What Use Threats?
What use threats
which sometimes
often usually achieves
the opposite effect
to hoped for outcomes
to desired intentions.
Concern warning
given in genuine love
quietly heartfelt
is more appropriate.
Why put
hurting souls
into corner
of told you so?
Why rub
down people up
in abusive
critical ways?
Why kick victims
down on their knees
who have fallen
on their karma face?
Is now not
the best time
to help them
to their feet?
Time enough later
for victims of misfortune
caused by multiple reasons
to pain error
learn wisdom
life inherent
in such lessons.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Cant Stop Hurting You
She looked at me with eyes that cut right through me and said
You must be blind
Let me tell you a little something about yourself
Youre the hurtin kind
I must admit after the pain and fight
Ive a sneaking suspicion that you might be right
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I cant stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you, its getting bad
I dont know what to do
I see you packing up all your precious little things
That mean so much to you
I hurt you now youre moving out again
But we know just what youll do
Well see the error of our ways in crime
With conciliatory promises well change this time
I love you, I love you, I love you
But I cant stop hurting you
I want to, I want to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you, its getting bad
I dont know what to do
I love you, I love you
I cant stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you
Its getting bad, I dont know what to do
And when you go I miss you all night
The wounds heal from the scratch and bite
I dont know whats wrong
I dont know whats right
But I cant stop hurting you
I cant stop hurting you
We talk so coolly about the pros and cons
When I get hot headed I just cant hold on
I love you, I love you, I love you
I cant stop hurting you
I need to, I need to
I cant stop hurting you
I cant, I cant
I cant stop hurting you
Its getting bad, I dont know what to do
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Victims Of Circumstance
They stand bewildered by all that goes around them,
living within their own little worlds,
which we cannot even understand.
These victims of circumstance stand.
We all look on and bow our heads,
when they bury victims of war,
but turn away whenever we see
these poor lost souls.
Some are there because of defects at birth,
others the aftermath of disease,
while others involved in accidents,
and left to suffer humiliation.
The brain is a wonderful thing,
when it functions properly,
functioning wrong its host
is charged with insanity.
There are those who are violent,
and in institutions are the only life they will ever see.
Others have strange ways, and act in a childlike manner be.
While others need constant attention, because of hardly any brain activity.
All are victims of circumstance,
beyond anyone’s control.
They would live a normal life,
if they had a choice to be.
They are victims shunned by society,
who say they are a blight, on our lives,
and locked away out of sight,
every one of them should be.
No one wants to associate with them;
their only friends are of their own kind.
They look out with pleading eyes,
for someone who may be kind.
The names they are called are hurtful,
yet they do not understand.
These poor lost souls
only ask for a helping hand.
Those who have worked with the mentally ill,
will tell you, not all of them are stupid.
They can feel just like us, love, hurt and pain.
Some can do what we call menial tasks
and others look after themselves.
Sadly, some do need to be institutionalized
because they are dangers to themselves or others,
and some have to be there for the constant attention that they need.
Yet others because they look somewhat strange,
and do childish things at times.
They are all labelled under an umbrella,
and simply called insane.
But, for the grace of God,
we might have walked with them there,
these victims,
victims of circumstance.
18 - 19 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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An individual has not begun to live until he can rise above the narrow horizons of his particular individualistic concerns to the
broader concerns of all humanity. And this is one of the big problems of life, that so many people never quite get to the point of rising above self. And so they end up the tragic victims of self-centeredness. They end up the victims of distorted and disrupted personality. … These are the people who cannot face disappointments. These are the people who cannot face being defeated. These are the people who cannot face being criticized. These are the people who cannot face these many experiences of life which inevitably come because they are too centered in themselves.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Hurting A Girl Like Me
You hurt me once,
Never ever again
I was blind once
Believing everything you told me
You are like everybody else
I am closing my heart out for sure
Now nobody comes in and nobody comes out
I will not get hurt
Especially by you
I am sorry it came down to this
But that's how I feel
And the feeling will never go away
Thanks to you
You must feel really proud of yourself
Hurting a girl like me
I am going to miss the happy moments
But they are now clouded with the pain you have caused for me
I didn't want this to happen
You caused this
All by yourself
I bet you feel like a big boy now
Hurting a girl like me
So how did it feel
To hurt a girl like me
Do you ever think about it
About the pain you caused me
Do you have problems sleeping at night
Or do you sleep like a baby that you are
My heart can't have anymore heartaches
I am shutting it down for sure
You can't get back in
I must admit
You caught me off gaurd
And I repayed with your news
Thinking about how it would feel
To hurt a girl like me is so unshameful
Do you ever have regrets
About hurting a girl like me
Do you ever think about
The look on my face
When you broke my heart
I can't get your grin
Off my mind
When you told me it was over
So there you go
Hurting a girl like me
poem by Makayla Straight
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Have you Really ever understood yourself?
Life is a journey of lessons
But we get lost in recess
on the way
Homework forgotten and neglected
far too much time
spent in play
We became followers and shirkers
Too lazy to put effort in
Where we could have made ourselves
brilliant
We just struggled with no depth within
Religion was made for the lazy
the ones who lost touch long ago
The Bible a book packed with lessons
that most of the world didn't know
A misunderstood work used in error
Wars caused through Man's ignorance
of the word
Left a world struggling in terror
long buried truth never heard
Religion was born out of fears
a lost time with nothing to hold
superstition was ripe and compelling
It caused man to become violent and bold
The truth is that man is but spirit
here on this earth as his school
a place where trial an error
have made religion the work of a fool
Spirit was given a place here
to have faith in a God it can trust
Believing in him is the answer
accepting this fact is a must
We need to get rid of religions
Cults that man now seeks for power
get back to the truth in our system
for this is the time and the hour
We have a mind so amazing
we can be anything that we think
without superstition and religion
our spirit fills with wisdom to the brink
Nothing holds back a true spirit
No religion or cult formed by man
Control by those people not Gods will
Certainly was not part of God's plan
Within us we hold all the power
That was given to us for our own
We just have to think it to receive it
The power of this not well known
Man may never learn his lessons
and have to return over again
but during the time of his schooling
he will have to start using his brain.
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Guilt Rides Attached To The Backs
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
The very ones who find time to solicit others,
To betray without delay a doing done to charade.
For purposes to see others fail they do this.
To only discover there is no escaping from their tricks.
Or erase every evil and heartbreak they have created...
Placed undeserving on someone's path.
With an infliction of mistreatment.
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
And nothing can or will ever repay,
For the suffering they have caused and intentionally done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mental Hospital
There was a doctor of death
a maker of pain
all he ever said
was don't play games
I was an innocent man
in a sea of pain
but all I could see
was the broken dreams
of the lost souls
walking the corridor
of hope and pain
High royds hospital
never broke me
but it took twenty years
to shake the pain
of doctor death
Now it's time
for all the lost souls
to be laid to rest
No one ever helped them
deal with their pain
they was just a face
with no name
Find the victims
ease their pain
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Love On The Rocks
on the rocks victims
pain suffering swallowing
daily bitterness pills
poor John/Jane Doe
did she/he dump him/her?
collapsing house of cards?
lost lovers clever persons
in terms of finding comfort
in life net probabilities?
Kelly/Sally maybe he/she
believed that it was going to be
fairytale eternal love forever?
in term of finding nest comfort
in life luxury security probably...
flash forward he/she moved out
will not get a foot back in door
list 2/3 other broken marriages
should have taught sharp lessons
good things lots of work need
time effort honesty in the end
not everyone achieves dreams
skill foundations
time effort are important
heart shaping dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Against The Pain
I'm sick and I’m tired
“And tired” always follows sick
I’m sick and tired
Of all the tears and pain
The never-ending list
Of the hurt and the slain
Is there really anything in this war to gain?
No more tears
No more pain
I’m sick and tired of the suffering I hear everyday
Every time I turn on the news
There’s always something bad they have to say
To hear something good, so much money I would pay
Everyday I cry
For this is everyone’s life
The hurt, big or small
We’re still victims of it all
Those who overcome it
They are the candles
Dimly lighting our life’s darkness
To see a genuine smile on one’s face
Makes better that time in space
poem by Chanel Jackson
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Victims No More
Victims No more on this Mother Earth,
No More killing of her
people, animals, mammals, fish and birds,
to them she has given birth.
Yes, victims no more,
For all of us as one,
what you do unto the innocent
with your weapons,
has devastating repercussions.
From a standpoint of victims you make us your slaves,
bringing all of us to an early grave.
No Victims of the Sea,
the sea creatures are meant to have a destiny,
and swim in an ocean that is clean.
No one is here to have their homes taken away from them,
be it through pollution of oil from which it stems.
This oil drilling has to end.
So put down your weapons.
Copyright 2010 Christina Surnise
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Can You Now Sing
Can you now sing...
Katrina victims.
Treated less than human beings.
And labelled refugees!
For purposes to show how low,
Demons can demean.
You are in my mind.
And from my insight I wont let go.
Don't think God has forgotten.
Your lives have been prioritized.
Know this...
God loves you so!
Those who still can not believe,
We are all inhabitants of one Earth.
All of us born to one day die.
To nourish and replenish this Earth as dirt.
Lessons they have yet to learn...
Concerning what goes around eventually returns.
Now many suffer much worse than you,
Katrina victims.
Your pain endured has come for millions to feel.
And this is just the beginning for them...
To realize God is alive and real!
Can you now sing...
Katrina victims.
Treated less than human beings.
And labelled refugees!
For purposes to show how low,
Demons can demean.
You will!
You will!
You will!
God is alive and real!
And can feel as you do.
You will sing.
You will heal and love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victims No More
Victims No more on this Mother Earth,
No More killing of her
people, animals, mammals, fish and birds,
to them she has given birth.
Yes, victims no more,
For all of us as one,
what you do unto the innocent
with your weapons,
has devastating repercussions.
From a standpoint of victims you make us your slaves,
bringing all of us to an early grave.
No Victims of the Sea,
the sea creatures are meant to have a destiny,
and swim in an ocean that is clean.
No one is here to have their homes taken away from them,
be it through pollution of oil from which it stems.
This oil drilling has to end.
So put down your weapons.
Copyright 2010 Christina Surnise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Believe In People
people
I still believe in people
inherent
potential good in people
even
poor lost souls life afflicted
time
cry of heart cry of soul
redeems
people who want to change
people
who resolve with purpose
to change
chance acts heroic restore
reputation
atone for human error sin
God
always always loves the sinner
merely
hates levels of deception sin
all
angels in heaven rejoice when
even
one single sinner is repentance saved
time
enough for each day its own evil
time enough
for all who in heaven would be saved
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As I Was Told
As I was told,
When I was not to old
About wisdom in many thoughts.
Always to look both ways,
Never from home do I stray
And always, release what I have caught.
But then I got older
Once again much bolder
And my parents gave me more advice.
Never anyone do I judge
Try never to hold a grudge
And always forgive, at least twice.
Then when they talked about money
And though, I thought it was funny
But never loan it too family and or friends.
As if I do make that mistake
That worry alone I must take
So never do I borrow, or do I lend.
Now when it was my time to teach
All though my son said preach
The lessons that I was taught.
In this world that he does travel
I don't want his world to unravel
From the things that he seek or sought.
But then one lesson I did learn
From which I had been burned
One that kept me in emotional danger.
So to my son this I will say
Work hard and be righteous everyday
And for work, always hire a stranger.
So there are lessons to be learned
To keep you from being burnt
When you walk down life's bumpy road.
Some will be given by your mother
And some given from many others,
But learn them all, as I have been told.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total Mass Retain (single Version)
Anderson/Squire)
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side t
Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down
song performed by by Yes
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Total Mass Retain (single Version)
Anderson/Squire)
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side t
Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down
song performed by by Yes
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The More We Try
The more we try
Sung by - kenny loggins -
Some lessons are forever
Never need to change
Write and the word is written
Then we turn the page
But some lessons take forever
Time and time again
Caught in a battle that you cant surrender
And can never win
You tried to make me the boy of your dreams
The ones that you never could find
You thought you saw your face in mine
The more we try, the more we just get lonely
Though youve shown me how
The things you say are true
The lesson learned
Is no concern
If you dont even know me
To need love is all I really learned from you
The more we try, the more we just get lonely
Though youve shown me how
The things you say are true
The lessons learned
Are no concern
Cause you dont even know me
Sure youve done what you can do
But when all our time is through
To be loved is all I ever needed of you
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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