Within Every Crack There Is A Crevice
Stifling rules and laws,
Has left a life to live...
Corrupted by flaws...
As witnessed by those wishing,
They could live their own lives...
Inspiring perfection.
And within every crack there is a crevice,
There is not a step one can take...
That does not leave them reminded,
Who today makes the most excuses...
By blaming the creation of their mistakes,
On anyone intelligent enough trying to correct them.
With a proving how blind with evil,
Those foolish can be!
With a doing of just about anything,
As to not to expose the overflowing of their stupidity.
With it everywhere and yet they still wish to debate it.
As if with them doing this, what they've created will fade away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laws
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistakes Are Expected To Be Made
Would it be worth it to reverse and redo,
Those mistakes I've made along the way?
For purposes to correct,
What today I am better to convey?
With a maturity that is assured.
And with a humility I've learned to display?
Many times I have thought about this.
As I reminisced those lessons,
I should have grasped but dismissed.
And IF it was a possibility,
To correct and perfect my blemishes...
Flaws and imperfections,
Others inspected and criticized!
My life would not be as fulfilling.
Since my time would be occupied...
With making excuses and creating alibis.
And I would have been limited to sit in fear.
And I thank God,
It was not the fear of obstacles...
That have kept my steps blessed.
It was faith and prayer that made me aware...
I was just one of many artists,
Assigned to do my part...
To add onto this living canvas,
We've come to call life to live and give.
And mistakes are expected to be made.
With attempts in the wrong direction,
Only God forgives if we ask of Her or Him...
Or Both,
To be forgiven!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exceptions Made To Created Rules
Exceptions made to created rules,
Has established the need.
For a Department of Addendums.
Making the following of rules,
Foolish.
For anyone attempting to understand,
The purpose of their origin.
Since the following of rules legitimately,
Hasn't made those values and standards...
Many proclaim as adding a quality to their lives,
A cost effective proposition.
In fact,
Prior to those exceptions made,
One's life lived had been with less complications.
Today,
Those complications are needing interpretations...
For those seeking explanations,
Whether to live basically with no rules to follow.
Or demand more addendums,
To define what basic means.
And which lawful rule is broken,
If one decides living a life that 'is' basic
Will not have them arrested for indecent exposure.
Since many will protest they have become offended.
By someone daring to live,
Without attempting to make impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Nature
Why dose human nature
make life a misery
Never really knowing
the paths you chose to lead
For some their lives are easy
for others not so good
The consequences of actions
often blind the good
At times in life you feel
right choices you have made
But then you start to see
those choices weren't meant to be
The regrets that often stem
From bad choices in one's life
Makes you feel unworthy
to live a better life
So how does one learn
to forgive one self's mistakes
That has hurt so many beings
and made them weary of your plight
Is it true what people say
You learn from your mistakes
are you careful not to make
another foolish mistake
So now I take a step
Towards healing all my regrets
and hope that one day
I'll be a better human being
poem by Kaila George
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Who Am I to Deny It Promise?
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
If I can say,
I am not living my life today.
I am dreamless without hope.
I give empty reasons to mope!
I am a vacant shell...
Existing in a hell I've created.
If I am not living my life today!
Where did I store those memories?
When did any happiness come to leave?
Why am I not pleased...
With anything that comes my way?
If I can say,
I am not living my life today!
And I breathe just to witness my breath...
Fade away into a nothingness.
If I am not living my life today...
What is this,
That IS!
And 'who' am I,
To deny 'it' promise?
Like a gift one receives...
Selfishly to leave unwrapped.
Can I honestly believe,
I am not worthy to do that?
If I am not living my life today...
Perhaps I should.
And unpack...
From sorrows deeply stacked.
Trapping my sight in darkness,
Without daylight I alone hold back.
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
And I know there is 'something' I value,
I can give!
To say 'that' is the reason,
I am here to live!
If I can remove myself...
To cast shadows,
Instead of finding an escape within them.
To live and let my life,
Be the one I have and learn to like!
Unfrightened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The ultimate sin...
Or soul is black when it doesn't sing true,
How many lies must be told before they become true?
Your soul only exists because god gave you one,
And he shall take it and mould it, tell you where you belong...
And if you wish to live a better and worthwhile life,
Then pray to god to take away all of your strife.
A life without god is deemed to be hell,
Looking at the world today, how can we tell?
Let me be, let me breathe, let me live, let me die,
Reveal who I am and please tell me why.
Am I only here because god gave me life?
Yet his cosmic plan seems filled with strife...
We are all the masters of our own true goal,
So we are all the god that rules our soul.
Some choose to be prick's in a troublesome way,
For good and evil live with us each day...
If god really is the one who own's my soul,
Then what the hell is his ultimate goal?
For living my life with all of my kin,
Just seems to be my one true sin...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
God has become the most popular scapegoat for man... Lets stop blaming the magic man that lives in the sky and realise... We're the one's that fucked it up... And we're the ones who can fix it...
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To Invite Abuse on Any Level
Some rules and laws imposed on folks,
Are totally ridiculous.
Many are not obeyed.
Some are antiquated and should be erased.
Others make absolutely no sense at all.
I live in a place where each town has separate laws,
From a town that may be inches away!
And then within communities they have implied 'rules'.
Now there is talk to pass a law in a major city
That would make it an offense to ignore someone laying in the streets...
After being hit by a car or passing out!
Can it be believed that humanity has progressed
To advance beyond expressing empathy?
Or having a sensitivity that has to be addressed by laws?
'This' is not a healthy sign,
That the people of today are dieting to enhance their minds.
But then...
How can something empty be enforced to do anything.
Except make excuses to invite abuse on any level!
And to leave someone laying in the street...
Is the height of a mental disturbance unrecognized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving In.....my Everything
my spirit that sings, brings me in,
a wonderful world to live without end
make me of what iam, embrace the
time when i am gone, take the pantheon
that takes you all the fun
today, as you see, you will tell that iam in
your arm, wondering that, is this the day
when everything is what we call none,
as it goes on, all of what is made is off
and gone
wishing me luck, that makes you crack, a
day that all of everything in me is making
you to say that iam the one the only one
that made you one in the world we stand
knowing me is giving the endless breath that
i take from you, a day that beacons my
heart till it ends, cherish to take what is life
in you
giving in me, everything is free, your the every
thing in me, that makes the world set free
i stand, i live, i share, i die in thee, for the
whole of everything, lives in giving the only
me in you, who loves me so dearly
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Choose to Live Life
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.
Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.
Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.
Choose to live your life.
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.
Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!
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On the Flipside
out of the dust
create something that
lives forever
to be free; a breathless creation
that leads to dominium
and worth to die,
thou the prize endlessly provoke
to open heart
just to live and paved
each pride
to fade
staple my desire to discomfort
of waste of time
believing that something makes
every life may enjoy
the wisdom of happiness
leaving behind
of what leads to flame
the essence of
existence
step in the limelight of perfection
I left nothing than a
dream to tucked away the
beginning of what style
guide me to reach
your ideal Love,
take the way where I begin and lie
down the armor
of wisdom to follow
you’re Will
time comes in the presence
of my youth, dismay by own desire
of lust, find and pull off
each day of moment to fulfill the given
destiny,
until death caught
the vagueness of Life
savour your Time.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
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Created To Be Implemented
Inconsistencies,
And those 'fronting'...
With a smothering up,
Of their hypocrisies...
Are all over the place!
Try avoiding them without being affected.
And the ones self righteous,
Declaring themselves 'normal'?
The 'standard' bearers?
Need not go too far from any mirror,
To do an honest self evaluation.
Conflicts, turmoil...
And other problems today that exist?
Have been created to be implemented,
By those refusing...
To zero in on their own flaws and blemishes.
Try avoiding them without being affected.
Or attempt to exit from a baiting into a debate.
To leave unscathed and rated to feel depreciated.
And if one can do this to feel an accomplishment?
A miracle has been witnessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Ours To Give
For you, I would give the world, a phrase that many people herald,
But, earth is not ours to give, but, just a place that we mortals live.
Heaven’s not a place to assume; only in Christ can we get a room,
A room prepared by God’s Son, who created upon earth everyone.
All has been made by God alone, through the power of His Throne.
By Him all were given breath, and by His Decree, all will face death.
Some may say all on this earth, are in God’s eyes, the same worth,
Regarding Creation, this is true, but, all men need to be born anew.
Some say we are all of God’s Family, but, that is closer to fantasy,
Yes, we were all created by Him, but, then the Devil had entered in,
Deceiving the first man and wife, he brought choice into man’s life,
That choice that still remains today, whatever one may think or say.
All perfection God created in man, was tainted by Satan’s evil plan,
From God man was now separated, as sin by Satan is perpetuated,
Bringing us to the Cross of Christ, God’s only way into Eternal Life,
The way to Heaven for all of us, is when in Christ we place our trust.
Though we’re all created by God, we’re Satan’s children on this sod,
Until we’re born in the Spirit above, in the choice of Calvary’s blood.
As earth is not ours to give, without Christ, you will not eternally live,
Instead of breathing Heavenly breath, you’ll surely see eternal death.
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How Can I Live
I am so alike you,
In so many ways.
I know I'm just a copy,
That carries on the stain.
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
I am your mirror image,
I'm all you left behind
You made me what I am,
Then who the hell am I?
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
Why, Yo no entiendo porque,
I know that our lives are the same,
Y mi vida,
Is just a guessing game
A dirty stain
That I cannot play.
But I follow your steps,
In the same way that you just walked away,
And pushed the way through.
I...will...not...live!
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
song performed by by Ill NiO
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How Can I Live
I am so alike you,
In so many ways.
I know I'm just a copy,
That carries on the stain.
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
I am your mirror image,
I'm all you left behind
You made me what I am,
Then who the hell am I?
But, We make the same mistakes.
Cause, We are one in the same.
But, We leave behind the stain.
I cannot seperate.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
Why, Yo no entiendo porque,
I know that our lives are the same,
Y mi vida,
Is just a guessing game
A dirty stain
That I cannot play.
But I follow your steps,
In the same way that you just walked away,
And pushed the way through.
I...will...not...live!
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I always dream about you.
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
All that lies in me,
All that dies in me.
How can I live without you?
song performed by by Ill NiO
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One Step To Fate
Now its time to break the spell
Futures written down
Is it tears or happiness
Whats your fate - time will tell
Is it left or is it right
Elect the road youll take
Will you see the other side
Take a ride - take a ride to see
Theres no excuses if its badness
So many ways it can go wrong
And if it happens to be gladness
Then you can say that you have won
That you have won
One step to fate - why dont you follow me
One step to fate - I know its near
One step to fate - no powers over me
One step to fate - it only takes one step to fate
The time is now its make or break
The turning of the tide
This is the way it has to be
Live your life to the edge
Could be bad you know it might
The missions under way
Now youve reached the other side
Open up - open up your eyes
No more excuses if its badness
So many ways that have gone wrong
Not always happens to be gladness
Which ever way you know youve won
You know youve won
One step to fate, ...
With a touch of sadness
Dreams can fade away
Laughter is my passion
Never cried away
One step to fate, ...
song performed by by U. D. O.
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !
As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Control
I have none,
So it's time to let it go.
It makes life unmanageable,
More than you know.
People are hurtful,
Their opinions cause pain.
Making them something they're not.
Will drive you insane.
So just let things be,
Let them lie where they may.
Change just what you can.
And live day to day.
You may disagree,
With what others do think.
But trying to change them,
Brings you to the brink.
Helping's not changing,
But learning to serve,
Makes others rethink things,
And throws them a curve.
They may look at things different.
Or still maybe the same.
They will make their mistakes,
And have themselves to blame.
So please heed this advise.
This advise that I give.
It may not make things better.
But you'll learn how to live.
To live life on life's terms,
Leave the past in the past.
Life life for today,
Cause it goes by so fast.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Reluctant To Be Reviewed
I love it when I hear,
Others can do what I do.
And show a better quality,
In the doing of it too.
And like others who listen to this lip,
They have nothing to show to prove any of it.
And I hear those comments made,
From decade to decade...
As I continue to present my own evidence.
To leave them with the same,
Voices of critique.
With nothing concrete from them at all.
Or a doing to apply a witnessed technique.
People are quick to correct others' flaws.
Or what they suspect is a blemish to inspect.
And yet are reluctant to be reviewed as they do.
To expose a doing from themselves...
Any offerings to deliver,
What they believe is better than one's best substance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Wants to Admit They Have Been That Foolish
We must stop blaming those,
Who led us to the edge of this cliff.
It is more appropriate,
To hold the ones now...
Desiring to be accountable,
For attempting to climb down safely...
As if those responsible did not exist.
Isn't this the idealistic point of view?
No one wants to admit they have been that foolish,
To skip gleefully towards an approaching danger.
To do so would mean stupidity had been involved.
And those feasting without eyes opened...
Have to blame someone new,
For a changing of venue on the menu.
Whoever is in the kitchen will be the one who will do.
Isn't that what making excuses are meant for?
To eliminate one's exposed incompetence?
And accuse the one using the correct ingredients.
But deciding too late,
The one with the best credentials...
Also wants us to wash our own plates.
'Oh no.
Who does he think he is?
He has to go.'
But...
What about the cliff?
'What cliff?
We'll continue to pretend it doesn't exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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