I never felt comfortable in real life very well. It's always been an awkward kind of thing for me and so when I hit the stage I just sensed freedom. I sensed here's a place that I can have all the experiences of life and not feel uncomfortable about it.
quote by Nick Nolte
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Approve With Each Nibble As You Taste It
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
What you choose for you and do,
Feel comfortable and live it.
No one but you can be you but you.
And make that choice to do what you choose.
With a taking of a bite out of life to taste.
Savoring it and enjoying this too!
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
What you choose for you to do,
Feel comfortable and live it.
No one but you can truly approve...
With each nibble as you taste it,
Without limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boundaryless-ness
Boundary-less
she had the habit
of cheerfully violating
others space
her charm
insulating her from rebuke.
Her beauty was boundary-less too,
almond shaped green eyes
flaming red hair
a mouth afire-
pouty with the natural sex appeal
of a goddess
a mantle she wore easily
breath-taking to behold.
Few denied her
said no to her;
she most times
never having to ask
or experience want or need.
Instead she suffered from life's satisfactions
too easily won
and she
floated through life un-moored
with an un-anchored ease
but her ability to give receded
because never exercised.
But I sensed her predicament
taking her face into my two hands
holding it tight.
I took her body
into my arms
and held it tight.
I took her mouth onto my mouth
and heard it whisper:
'I fell in love with you
because I sensed you could contain
all my boundaries
free me from
this boundarylessness
and the pain of relentless freedom.'
I understood
and wrapped my self around her
and felt her surrender
her heart
pounding;
my soul
exalting
bursting its confinements.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Part Of The Whole
For years the clouds had engulfed you
and I often looked to see where you were.
At times I doubted your very existence,
but then I sensed that you were there.
I was standing in an overcrowded room
where no one had a face,
but then an overwhelming feeling of closeness
was inexplicably taking place.
Through the chatter of the unknown faces
I sensed someone was searching for me,
but I was blind in this mass of strangers
and this searcher I just couldn't see.
I began to doubt my sense of intuition,
until the clouds let through the sun.
It was then that I saw you looking at me,
and you shone through everyone.
All around you had vanished in silence,
we became alone in time and space.
We shared the uniqueness of those few seconds
and I knew they could never be replaced.
I'd never experienced such a happening,
my breath faltered when I felt your touch.
You lifted me far above the earthly clouds,
no one should dare to ask so much.
I had no idea where you would take me,
and to be honest I didn't care.
My lungs were filled for the very first time,
I now feel a part of everywhere.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Felt Freed
One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.
There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.
And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.
And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each book, intuitively sensed and, in the case of fiction, intuitively worked out, stands on what has gone before, and grows out of it. I feel that at any stage of my literary career it could have been said that the last book contained all the others.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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What I am telling you is that Matta had a way of making you feel comfortable and that's probably why he had nine wives because he made them feel comfortable and then uncomfortable later.
quote by Robert Barnes
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The Real Thing
A mongoose can smile at a cobra
But that cobra will always be a snake
Diamante can shine like a diamond
But you know, like I know
That rock will be fake
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
You can xerox the mona lisa
Deadpan da vinci in every detail
Might beat customs on a home-made visa
But false papers
Only gets you in jail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Life wears a smile on its face
But it comes with a sting in its tail
Make believe fables have their place
But only a fool. only a fool
Believes fairy tales
I heard all the lies that they tell ya
phone me baby. the cheques in the mail
Well as fantasy. it may please ya
As the real thing
It does nothing but fail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
song performed by by Abc
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Some one near by
I sensed some one near by
Moved head to see and try
It was just wind's flow
That tried gently to blow
May be it had some sensation
Very kind with known relation
I failed to understand
I must have known it as close friend
She was whispering slowly
As wind blew nearly
Without any speed
Very much eager to lead
I remembered her gentle hands
Put on my eyes to make me not to see blind
But that reminded me of her body fragrance
I had occasion to smell it by chance
I was so much blown by your presence
That was as if I felt as real essence
The love has special attraction
That can't be substituted by any action
I fear to be blown off into pieces
As it may fail to withstand embrace
You wear gorgeous look on face
I just feel its gentle presence
You have reminded me of precious relation
You were not present but purely gave an indication
You may not be with me all the times
But will always remind me with times
I am burning with rage
As if locked in cage
Let our love appear on golden page
And played beautifully on stage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Same Inside
Walking to your place for a love fest
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar women.
I took her hand,
kissed her delicate cheek,
we talked, she was
the same inside as I am,
from the same kind,
I sensed this instantly
as a dog knows by scent
another dog.
I gave her money,
I could not part from her.
After all, one needs
someone who is close.
And then I no longer knew
why I was walking to your place.
poem by Anna Swirszczynska
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Awkward Age
I should have know that you were only just fifteen
You had a scowl like a Klingon beauty queen
Old enough to stand out but to young to stand with pride
So uncomfortable in your messed-up skin
And the cool parties never let you in
I can still relate to being so high and dry
Don't cry...
You're just at an awkward age
We'll all be fine
Disgraceful under pressure
Don't toe the line
You're just at an awkward age
Don't cry- just an awkward age
Don't cry
You're just at an awkward...
You look at me like i know what's going on
I'm looking back and i wonder what went wrong
I really thought by now a few things might clarify
I got a mind that goes out to lunch for days
And a body that sometimes disobeys
I get into the parties but i hate them 'cos i'm shy
Oh my...
I'm still at an awkward age
We'll all be fine
Disgraceful under pressure
Don't toe the line
You're just at an awkward age
Don't cry- just an awkward age
Don't cry
You're just at an awkward...
We're supposed to be happy
Supposed to be tough
Supposed to be flawless
Snd buy the right stuff
They want us all swimming
Don't care if we drown
Do don't let 'em take you down
It's a scary mountain to climb up without a guide
Besides...
We live in an awkward age
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Abortive Forever
I sat quite and quieter more
I've not believed that it would ever happen someday
I've not even sensed that my day'll will be so worthless without you....
I've not even sensed that the person whom i trusted the most will someday turn so cruel to me! ! ! !
When you were with me it was so easy to scribble down the words, and was so easy to illustrate it.....
but now words fears to come over my mind and i become helpless
that was the only way, i used to help myself, but now its all over....
I m so abhorrent, thinking about how i could easily believed
someone.
I gave my utmost to bring you back to me.....
but that was all an abject, whatever i was trying since till today was all an abject....
can you take me back, place where i actually belong?
can you be the one, what you used to be?
can you make me smile again?
can you make me believe in you again?
but all remain unanswered.....
everything was gone....
and my story remain abortive forever! ! ! !
^-^ love you guys....
poem by Lyangmit Vungmoo
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Winter Musing
And the December weather
was upon you and the winter
evenings were drawing in and
she wanted to hold your hand
as you walked home after getting
off the school bus and the cold
air bit into flesh and you held her
hand and sensed the pulse in her
and the life there and the skin
on skin thing and some kind of
electrical buzz through your veins
and into your heart and head and
the traffic went by fast pushing up
wet from the road and you remember
the black tarmac then and her years
later by cruel cancer dragged dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Las Palabras De Amor
Guilt stains on my pillow
Blood on ny terraces
Torsos in my closet
Shadows from my past live is real
Life is real, life is real, so real
Sleeping is my leisure
Waking up in a minefield
Dream is just a pleasure dome
Love is a roulette wheel - life is real
Life is real, life is real, oh yeah
Success is my breathing space
I brought it on myself
I will price it
I will cash it
I can take it or leave it
Loneliness is my hiding place
Breastfeeding myself
What more can I say
I have swallowed the bitter pill
I can taste it, I can taste it
Life is real, life is real, life is real
Music will be my mistres
Loving like a whore
Lennon is a genius
Living in every pore
Life is real, life is real, life is real, so real
Life is cruel
Life is a bitch
Life is real - so real
song performed by by Queen
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I found them uncomfortable and after that I decided to continue running barefoot because I found it more comfortable. I felt more in touch with what was happening - I could actually feel the track.
At the dark hour
Our love was conceived as a secret,
an oath between you and me
and in silence we adored each other
and I felt your pulse beating in your nipple
with only a sigh from your tender lips,
but your eyes spoke words
talked their own sentences
and I sensed the language of your body
of your whole being when you enveloped me
and although war is a damned thing,
filled with sorrow, with a unknown tomorrow
it did bring us together,
maybe to cling to life during the fading light
and your loving
in this night, this hour of darkness
will forever stay with me.
[Reference: At the dark hour by Paul Dehn.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Little Fatigue
I felt little fatigue and tiredness
It reflected clearly on my face
I searched for tree's shed
The feet were unable to lead
It started with deep breathing
Lungs were in trouble and heart was beating
Faster than the rate permissible
I felt deeply and sensed it as trouble
Sun was at its height
I thought it will be too late
It was certain to be taken over by fate
I decided to rush towards gate
I don't know how far I rested
But my patience was tested
I was approaching some dead end
Now I must think seriously and change the trend
I never saw shade of body this before
I was arrogant in behavior therefore
I never thought that I am growing old
One day I may have to bid bye to the world
First time I witnessed shadow
I had not allowed it to grow
Kept body fit and exercised
But last leg of journey was not revised
The shadow was taking me over
It had grown larger than my full body cover
I realized it was real life with evening
The crisis was not over but deepening
First time I felt like and old man
Far away from the truth as human
Life was never meant to result in such tragedy
I felt over it several times already
I shall not be dejected
As mind had over reacted
It is blessed cycle of eternity
Put into practice by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I feel like I've been robbed!
We've both made choices.
Not once did I question
Those you made.
I never compared your way of life...
Or whether you lived it right or wrong.
Or to how many charities you gave,
If any.
I did,
However...
Discovered you felt uncomfortable,
That I had felt at ease.
Knowing I had no exorbitant mortgage.
Or neighbors to keep up with to please.
Or that my basic life involved having no car to drive.
I enjoy all types of people.
But I am not one to wine and dine,
Or constantly socialize.
I had admired that about you.
You loved what you did and I did too!
But today,
You seem critical of the life I've made.
The only thing that has changed...
Is my age.
I've never been into 'things'
That could come and go away.
Or try to hold onto pretensions...
To show even though they fade.
What you valued is gone and did not stay.
And why that angers you...
Is between you and your 'beliefs'.
Don't try to hold that against me.
Wasn't it you who once said...
I was delusional and feared reality instead?
Well...
I am living in my 'reality'!
What have you found so upsetting about yours?
Oh...
Was it those things that made it more realistic?
Giving you more of a sense of self worth?
But why is it you feel that way now?
When I still have less 'things' than you!
'I don't have a car or a home anymore.
And last week I was laid off my job!
My 401k is worthless.
And I feel like I've been robbed! '
Gee.
That's too bad.
And all this time,
I've been feeling blessed.
And that's real odd!
Because I don't,
Right now...
Have a penny in my pocket!
And there you are...
Faithless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I never felt comfortable with myself, because I was never part of the majority. I always felt awkward and shy and on the outside of the momentum of my friends' lives.
quote by Steven Spielberg
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Poem If This Love Only Exist In My Dreams Than I Want To Sleep Forever
If this love only exist in my dreams than please do not wake me up
because I'm so deeply involved with this dream that I want it to last forever.
I feel so comfortable when I'm in my dream it almost like I'm in reality
everything feels so real your touch is just so tender your kiss is just so sweet
My word how can this be a dream when it feels so real to me do you feel the same or is it just me, me and my dream
but what kind of life can you have sleeping cause in my dream you the only thing that makes sense
what about other part of my life should I just abandon them because of my dream because of you my so called love or rather soul mate. Every time I wake up reality checks in and remind me of how unhappy I am with you but I am so in love with you, maybe I should spend my days sleeping so please do not wake me up cause I'm so in love with my dream.
poem by Zinhlejobe Sithole
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Awe Of Life
Focus on life, on all of life, your good dreams, the feelings, aliveness, the sublimeness, the beauty, love, meaning, wonder, such alive real dreams are life of life, they are you, more than you as well as ahead of you, making real your share of paradise now. Actively be with them, put into meaning, into understanding, into discernment the painful, hurt, dark, complex emotions, feelings while you hold onto your good memories, experiences, feelings, your joyous experiences are the digestive enzymes of the negative. One is light the other is substance. You only grow, you only get stronger, only wiser, when you face both. That is how the good is released into this world; that is how you truly stand in this dwelling place from your soul. This is the only way this world as well as your next world is made real, more humane, more fulfilling to our real many deep and not so deep desires, more spiritual. I do not have to tell you what happens when you become one-sided.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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