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When Caught

There are those who escalate,
Reasons they should be offended.
Especially those who lie about their deeds,
Even in the face of the ones witnessing them done.

These performances aren't acts of self sacrifice.
These people just lie as a practiced device.
And when caught
Eyes begin to glaze as if a stage of nirvana sets in.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snakes Praised In Shaky Places

There is nothing like witnessing,
The acts of fraud exposed for what they are.
And those behind it,
Losing credibility.

Especially if these 'creatures',
Had a tendency to leech...
Successfully,
From someone else's abilities.
And that had been discreetly deceived.

There is nothing like witnessing,
The exposure of these acts of fraud!
But unfortunately,
Those once leeched upon...
Have taken their expertise,
Away from snakes praised in shaky places...
Where lies and corrupted minds thrive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaccustomed to Having An Identity

Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And others became offended by that?
Others became offended...
Because you announced a clarity of your identity.
AND...
This offended?
AND...
You then became so proud of who you were,
Your entire presence began to threaten?
Especially those unaccustomed to having an identity!
The ones from birth until death,
Are only known by their nicknames.
And they are related to people who will never know,
Their real names.
Ever!

Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?

And the next thing they want you to do,
Is to get 'right' with God.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The performances you have in your head are always much better than the performances on stage.

quote by Maggie Smith
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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A Lot Of Issues To Address

If I look a certain way...
With my head up and not down to the ground.
They become offended.
Especially when I smile...
And there they are,
With evil looks and wearing frowns.

If I dress a certain way,
Because I feel good about myself everyday.
And I might not have gotten any sleep!
Or have eatened that day.
There they are...
Offended.

And 'if' I suggest I am at peace.
And have a happy mindset...
The eyes begin to roll.
They believe I live without any needs at all.
Because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve.
And I become victim,
Of a character assassination process.
Made to feel out of place,
Because I'm not crawling around pleading on knees.

'Just ignore 'those' people!
They just don't like who you are, period! '
THOSE people?
Those people are my 'own' people.
And they have a lot of issues to address.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reasons To Lie

I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
The reasons I lie to you
And I wish it was some kinda explosive device
That only you could diffuse
Reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
Wanna live in a beautiful house
Somewhere up in the hills
With some people making fun of us
You refer to us as your two kids
Then it wouldn't be somebody else
That you'd grow accustomed to
Reasons to lie to me
Is a reason to lie to you
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you

song performed by by Whiskeytown
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Reasons To Lie

I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
The reasons I lie to you
And I wish it was some kinda explosive device
That only you could diffuse
Reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
Wanna live in a beautiful house
Somewhere up in the hills
With some people making fun of us
You refer to us as your two kids
Then it wouldn't be somebody else
That you'd grow accustomed to
Reasons to lie to me
Is a reason to lie to you
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you

song performed by by Whiskeytown
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet: Life’s Dilemma

I’m caught between the twain of God/money!
Between my duty and my selfishness;
Between life’s bitterness and it’s honey;
Between my charity and greediness.

I’m caught between my honesty and lies!
Between my ambitions and sacrifice;
Between life’s virtues, evils/ bad advice;
Between good deeds and bad ones that entice.

I’m caught between my pangs of sin/good deeds;
Between material things and those divine;
Between corporeal and of soul’s needs;
Between the calls of God and thoughts of mine.

I’m caught between the devils and my God!
’Tween Hell and Heaven’s Eternal reward.

6-23-2002 by Dr John Celes

poem by John Celes
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My pretty Cat

Her eyes always glaze at me
whenever she is hungry
Her eyes always attracts me
whenever she wants me to pick her

She has white double coated fur
But because of dust it has turned into black

She has a doll face
with a pair of whiskers

She likes to play soccer with a paper ball
But sometimes she acts like a dog

She cannot bare another cat in front of her
As she thinks she is the prettiest amoungst all

She sleeps as if she is the maid of the house
with her paws on her eyes

Her face has a natural beauty
As I call her sleeping beauty

She likes to pose here and there
when the camera roll is on..

poem by Haram Fatima
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What Has Been Denied

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.

People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.

And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.

One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.

And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.

'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '

That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.

'But,
How can you say that? '

I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.

And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?

'No.'

You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Glorious times These Are Thus Far

Great!
This is wonderful news.
The people have become outraged.
Completely sobered from their dazing stupors.
Magnificent!

And he who started this uproar?
The one from the pulpit who told it like it is?
Hopefully the momentum of it,
Will gain continued priceless revelation.
Finally.

The people begin to unbuckle,
From the seats of their fantasies.
And those adorning those rusted halos...
Now is the time for them to probe a little deeper,
Into their adopted prophesies.
What better times could these times be?

Who knew...
The silence of massive deceptions,
Would escalate into such meaning dialogue...
To uncloak without exception!
Of course racism does and has existed.
Only those nonbelieving,
Are those enclosed and themselves twisted.
Kneeling in front of symbols...
And praising the gods to which they lift!
It's in the fabric that has masked their greed.
Oh what glorious days are these!

Those who fed their appetites on hate,
Can no longer hide behind the myths of their false deeds.
This stench to secretly keep covered revenge.
Has from one man been unhinged.
We'll see who's blood is red when aired!
And not of royal blue...
When this mindless feud becomes publicly bared!
Where are the cloakers?
The ones who boast with self righteousness?

What glorious times these are!
Those who have benefitted...
From misrepresentations to fill their fists.
Will see who has given.
And what has been taken from whom!
Even from wombs they want to abort!
But these are not those times anymore.
Their explanations have come up short!
Let these truths begin!
What glorious times these times are!
These times we are witnessing.
And blessed to live in.
To have an awakening of truths to start.
'Real' truths that do not end!
What glorious times these are thus far!
With everything in the open...
And the pretense of a shallowness to defend!
Yes...
These are the days of our lives!
Revealed without apology!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall

Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.

And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.

This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.

Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.

But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.

Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.

And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.

And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deserving Of Thunderous Applause

In the light shining as brightly,
As man made wattage can create...
On every aspect of life uncovered these days,
There are those still deluded with beliefs...
They can do absolutely what they please.
And not be detected.

With a disregarding of flashing warning signs.
Dead end fences placed in front of paveless roads.
And limping victims bandaged from head to toe.
There are those choosing to stubbornly resist this,
With or without the validation of 'rumors'...
To remove these proven barriers.

And...
Will later admit to anyone who will listens,
How they wished that had made other decisions...
That would not only relieved them from misery and regret.
But would have also eliminated their need to find reasons,
To blame someone else...
For the feeling of their discomforts.

These performances heard more and more each day,
Are deserving of thunderous applause...
From those touched and emotionally moved,
By some the best dramatic acting found anywhere...
Although rehearsed,
But not produced for stage or film to be repeatedly witnessed.

'The tears!
The trembling of the lips.
Your slow downcasting of the eyes...
To become affixed as if saddened?
Simply incredible!
Magnificent.
One of the most brilliant performances I have 'ever' seen.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demeaned

They are going to slip,
Those dips that firmly gripped.
Dripping sweat on agony...
And commanding more of it!

Death spiraling on a mission,
With quarrels of what is right!
Fighting themselves with rusting weapons,
And maneuvering for tighter close ups...
Complete with photo ops,
And Worldwide TV rights!

State of the art technologies...
Seem outdated on battlefields.
Enemies sought,
Aren't using video games.
Frustrating soldiers who are demeaned,
When no one is seen on screens to kill!

Pumping iron with oiled pecs...
Aren't impressive enough to win!
Maps and strategies for war have no use,
Although excites the one waiting...
For a good fight to begin!

And this conflict declared on them,
Has been the greatest of all sins!
Exhausting resources to announce a victory...
As further loses of life will escalate with no end!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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M.J. Une

performances candle-lit
practiced and practiced the outbursts and sobs
the short, little gasps solidify the act
fell again and again for it

beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful eyes
it's terrible how hard i try

explanations and confessions
pace back and forth, anxious and scared
secrets built up against the door
revelations in tension

beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful lies
it's terrible how hard i tried

romantic lost lovers
calling out in psychic beckoning vibes
answered on the phone by absence and static
busy now under the covers

beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful lies
it's terrible how hard i tried

poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore
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Melodie Likes Majesty

Melodie likes her mermaid friend Majesty
she compliments Majesty's dress to a T.
Melodie has a memory of going to
one of Zercon's fancy cities.
Majesty goes on the 'Ragdoll' stage
to do comedy and entertain.
Melodie laughs with Sarah Star
they will be up next with their acts
to dropp everyone's jaws.
Majesty it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen.
Then Sarah is next
to go on stage
her singing act too is all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen
she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.
Lighters light up in the air
whistling everywhere
Razel yells without a care
"You know why I
have no pupils? "
Before Melodie can jump in
Razel has finished her line
and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and I bow to the shouts.
Fun times on the 'Ragdoll' vaudeville
with Majesty Razel and Melodie
who really kill.

Written on March 20,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Stevie D Jimmy And Melodie

Melodie adores Stevie D,
she compliments his style of dress to a T.
She has the memory of going to City Place
Stevie goes on the Improv comedy stage
Stevie does comedy and entertains.
Melodie laughs with Jimmy Dean,
it is one funniest acts they have ever seen!
Then Jimmy is next to go on stage,
his act is funny it's all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen,
she is with Razel puppet and me.
Lighters light up in the air,
wild whistling everywhere,
Razel yells without a care,
'You know why I have no pupils? '
right before Melodie can jump in-
Razel has finished her line and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and Razel starts to shout,
I bow with the girls before I walk out.
What a time in 2005, where the Improv Stage comes alive.
Sharing the stage with Stevie D, Jimmy, Razel and Melodie.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Stage Fright

Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did,
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame,
Since that day he aint been the same.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Ive got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death.
Said, you can make it in your disguise,
Just never show the fear thats in your eyes.
See the man with the stage fright,
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
He got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Now if he says that hes afraid,
Take him at his word.
And for the price that the poor boy has paid,
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh.
Your brow is sweatin and your mouth gets dry,
Fancy people go driftin by.
The moment of truth is right at hand,
Just one more nightmare you can stand.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm,
You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm,
Please dont make him stop, hmm hmm,
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm,
Let him start all over again.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet: There Are Reasons for All Things

There must be reasons for the shaking leaves;
There must be reasons for the swaying trees;
There must be reasons for the drying sheaves;
There must be reasons causing any breeze.

There must be reasons for the waves at sea;
There must be reasons for ripples in pond;
There must be reasons for the sea briny;
There must be reasons for a mutual bond.

There must be reasons for the changing climes;
There must be reasons for both drought and rain;
There must be reasons for good and bad times;
There must be reasons for a boon or bane.

There must be reasons for all things on earth;
But not much reasons why men sin since birth!

poem by John Celes
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Melodie Likes Majesty

Melodie likes her mermaid friend Majesty
she compliments Majesty's dress to a T.
Melodie has a memory of going to
one of Zercon's fancy cities.
Majesty goes on the 'Ragdoll' stage
to do comedy and entertain.
Melodie laughs with Sarah Star
they will be up next with their acts
to dropp everyone's jaws.
Majesty it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen.
She swirls her dress and
turns into a frog thats green.
Then Sarah is next
to go on stage
her singing act too is all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen
she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.
Lighters light up in the air
whistling everywhere
Razel yells without a care
'You know why I
have no pupils? '
Before Melodie can jump in
Razel has finished her line
and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and I bow to the shouts.
Fun times on the 'Ragdoll' vaudeville
with Majesty Razel and Melodie
who really kill.

Written on March 20,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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People Action

PEOPLE ACT CRAZY
BUT THE TRUE TELLS
IF
THEY
AREN'T AROUND
THEM EVERYDAY

BUT IF YOU
KNOW THAT
PERSON IS FAKE AND NOT SERIOUS
AND IF THEY THINK THAT PERSON IS ALWAYS
THATS DOESN'T MEAN THEY
ACTUALLY LIKE OR LOVE AND
THEY DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP
WITH THE FACT THE PEOPLE AREN'T HAPPY.
THESE ACTS ARE CALLED
PEOPLE ACTION
PEOPLE ACTION
OUR ACTION ARE WHAT HURT PEOPLE THAT WE LOVE AND CARE ABOUT. DON'T LET THE PEOPLE ACTION EFFECT WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE YOU CARE, LOVE, AND LIKE HURT THEM AND YOU.

poem by Jordan Ray
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