YOUR business.
And noses of 'friends',
Away from your door.
That goes for family too!
If you want your relationship,
To last as long...
As the two of you,
Want it to!
Keep,
Your business...
YOUR business.
And you and YOUR business,
Will find much success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember To Smile
Remember to smile
No matter what
There’s always a reason
To just smile
Can be so harsh
And last so long
The thunder is almost always
Severe and devastating
The winds may almost
Knock you over
The rain that pours
Seems to soak everything
But remember to smile
No matter what
There’s always that reason
If there be only one
The shining sun
Can be seen almost everywhere
A family that loves
Friends that care
A paying job
A place to sleep
Even the breath that fills
The lungs within your chest
So please, please
Remember to smile
No matter what
Enjoy and relish
In the blessings
That surround you
Each and every day
poem by Chantelle Nixon
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Two Souls
Whatever happened to the value of our love
Ive seen you change
Ive seen it coming slowly, these changes
Youre not the same
Its not too late to start over
Its not too late to turn around
What are the things important to you?
Cant be the money
Well I got news for you
Two souls (should be two souls together)
Two souls (in the life that we planned)
But youre working obsession is squeezing me
Out of your world
Id rather live in a dolls house in a small street
Where it always rains
You kid yourself youre working all for me
But older kids play with bigger trains
Its not too late to start over
Its not too late to turn round
Its like we live in separate worlds
Cant buy the lost time
I want my share of you
I want my share of you
Two souls (should be two souls together)
Two souls (in the life that we planned)
But youre working obsession is squeezing me
Out of your world
Cant buy the lost time
I want my share of you
I want my share of you
Two souls (should be two souls together)
Two souls (in the life that we planned)
Out of your world
song performed by by Howard Jones
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The Virgin Man
My Love,
Today when you told me
That “something”
Happened to you
As I sat close to you
Whenever you were there
With me
And I with You.
Trust Me –
I don’t even remember
On how many such occasions
That “something” happened to you
When and where…
What day, and what place.
Yet I do remember
That very lovely smile
On your handsome face
Those twinkling eyes of yours
And the way you used to
Scribble your head
With those seductive
Fingers of yours…
Setting your hair straight
Combing your fingers through
And my Love,
Today when you confessed
About those “very difficult” times
When you felt it so hard
To stop yourself
From falling all over me…
I felt wonderful!
Being desired by you
For I’ve always desired you
Psychologically, emotionally
And physically -
Like a woman would desire
The man of her life
To whom she wants to be a
Life-long wife.
Once and for all,
If we could turn the clock back
And those moments of desire
Would come to us again
I wish you were not so
Hesitant
And neither was I
So very coy.
I wish you could come
Falling for me…
Seeking me
With love and passion.
And I would have had
Demurely, Blushingly
Yet so very truly
Given in to you
With my true emotions
That are still
Very much there...
For you, and you and you
After all these years
Of living in separation.
Call it the Game of Time
Or Destiny
May be a lot to do
With God’s Decree.
That when I felt for you
And You felt for me
I kept quite and
So did you.
If that one last time
Whenever it was -
Out of all the times
You had desired me
When I sat next to you
Talking all and sundry.
That one very moment
You could have let it out
And I could have had
The Guts
To say it all out -
How very much
I truly loved you
Deeply desired you
And even do
Till this very day.
That one moment in time
Ripe in passion and in love
Would have changed
Our destinies forever…
And I would have asked you
To marry me, to make me yours
I would have faced the world for you
If only you would have been mine.
Yes – That moment in time
Lost to posterity
Still has its fleeting glimpses
In us
In the memories we share
For we know
However much we care
For each other.
Now – You are no longer
That Virgin Man
And I am no more that
Virgin Woman
To offer our
Virgin love and passion
To each other.
You and me
Busy with our families
Being married elsewhere
Now seek comfort
And respite
In the memories of days gone by…
And some consolation
That there is a relationship
We hope to cherish
Till death makes us part
That is our long-distance
Time-tied, life-long
Friendship.
And what more can we do
As we always do…
Than me write a poem
And you read it through
Of a once Virgin Man
Who had feelings for
A once Virgin Woman.
Yet so blissfully unaware
That he was the Man
The Love of her Life
Whom she would have loved
To beget sons and daughters
As his very beloved wife.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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No Signs of Turning Around
Many are discovering their thoughts and beliefs...
Have been totally prefabricated,
To sustain delusion based fantasies.
And entertained for humor purposes...
By those creating their own opportunities.
And doing this successfully...
With the power of deceit.
And the teasing of greed.
Shocked and dismayed by the truth that is.
Some have never experience...
The value of reality.
Or an honesty known...
Shown by one who around them lives.
And this economic meltdown...
Has no signs of turning around at all.
Even those who pray with faith...
They will be saved.
With a hope that these days,
From them will be erased.
Are in for a traumatic wakeup call!
When they realize their entire lives...
Have been fantasized and faked!
To keep them blinded,
For an eventual downfall!
'That's pure BS and utter nonsense! '
Is it?
When was the last time Minnie or Mickey Mouse..
Paid 'you' a visit?
And you have sat with empty pockets,
To ensure your children sit quietly...
To pay attention to animated animals speak,
And teach intelligently
About the aspects of human life.
Either at the movies or in front of a TV!
'That's entirely different! '
IS IT?
Then why is truth so feared?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family first
Friends may come and friends may go
Family is first and this I know
Putting friends first is a mistake
And not one that you should make
Family’s forever and this I know
Friends enter your life and then they go
Making friends is fun trust me with this
But not something you would miss
Love your family while they are here
Keep their love very near
Family can leave the world at any time
So don’t make yourself feel like slime
Family is here to comfort you
I know your friends do this too
Without your family you would be lost
Hold on to them no matter the cost
poem by Cheyanne Whien
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Traumatic Has to Be the Reality Faced
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
Especially for the ones who identified,
Their lives and self worth...
With the ability to purchase 'bling',
And other materialistic things.
With money that from them is dwindling.
Traumatic has to be the reality faced,
There is no substitute for truth that can be replaced.
Nor are there those empathetic,
Who have grown accustomed...
To finding their way on the streets to eat and sleep.
And yet those with beliefs they are above all of this,
Find themselves indebted to their beliefs...
They wish to keep.
And...
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
For those who make demands as if...
Their lifestyles can be sustained,
By squeezing them...
From an economy based on credit.
That has exhausted all fantasies,
Once supporting a delusion...
There was no ending that came to a feeding of a feast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implosion
Outdated methods to use conflicts,
As a means to uplift and feed societies has ended.
Rusting weapons have more worth as melting metal.
In these days of dying economies.
An implosion comes.
Those that once had now have not.
Pretensions have been expensive to maintain.
And the addictions of them must be dropped.
Since it has become harder for those images,
To be sustained.
An implosion comes.
An inside job performed by corruption, greed and government.
Ends.
And those stripped bare of essentials...
Will find themselves more prepared,
Than those with resumés...
Detailing their associations with wickedness.
Their abilities to manipulate are over!
Talents such as these have become obsolete.
And out of this 'bleakness' reality is discovered.
Revealing their fortune!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where has the magic of life gone?
Childhood innocence long ago lost,
Real life overtaken make-believe pretend,
Starry-eyed wonder, rational mind has away tossed,
Consuming us all like an animal does it's prey,
Sometimes we don't want to get up, to face the start of another day.
When did the world become engulfed in wars and strife?
What happened to the magic of life?
I don't know but hope, you can find the magic again.
19/12/05.
Animal
Took off all alone
Searching for a road
The world can be so cold
Especially when you're alone
Drugs make people happy
But turn life into a disaster
Where did happy go?
You're an animal
You're an animal
Gone like this forever
Gone to fast
All this time has long past
Achieve first but finished last
You can't hide what's in your past
You try to look back without a gasp
Now you realize you've been dead
Can't help but look to the sky
Praying that you won't die
You're an animal
You're an animal
Gone like this forever
Why do you must hide?
Why do you not try?
Why do you wanna die?
Can't you see me
I'm here with you
I'm your image in the mirror
I never lost faith in you
I was always there for what you do
Now together we die without peace
At least the world lost insanity cause without us the world is happy
poem by Brandon Bizon
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The Tradition
Tradition is not a path I know. Set before me is a greatness my family knows nothing of. For none of us has made much more then 30,000 a year. Educational wise college hasn't been a strong suit. But these days I feel its needed especially if one has to rely on themselves. I've seen what happens if you have it too easy. My one sister went down that dark road. I've also seen what one with the smarts to make it all the way but is pushed to hard and treated to harshly. Me and my other sister traveled down this road. But for me I will persevere and do things no one thinks I'm capable of. I have not failed. I have been just delayed. Hopefully soon things will be set in motion that will take me down a road I will travel alone. I have high hopes and goals, that will take years to complete. But its has been a long and fair wait. And now i can put my talents, skills, to a use I've been so longing to do. And I pause for their is so many that I've left behind in the past year. Some because of the way they treated me. Other because of how they treated others. Yet more I met under the wrong circumstances which caused and creative differences. I did not mean for it to happen that way but yet it did. I dont regret any of it. I will always remember the good times. In the end i tend to not value friends for they come and go. But family will always be thier. It is very hard lesson to learn sometimes. But in the end it holds true almost always. With certain exceptions. This is my path of tradition
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Why World Future Looks Grim
Why world future looks so grim
Why having good life could be just a dream
There are sign that end of world is near
We like it or not the doomsday soon or later will be here
As world increases in population
It consumes all the earth natural resources and creates such a disaster pollution
As People living longer and longer
Financial burden will make it impossible to provide them healthcare any longer
So there will be hard decision to make who will die or stay alive
Of course if you have enough money you could survive
Population increase will way surpass our agriculture land
At the time more population will increase food demand
Technology such as computer eventually will create massive layoff
Since computer more and more takes a jobs away from human and let them go off
Human greed and so much desire for materials will bring this world to end
Controlling human greed, world population, clean air, caring for eachother that’s the solution my friend
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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As Long As I Can
I wear a smile some days
to hide what I feel inside,
especially when I remember
of the days when friends were few.
Remembering all the loneliness
I used to bottle up inside
and how at the end of the days
when I would slip away to my room
and sit down and cry.
Though those days are gone now,
at times their memories
still come to trouble me
and I often wonder
if they will ever let me be.
Today is so different
with my friends around the world.
They make me feel
I am someone very special,
but I keep asking myself why.
The answer is lost to me
like the desert barren of rain.
I know not why it has happened,
nor how long will it last.
Only that I will enjoy it
for as long as I can.
poem by David Harris
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A Painful Departure
You packed two suitcases
And you left without uttering a word.
This is worse than plunging a sword
Deep in my aorta. You left the premises,
For no apparent reasons. 'On what basis? '
I ask myself: ' Why behave like a beast? '
I have been at the windows,
For innumerable hours.
I am like a sick puppy,
A homeless cat lost a sea.
I am perturbed and confused.
I am incarcerated and abused.
I am searching everywhere,
And praying that a gush of fresh air
Will enter your brain, so you'll return home,
Where you are happy, under the foam
Of our Jacuzzi, with your sweetheart.
Please comeback to retrieve that painful dart.
The hours of the night have been long.
I long to see you again. The song
Is oddly morbid. The stress is horrendous.
I am lost in the desert of my own consciousness,
Without venturing outside, or moving a limb.
I am honestly scared like a lonely lamb
poem by Hebert Logerie
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