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That Has Always Been a Dream

Why are you playing dodgeball?
In the middle of traffic on the highway?
You 'must' have a death wish?

'I'm seeking immediated feedback.
Plus I'm testing the hearts of my fellowmen,
To prove my wellbeing is their priority!
But don't distract me.
My partner is behind you.
And getting ready to throw me the ball.
I tagged him out!
I told him he had no chance to win.
No guts...
No glory.'

Why didn't you follow.
And remove yourself out of harm's way?

'And lose my advantage?
I'm up by three points.'

I thought you were testing the hearts of your fellowmen?

'I am.
But if I win this game,
I'll also gain the sound of applause.
And that has always been a dream I wish to fulfill.
And I am 'thisclose' to achieving it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Are You Asking 'Me' Those Questions?

'What can I do?
When the world seems so screwed up.'
I ask.

'What is true for me?
And what isn't?
What is my task?
How long is this confusion I face,
Going to last? '
I ask.

'And if I pray everyday,
Will these conflicts go away?
Will these burdens be lifted?
How long can I expect to be afflicted,
By this.'
I ask.

And something inside pulled me aside.
I felt interrogated.
As if I should be stripped bare naked.
Of everything...
Including my pride!
I was not prepared to do that.
Even though everything else,
I had already tried!
And I was questioned...
By a voice I could not deny!

~When was the last time you prayed with faith?
Is it constantly done?
With a devotion felt that overcomes?
Why are you looking outside yourself...
To validate I exist.
When I sit within you...
Feeling you hide
As if from Me you resist.
How often do you listen?
And if you do...
Do you obey?
Like you say you do,
With Me in faith...
With an honesty of truth?
As you say you do everyday?
Or do you choose your obstacles with you to stay!
What is it that you wish from Me,
Anyway?
You think I'm going to sit with you,
And waste MY time away?
If you are not grateful for My presence...
How can I gift you with My blessings? ~

'Who is this?
Is this God?
And if this is...
Why are You asking 'me' those questions?
I thought you had ALL the answers? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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WHY Are You Staring At Me?

To achieve the best solution,
For this dilemma...
Let's think about this,
Together.
'They' do say,
Two minds are better than one!

'Okay.
I hear you.
That sounds good to me.
Let me clear my mind.'

What's the matter now?
Are you in pain?
Your stomach hurts?
What's going on?
Why are you doubled over like that?
Should I call a doctor.
Do you want me to call 911?

'I'm thinking.
With you.
I thought you said,
We should do this together?

Why are you staring at me?

Come on!
Stop playing around.
WHY are you staring at me? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Are You Leaving

Tell me why are you leaving
When theres no place to go
Whats this secret your keeping
You dont want me to know
Only ...... defending
cos the truth stands by itselves
Its time for honesty
I can see - theres someone else
When the dawn breaks tomorow
Will your whole life been changed
Are you sure all the sorrow
Wont just flood back again
Some strange dream youve been chasing
Its just another rainbows end
You wont find it there - not anywhere
So why pretend
Aahhhaaaahhhaaahhaahhaahaahhaahhahha (roughly)
Tell me why are you leaving
For the things that you know
If its dreams you believe in
Just how far can you go
If you leave, whats the answer
Perhaps some other side-effect
Wont you change your mind
Take some time - and Ill be there
(Ill be there)

song performed by Level 42
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Why Are You Gloating?

Why are you gloating?
You look as if you were a mouse,
Who was just awarded...
A lifetime supply of cheese.

'That's almost funny.
No.
But...
Say I 'was' that mouse.'

Okay...
Mouse.

'And that mouse was suspected of stealing cheese.
And those who made the cheese...
Did all they could to find the mouse guilty of the crime.'

Go ahead,
I'm listening.

'And...
The mouse,
Kept telling the makers of cheese...
They actually befriended rats!
And those rats were the culprits of the theft all along.'

I don't get it.
What has that got to do with you?

'You see...
The folks had their eyes focused on the mouse closely.
Under microscope.
Not realizing they socialized and entertained disguised rats.
Masquerading as wholesome folks with undeniable integrity.'

What became the outcome?

'Well...
Not only was the mouse awarded that lifetime of cheese you mentioned.
But efforts long dismissed achieved notoriety for that same mouse.'

Soooo,
'Why' are 'you' gloating?

'Forget it.
Just forget it.'

Hey,
Wait a minute.
Don't get angry with me.
You were the one to bring up the mice and rats in disguise,
Working inside a cheese factory.

Yeah...
That's right.
Walk away.
You need to lay that head down and get some rest.

No wonder I see him smiling all the time.
The dude is nuts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Are You So Mean To Me?

You tell mum, I'll break your neck,
she's already a nervous wreck,
I don't do it every day,
It doesn't hurt me anyway,
Why are you so mean to me?
you'll regret eventually,
you watch way too much TV,
I remember my first time,
I knew I had to cross the line,
I went home I cried alot,
I didn't think that I'd get caught,
I'll never be like you,
No matter what you do

song performed by Nada Surf
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Why Are You So Sensitive?

I did not say one thing about your diet.
Do not try to throw that guilt trip on me!
What I did say was 'perhaps'
The grass is not getting enough Sun.
And when we pass the flowers...
Had you noticed the petals folding inward,
As if night has fallen!
Why are you so sensitive?
All I asked you was 'if' you had heard,
The sounds being made by crickets?
I might be mistaken.
But you have to admit,
You do see the fireflies?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why are you still Talking to Me

Lord, why are you still talking to me
I have not been that person that I said that I would be
There is one thing that I wanted to pretend
that you are not real, but the truth always came to me and that you still wanted to be my friend
I want to ask you, " Why? "
What did I do to deserve this, especially when all I wanted to so do is to lie?
Well at times I am not sure, but I am glad that you are with me during all of life's trials.
I am glad that You stood by me, even though it took a long while.

poem by Frank Pulver
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Why Are You Surprised?

Tunisia, Egypt, Spain, Greece and others did protest
Economic enslavement perpetrated by global banks
Bloody wars, poverty and famine moved slowly West
So why are you surprised at U.S. joining protest ranks

ROTMS

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“It's Day 21 of Occupy Wall St. (#OWS) , a movement that has inspired Americans all over the country to fight Wall St.'s assault on their political and economic rights. Wednesday, in the biggest action yet, over 20,000 people marched in Lower Manhattan. Occupations have sprung in hundreds of cities all over the country. Occupy Wall Street is only getting bigger.”

poem by Ray Lucero
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It Has Always Been A Struggle

it has always been a struggle.

time is a thread
connecting two strange bridges
one walks
and balances in order not to fall
to the abyss
of failure

it is always a question of
how i touch love with love

i carry love and the one i touch
does not recognize the warmth of my
hands

it looks at me as though i am a stranger from a very far land

i am always broken and sometimes i wish to have the hands of Midas
not the kind that makes everything gold

i want to have the snake hairs and the gaze that can make those who do not see love in me

turn into stones.

it has always been a struggle and when the shadow of death comes with his sickle

i will speak no word at all
and gladly shall i go with it

it is my wish for now.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Are You Not As I Found You?

My wait continues, for that elusive justice I seek-
Do you really care about the truth of which I speak?
What of the natural order, what about our amazing life?
Why do you want to continue with imaginary strife?

You can't invent something in your mind-
The attempt in vain to convince others of a crime!
Truth need matter to you more than false hate next time-
The conflict between your confused mind and fragile heart, need bind!

Alone are you now with your 'conviction',
Imaginary should not have been your depiction!
You are a grave disappointment to all around you,
Why are you not as I found you?

The choice is your's for the deciding,
It is on the side of love I hope you are siding!

Maurice Harris,5 May 2008

poem by Maurice Harris
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WHY Are You So Suspicious?

Faithful?
I've been faithful to a fault.
That you would accuse me,
Of anything less is unthinkable.
Just because I bring you flowers,
Should not incite an argument.
We have been together for 5 years.

'Seven.'

Seven, five?
And I am 'still' madly in love with you...
Er...uh...uh...mmm...

'Marion.'

I was going to say Marion.

'Well...
You have a message from Margaret.
She wants to thank you,
For inflating both her 'flats'!

Is she related to Denise...
Who called last week.
To thank you for pumping her spare with air? '

No need to get upset.
The reason why I am late coming home...
Both of them are studying for the ministry.
And we met to have deep penetration!

'You mean deep 'meditation'...perhaps? '

WHY are you so suspicious?
Isn't that what I just said?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Has Not Been Your Objective

I will not slip into wickedness,
Because that is what you wish.
Nor will I pray to be forgiven of sins.
Or temptations you have teased me with.

I am not the one,
To be conditioned how to live.
With your beliefs thrown upon me,
To keep me feeling of myself as negative.

This process you have chosen,
To diminish my identity.
Will never sit well...
With contradictions you uphold.
And do not dispel.
But choose to dangle in front of me,
As a process of an equality.

And to find within restrictions,
A limitation to place my need to be me...
Will never satisfy an acceptance of a life,
That is mine!
With a pride and dignity I carry inside.
With a presence I do not seek for you to define.

To you I do not owe an existence,
By which I will sit in a wickedness...
Inflicted by your wishes,
To teach as lessons preached.
In sermons from pulpits to have me reach...
For wings in the beyond.

While you use my ignorance,
To leech from me my freedom?
In a continued display that maintains disrespect.
And you want me to believe,
This is all I can expect?
If ever you see me on my knees...
Not a vision of you do I have,
Coming to my aid with aims to please.

And blessings I have received from God,
Has taught me the clarity of that!
You are not the creator of my breath.
Or separate dreams kept,
To fulfill you can meet to satisfy or have met.
And I have known that has not been your objective!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Are You In Heaven?

Why are you in heaven?
Because it was time for me to go
Can you see that I am happy in heaven?
Yes I can see that you are happy in heaven
And I am so jealous that you are in heaven
Why you are in heave?
Because my life ended here on earth
And when I lived on earth I lived a misery of life because I was always Sick
Every single day
And cancer destroyed me and ate me away very fast
That I even died very fast
Without any mercy

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Dad, you were a true Afrikaner in your heart

Dad, you were a true Afrikaner in your heart
and when your church trampled on the Afrikaner
you would probably have walked out
with those that they were sending to hell

not because you did not care for God
as before everything you served God,
but you knew that not only religion
or a church

takes a person to heaven,
but the relationship
that you cultivate,
that a person has with God

is the actual thing
that really matters.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Why Are You Running?

Why are you running so far, so fast?
What are you running from, may I ask?
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are running, do you want to come too?

Why are you smoking so often, so deep
Surely that smoke stings your eyes, makes you weep
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are smoking, do you want to smoke too?

You're all running, all smoking, but you don't know why
You just do it and do it, but it makes me cry
Because I don't like to see people themselves kill
When they don't know why but they do it still

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Why are you Silent, Oh Cold Beauty?

Why are you silent, Oh cold beauty?
Your attire is simplicity...
Your beauty expressive like eyes of a dancer with a divine spirit...
Call I your muteness your wisdom's speech?
Or fear of a frail soul?
Should I make you divine or meek?
Innocent or ingenious?
Glory of a shrine or a dust of its pavement?
What name I give to your silence?
For u shall be beautiful still!
For a poet night is as beautiful as day…
Wisdom or fear...
Divine or meek
Innocence or ingenuity
Shrines dust or shrines glory...
All rise from heart of beauty taking different courser to meet again in the spirit of love...! !
To sail with d current of devotion with no oppression of tides...! !
With no fear of being exiled to unknown dark showers...
With buried skulls and serpents...
Born in dark...
Rose from dark…
Slept in radiance wide awake...
Speak oh beauty...
For beauty is boundless...
For it sleeps in death's arms to awake in eternities embrace...

poem by Lama Abbas
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Why Are You Waiting

What can I do Im at the door
Ive tried turning back theres no point in that now
What should I say, what should I do
Should I fix my hair oh why am I scared now
Facing the world is so hard do you know what I mean
People are so often hard and far too ready to say...hey...ohhh
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail)
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail, you wont fail)
Look at me stand outside the door
Like a frightened child with a nervous smile see
What should I do, what should I say
Should I speak at all
I am much too small now
Facing the world is so hard do you know what I mean
People are so often hard and far too ready to say...hey...ohhh
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail)
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail)
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail, you wont fail, you wont fail)

song performed by Rick Springfield
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Why Are You Here, Where Are You Going?

My friend, why are you here and do you know where you are going?
And if you do know where you're going, what's your heart's longing?

Are you a Christian who is eager to go home to see The Lord's face?
Or are you so conformed to the world you'd rather stay in this place?

Dear friend, do you want to or do you live on flowery beds of ease?
Or does life itself sometimes cause you to dropp down on your knees?

Have you ever become discouraged and wanted to pack up and leave?
Or do the things that happen in your life move you to truly believe?

Do you believe you are an insignificant part of hopeless evolution?
Or do you know you're an important part of a designed institution?

When it's all over, do you have a soul that will enter eternal life?
Or will you just be buried to rot away after you die of much strife?

You are here by procreation; this of course is not a deep revelation.
The deeper issue is God's Grace and Salvation or eternal damnation.

You made no choice to be here friend, but you will before you leave.
And God is not obligated to accept whatever you choose to believe.

Even though Salvation is a gift that God Himself chose to conceive,
He will have no part of you unless His Son you personally receive.

Indeed this is all God's design leading up to an Eternal Institution,
And Rejecting His Love brings condemnation via a powerful delusion.

(05/2003)

poem by Bob Gotti
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Adria, Adria, Adria Why Are You So Funny?

adria moya, hmm you do not like your name to be written in the poem
the problem with me is that
i am hardheaded and i am the kind of boy who does what mother
does not like me to do
i am naughty and so here i am
in all my mischief

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hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha ha

do you see the train of hahahaha
come let us ride on it and forget the sad things of our lives

i will make another one the train of

tralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralal atralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralalatralal atralalatralalatralala

it is the train of dance and laughter
come, come, come,

let us be there, what is the use of being what they want you to be?

the place is here and it must be a place of fun and laughter
and something so divine later.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Much Of That Has Already Been Approved

I am very much a part of nature.
It is there to be enjoyed.
Some believe it can be inspected,
With a manipulation of it done.
But a waste of time is all that occurs.
Since nature is a product of Earth.
And none of it is a creation,
Made from the limitation of a human mind.
That's why I choose to be observant,
And less tolerant of the feeding of ignorance.
Too much of that has already been approved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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