To Attain
Engage in deception of the order we attain
To astound our enemies and count leading.
A stately ritual has been born from the fires,
Sadly, the wars have shunned us and left them.
My time goes by, hating one another as if quiet
Exited to be replaced by tomorrow’s bill;
Curse the swallowing of morsels to do with God,
Take on destruction and vile acts just to please us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Let's All Get Along
Why all the hating?
Why all the fighting?
Can't we all be friends?
No more enemies.
No moe wars.
Let's end it all.
Throw down your weapons.
Hug your neighbor.
Let's call it truce.
Stop the racism.
End the blindness.
It's time to open your eyes.
We're all different.
We're all the same.
Let's all get along.
poem by Heather Schroer
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Be Strong
I cannot count the tears
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The men that hate didi take.
I cannot curse the World
Nor can I curse the few
Though I wish I could only curse
The Men that hate did knew.
I wish there was no pain,
I wish there was no grave,
But I know that will never be,
For like the rain, it comes everyday.
We are Given life,
And we are given death,
We are then given the choice,
To make it the worst or best.
I cannot count the bullets
Nor can I count the hate,
Though I can only count,
The Graves, where dreams are laid.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Count The Tears
I cannot count the tears
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The Men, that hate did take.
I cannot curse the world
Nor can I curse the few
Though I wish that I could only curse
The Men, that hate did knew.
I wish there was no pain
I wish there was no grave
But I know that will never be
As like rain, it comes everyday.
As we are given life
And we are given death
We are then given the choice
To make it the worst or the best.
I cannot count the bullets
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The graves, where dreams are laid.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Hate
I cannot count the tears
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The Men, that hate did take.
I cannot curse the world
Nor can I curse the few
Though I wish that I could only curse
The Men, that hate did knew.
I wish there was no pain
I wish there was no grave
But I know that will never be
As like rain, it comes everyday.
As we are given life
And we are given death
We are then given the choice
To make it the worst or the best.
I cannot count the bullets
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The graves, where dreams are laid.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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An Accursed Day
I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.
I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This Time Tomorrow
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
Ill leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it aint so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I dont where Im going, I dont want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And Im in perpetual motion and the world below doesnt matter much to me
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow
song performed by by Kinks
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This Is Not Right
You may as well reveal it,
When the time comes
For it to be revealed.
Concealing misdeeds done,
Wont heal.
And feelings hurt,
Are not going to stop dirt...
Scooped up and thrown,
Overnight!
Especially if someone has been lied upon,
And the one responsible
Has done this out of spite!
To incite and ignite.
Was that you?
This is not right.
And things like this done,
Eventually exposes deception,
In broad daylight.
Leading to further misunderstandings...
With the wrong people left not speaking.
And those not involved,
Cursing each other into fights!
This is not right.
It is better to be direct.
Than to get upset...
By weaving a web of hatred,
And deception...
One will regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Speaks!
no more wars in My name,
no more diseases blamed on Me...
no more global warming storms
that leave a path of destruction.
no more hatreds, no prejudices,
no acts of violence under My flag....
no more words printed on your money,
no more heathen peoples left to starve.
no more conversions by the sword,
no more calamities called My judgement....
quit using Me for your doorstop!
take responsibility for yourselves!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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At the Mendacity Institute
The Miss-Director was beaming with pride
as he came to escort me inside.
'Come along, these are perilous times,
there is much ugly truth we must hide.'
'Herr Goebbels was our school's inspiration.
Joe McCarthy taught here till he died.
Charlie Rangel is among our directors.
Our Grads over nations preside.'
'We recruit each years class from young children
who display a disdain for the truth.'
'We start with a class on tall stories,
progressing to fibs and untruths.'
'By the time they are teens they are ready
to leave little white lies behind.'
'They engage in deceit and deception.
These skills help them rob people blind.'
'With our Grad course in prevarication
They misdirect and deflect with the great.'
'Obama was born in Hawaii,
his foes say he was birthed out of state.'
'When Bill Clinton was caught in that perjury
I nearly went out of my mind.'
'If only he'd paid more attention in Class
and less to some coed's behind.'
We had come to a massive rotunda
The Pantheon of all untruth.
Holograms of Stalin and Churchill
told whoppers in an endless loop.
There were quotes from
the World's Great Religions
inscribed on the sides of the wall.
A Left wing devoted to Lenin.
A right wing like a Munich beer hall.
' The sheeple must never be told
that a place like this even exists.'
' You can count on me not to inform them.'
I said, without moving my lips.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Hating you,
Hating you,
Hating you is what I never saw,
Hating was more like villain,
Hate was like disgrace,
Hate is like a Ruin that is Immutable,
Hate is like love not unturned,
Hating is you making love disappear,
Hating you is like you are there for me,
Hating you is like Racism created by wise people,
Hating you is like talking lies,
Hate is like face not turned in disguise,
Hate is like hating my own soul,
It is bad to hate each other,
Since hate is not love,
Stop the hate,
Since it is sweeter than bitter.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Infelicity is an ill to which all acts are heir which have the general character of ritual or ceremonial, all conventional acts.
quote by J.L. Austin
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Where Is Tomorrow
Written by orbison/dees.
Where is tomorrow? an island of dreams.
Where is tomorrow? flying on golden wings,tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? the end of time.
Where is tomorrow.youre no longer mine.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.Ill get over you.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.when tomorrow comes,
Then Ill stop loving you,tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? tomorrow is gone.
Gone losting stardust,hiding from the dawn.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.tomorrow.
I long for tomorrow.Ill be strong tomorrow.
I want cry for you tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow?
Where is tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Born To Rule
Lay down your arms this night
Surrender to the power
Embracing your metal heart
On your final walk through the snow
A hammer made of steel
From the river of blood
With magic, forged in flames
Delusions, a curse of the damned
What do you see?
Imaginary visions or reality
When you're free
Then you'll see that you are bound to rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever more
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever
The revolution forced us all to heed the final call
And if tomorrow never comes
Then we will strike the hammer down
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever more
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever
Forever, forever Rule!
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Absoluteless
tomorrow you might wake up in prison or
tomorrow you might have the most amazing orgasm of your life
or tomorrow you might be hit by a semi crossing the street or
tomorrow you might find out your significant other is cheating on you
or tomorrow you might win the lottery or
tomorrow you might get robbed & beat within an inch of your life while you are asleep
or tomorrow you might get hired to work your dream job or
tomorrow you might meet the match to blurt out all other romantic inquiries
or tomorrow you might find out you have a debilitating disease or
tomorrow you might get in a car that runs out of gas & have to walk all the way home
or tomorrow you might travel to your most sought out destination or
tomorrow you might finish your novel
or tomorrow you might win a marathon or
tomorrow you might have a heart attack
or tomorrow you might graduate with a doctorate degree or
tomorrow you might move to your favorite city
or tomorrow you might fall in love again or
tomorrow you might get a drug habit
or tomorrow you might get audited by the IRS or
tomorrow you might get sick of reading this piece
or tomorrow you might stop reading & curse the time spent
having done so.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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No Way
There are no avenues to re-route.
None that are near or leading off...
In other directions from which to choose.
There is a No Way that has come to exist.
One absent and void of promises.
There are no coming attractions,
Given chances to produce sequels to be seen.
And there are no dances around the bushes,
With innocent glances...
To forgive,
After a hollering has been done with screams.
You can count on those familiar scenes...
To be over,
With no more of them to come.
When a No Way 'again' has been mentioned.
'No way',
Will there be another door left opened.
'No way',
Will a forgotten forgiveness again be given.
And there will be 'no way'...
Today, tomorrow or the next day that follows,
Will a heart broken and scarred from mending...
You will witness to start another round,
Of excuses found.
No way...
Tomorrow or the next day to follow,
A betrayal of trust you believe I should accept.
No way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Cloisters
Time cloisters under the rafters,
Time splatters boisterous stars,
Time signifies all and nothing-
Time which fattens itself on wars.
Time has fingers; push-me pull-me,
Time has plans like night time dreams-
But time's gargantuan quagmire's shifting,
Swallowing your lucid schemes.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Disgruntled
He is not the first or the last...
To stun,
By telling what he knows is true.
Nor is he the only one...
To be labelled digruntled,
By those feeding delusion...
In their high priced silk worn suits!
He could have stayed,
And continued the betrayal...
In dismay.
But a sense of integrity,
He had to pursue.
And now he has been declared embittered,
By proclaiming
He and others have represented dishonesty.
And that was wrongly by them pursued!
And yet,
His admissions...
For whatever the ambition,
Had for years
Kept others ostracized and shunned.
Defamed they were and claimed,
To be nonconformists!
But it is much too late...
To backtrack and replaced,
To undo the destruction
And the killing that's been done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jimmy Neutron Theme
Jimmy Neutron Theme
Bowling For Soup
(Jimmy Neutron)
From here to the stars,
With my candy bars,
Rides a kid
With a knack
For inventions.
A super-powered mind,
A mechanical canine,
He rescues the day
From sure destruction.
He's gotta save the world
And get to school on time,
So many things to do
And not much time
So off the ground,
Up in the air,
Out into the atmoshpere,
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
No matter where you are,
You know he can't be far,
Watching the world
Through x-ray vision
And whenever he's around,
Where adventure can be found,
You know that Jimmy Neutron's
On a mission
He's gotta save the world
And get to school on time,
So many things to do
And not much time
So off the ground,
Up in the air,
Out into the atmoshpere,
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
Jimmy Neutron!
Who can we count on?
It's Jimmy Neutron!
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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A Fool? Or In Cahoots?
If I convinced my neighbors I had been invited to protect...
Another neighbor's backyard from enemies and thieves.
And this had gone on for years,
As I collected donations with a squeezing of everything...
Left from the pockets of those who volunteered their money,
To continue this deception I led others to believe.
And that neighbor one day was seen,
Giving away all that was prized in that backyard...
To their...'enemies? ' as all perceived.
What should I expect those surrounding neighbors to think of me?
A fool? Or in cahoots? Maybe both.
Or...believing I was going to secretly get what was given?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reason And Cause For Their Pain
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Someone is complaining...
About being misunderstood.
Everyday as if a ritual,
Fault is being made...
About someone else.
Everyday as if a ritual,
People are accused...
For something they didn't do.
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Some believes they have the right...
To excuse themselves of responsibility.
And everyday,
Someone is left to feel alone...
Still not getting the connection,
Between their misdeeds...
Aches and pains.
And those heartbreaks they receive,
They have come to perceive...
No one else has known!
And everyday without fail,
As sure as the ticking of a clock is heard...
These people will not see themselves,
The reason and cause for their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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