Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tradition
Tradition is just like one-way traffic over here,
And you can't change the minds of the people around;
For their lives are programmed like a robot.
The law is very difficult for them to obey,
And it is all about a different culture and different people;
But their lives are always programmed like robots.
The tradition over here is very strange to me!
And you can't change the very minds of these people;
But at times, it is just like broken pottery in the hands.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tripped With a Ticket
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.
But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where!
Who knew...
People unaware would actually care.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be paying the fare...
For everyone who thought they would be going nowhere.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be the ones prepared,
To shut lips up with a showing they cared.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.
But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
And those picky people would prevent all of it!
But,
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And do the best they could to get the folks to quit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wings
I felt wings being put upon my back
I knew there was no turning back
I had left this material world, and took
the steps up to the sky.
I knew I was dead! I just couldn’t understand
How or why. Why did I leave all that I loved
Friends, family, and my loved ones
To climb the steps up to the sky.
WHY? WHY? WHY?
This question kept pounding in my brain.
What did I do, am I going insane?
If I am dead, what am I doing here?
I feel myself walking on the ground.
Yet! I don’t hear no words, no sounds.
Am I between heaven and hell?
Then what am I doing here.?
Then I heard a voice say:
Sometimes spirits find it hard to leave
For in their hearts they do grieve.
You will learn that things are not what they seem to be
There is a difference between spiritual and reality.
They both walk side by side, and can affect you
No matter what you try.
You was chosen to leave this world
And that’s the reason you have those wings
For you will be into everything.
You will show people love, compassion, hope, and faith
Before it becomes much too late.
You will show people how to care, and how to share
How to give strength when there’s no one there.
How to move on in life, and go thru the struggles and strife.
There are so many things that you must do
That’s the reason that I picked you.
So spread your wings and spread them wide
For you have a long ways to fly.
There is someone waiting for you, and when you
Get there, you’ll know what to do.
So I flew to where he said: this was something I did dread.
The person that he sent me to see, was a relative that I once knew
Cancer cells were eating her away, and by her side her family did pray.
Somehow she saw me when I entered the room
She asked me if it was time- I said it was much too soon.
I told her she had to make peace with everyone she knew
And that would take a day or two.
She smiled and said: I understand!
Will you sit and hold my hand.
I held her hand till it was time to depart
For her new life was about to start.
She saw a band of angels in back of me
And they all began to sing.
HALLELUJAH TO THE NEW BORN KING
Now I felt that I earned my wings
Bringing people home was an exhilarating thing.
poem by Louis Rams
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From Childhood To Manhood
He wonders why his emotions come out.
When things in his life does not go right.
Demons that he struggles with and fight.
He wonders why his childhood family have stop communicating with him.
He wonders how things have change when we have matured.
He wonders how fast that his life went by sometimes he cry when
someone special die.
He have dreams of close people that he wish that was still alive.
He wonders why some of the people that he loved have left.
He wonders why its tough to make it in life but its really hard to go through death.
Memories that he love most that ended bad.
Which he truthfully knew that person who he could get along with the most out of any other person.
His heart is sunk down, but he is truthfully hurt with so much pain.
Sometimes he feels that things will never be the same when it rains.
He wonders why his friends that are alive have change since we grew.
All that matters if only that they knew.
Money never matters to him.
Because his family and friends was his support that makes him have a strong heart.
He wonders how will he die only time will tell as years pass by
He only live by the truth not by a lie only whats real that meets the eye.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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What is the use of begetting?
If people knew my book
But not me as its author,
If people knew my song
But not me as its writer,
If people knew my shrine
But not me as its builder
And if they knew my prince
But not me as his father,
What’s the use of begetting them?
For my name I did all these things.
08.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If People Loved People!
Less and less people
Seem to care
About each other
And more about their
Material belongings
Their clothes, their car
If they loved more people
The world would be a far
Better place for everyone
We'd see more respect
If people knew better
They'd be able to connect
To others with empathy,
Understanding and kind
If people loved people
We'd have happier minds
poem by Vanessa Hughes
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Forever
I never wanted another
Come over to me and discover
How i want to be near you
And you need to be far away
You always seem to make me feel at home
Hey you
People like
I never knew, i never knew, i never knew why
You make me wanna cry
I never knew, i never knew, i never knew why
Forever live and die
I look at all of the people
Doing it over and over
You never get any older
I wish that you could be here
I look at you and i
Make the same mistakes
Hey you
People like
I never knew, i never knew, i never knew why
You make me wanna cry
I never knew, i never knew, i never knew why
Forever live and die
I never knew, i never knew, i never knew why
You make me wanna cry
I never knew, i never knew, i never knew why
Forever live and die
Repeat to fade
song performed by by Omd
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Skeletons (home Demo)
I was following adventure, nothing mattered
And I knew best
I had a blood in my head, no one could shake it
Cause I knew best
But now I find
Remains of people that I left behind
I never took them once
I never, skeletons tell me hit me now and then
Because, skeletons to say I told you so again
Wish I'd done things differently
Cause skeletons don't set you free
I'd make a life for myself, I'd be a bigshot
Cause I knew best
I had high expectations, I was headstrong
And I knew best
All of my friends knew
What I was doing to the loving few
I know it's hard to chew
Cause never, skeletons tell me hit me now and then
Because, skeletons to say I told you so again
Wish I'd done things differently
Cause skeletons don't set you free
Well, all I wanted was fame to feed my ego
And I knew best
Cause when you're high on success you get impressed
And I knew best
I knew best
song performed by by Xtc
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If Daddy Only Knew
I wonder if Daddy knew I had to become super-responsible and a miniature adult at the age of 12
I wonder if Daddy knew life at home was full of broken promises and full of disappointment.
I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't ever carry me fishing
I wonder if Daddy knew why I had to take life so seriously
I wonder if Daddy knew why I couldn't have fun like my other friends
I wonder if Daddy knew I never really knew what 'normal' was
I wonder if Daddy knew I had to lie and cover up the truth about our family for all those years when telling the truth would have been easier
I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't ever tell me he loved me. Was it because I was a little 'man'?
I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't come to my graduation?
I wonder if Daddy knew how much I loved him?
I wonder if Daddy knew how many times the arguments and yelling was my bedtime lullaby?
I wonder if Daddy knew..................that I knew
poem by Barry A. Lanier
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People who were close to me - family and friends - they knew about my sexuality.
quote by Greg Louganis
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Suffering From Head Wounds
Those told what to do most of their lives,
What to think, how to think...
What not to believe or listen to.
And who is stupid,
Because of their physical appearances...
Are those who are most traumatized,
By the sign of these rapidly changing times.
Not all...
But most people have been conditioned to believe,
That the unchanged color of a house...
Also determines what goes on inside.
No matter how many renovations have taken place.
Or evolving maturities of the people living in it.
All people will do is to talk about what they 'knew'.
Or what they've been told.
And...
Most of the time what is known,
Had been heard from one's now grown children...
Or a pet dog or cat,
Programmed to be reliable.
But not from the horse's mouth!
People rather beat their horses to death,
Repeatedly.
Those told most of their lives,
What to think, how to think...
What not to believe or listen to.
And who is stupid,
Because of their physical appearances...
Are those who are most traumatized,
By the sign of the times.
Without being medicated,
Few people are sure if and when they should...
Take a left or right turn,
Why and for what purpose.
And if they should or should not ignore,
Signs that warn them to yield and pay attention...
With caution!
People have been taught to believe and do as they please,
Because...
Well,
They are entitled to do so for the rest of their lives.
'Medic...
There's another one over here suffering from head wounds.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People And Their Situations Do Change
If it is true you knew,
How I felt in those times...
Where were you,
To help me empty...
Those many buckets of tears,
I cried.
If it is true,
My struggles with agony...
Had been something you knew.
If it is true you knew,
Who planted obstacles on my path...
Why were you not there for me at all?
And when I reach out to you,
You dismissed me and laughed.
If it 'is' true you knew,
What I was going through...
You said nothing about it,
Until several years have passed.
And,
If it is true you knew...
Anything about me at all,
Why have you waited until today...
To appear to say,
You are experiencing your own downfall.
To what degree of an empathy,
Do expect from me...
To receive?
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And that person you say you knew back then,
Has matured to improve...
On my expectations of 'friends'.
And can see people and things as they are.
With a re-arrangement done to philosophies,
Without a passing of judgement on them.
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And I've been blessed with a peace,
I am going to protect and keep.
And all I can do is wish you the best.
With a peacefulness I am feeling.
Hoping one day,
The same for you will come your way.
People and their situations do change.
Of that,
I totally agree.
But an empathy from me you wish to receive...
Was not from you,
Ever given to me from you to give...
To believe you can receive.
I agree...
People and their situations do change,
A lot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skeletons
I was following adventure, nothing mattered
And I knew best
I had a blood in my head, no one could shake it
Cause I knew best
But now I find
Remains of people that I left behind
I never took them wise
And now the skeletons tell me hit me now and then
Here come the skeletons to say I told you so again
Wish Id done things differently
Cause skeletons dont set you free
Id make a life for myself, Id be a bigshot
Cause I knew best
I had high expectations, I was headstrong
And I knew best
All of my friends knew
What I was doing to the loving few
I know its hard to chew
Cause now the skeletons tell me hit me now and then
Here come the skeletons to say I told you so again
Wish Id done things differently
Cause skeletons dont set you free
Well, all I wanted was fame to feed my ego
And I knew best
Cause when youre high on success you get impressed
And I knew best
I knew best
song performed by by Xtc
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Many People
Many people are here
Many people are not
Many people have left
Many people have come -
We have seen many people that are not here.
Many people have died
Many people have lived -
The many people we loved and do love, have gone and left us.
Many of our friends and family are lost
For fear has taken me.
The pieces have fallen and broken and can’t be fixed
Those pieces were my life
And now my life is gone
For I am alone with none to guide me through my time
I am alone
I am alone.
poem by Moe Moe Bob
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense of Pretense
Her friends convinced her,
She was better off without me...
Because she had degrees!
But I knew she had no common sense.
She left!
And they left her dazed and unhappy.
She did have one thing going she kept...
Her sense of pretense she used,
That I actually was lost
Needing someone like her,
Around me to find myself.
And I tried to show her from the very beginning,
Her friends couldn't give her
What she could never get back from me.
I knew what I had!
And I still got it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alaska & Me
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - calypso albums.
When I was a child and I lived in the city
I dreamed of alaska so far away
And I dreamed I was flying over mountains and glaciers
Somehow I knew Id live there one day
Well it took me some growin, and a fair bit of schoolin
And a little bit of trouble to get on the move
And I felt like a loser but I turned out the winner
When I came to alaska the land that I love
Heres to alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to alaska and me
I was born in a cabin on little mulchatna
Raised in hard times but I had a good life
From the first time I flew with my father a singin
I knew that Id wind up a bush pilots wife
We sleep near the sound of a slow running river
And wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain
And we face every day like the first or the last one
With nothin to lose and heaven to gain
Heres to alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to alaska and me
Oh, for the fire on a cold winters night
And once more to gaze at the great northern lights
For all of the beauty my children will see
Heres to alaska and me
Heres to alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to alaska and me
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Treasured
A treasure that was given,
Was dismissed before declared.
The value of it was unknown...
So its purpose was not shared.
It sat amongst the midst of the people.
And they ignored its glow.
They ignored the power of it.
And for years its existence,
The people claimed not to know.
One day the treasure was spotted by a stranger.
Someone who had lived and been around.
Someone who knew what to value in life...
And stumbled accidently,
Upon this small town.
Instantly the treasure was recognized.
And the stranger could not believe what was seen.
The treasure was grateful a respect was shown.
And the people were surprised...
What had been announced by the stranger,
Had not been known!
But it was too late!
The treasure was only there,
To have someone appreciate it.
That appreciation was given!
And the stranger and the treasure...
Forever became enriched friends.
And left together feeling blessed,
They had found each other treasured!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where would you be without friends? The people to pick you up when you need lifting? We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends - your own chosen family. There's nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.
quote by Jennifer Aniston
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We The People
We the people.
Are not ones to trust.
We the people.
Turned diamonds to rust.
We the people.
Created our binds.
We the people are foolish and blind.
We the people.
Are bullies that shove.
We the people.
'The same-sex can't love! '
We the people.
With morals so worn.
We the people.
Will save the unborn!
We the people.
Raise cowardly minds.
We the people.
Commited the crime.
We the people.
With confident grins.
We the people.
Will fail again.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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