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In The Darkness
Your nakedness is now exposed to us,
Because of what you did last night;
But it is very common around us and,
It is seen everywhere!
And your desire is like the mind of the masses,
But the wind came in and in the darkness you were exposed!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Many Names
Yo want it to be seen so,
You exposed it to the masses!
You want it to be loved so,
You exposed it to the world;
And now the streets have too many names for you,
And like your musical abilities in the land of war! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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Exposed on the cliffs of the heart
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
(but how tiny) still one last
farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it?
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground
under your hands. Even here, though,
something can bloom; on a silent cliff-edge
an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air.
But the one who knows? Ah, he began to know
and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart.
While, with their full awareness,
many sure-footed mountain animals pass
or linger. And the great sheltered birds flies, slowly
circling, around the peak's pure denial. - But
without a shelter, here on the cliffs of the heart...
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to Hell?
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kiss the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
And I'll never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
Didn't call
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
As she calls
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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her favorite color: Bleu Ciel.....
she wants
blue open sky
love's adventure....
so,
she puts on
a blue sky shirt.....
with the neck exposed to the sun....the hands are also exposed.....
anythings else
is contrasted
with a dark
blue sky
fancy...chicago....sub.... garage sale.....lingeray....
poem by Atef Ayadi
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to hell
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kissed the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
And Ill never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
And she calls
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Classified
Classified, class, deal, as, if, lead, lass, die, fed, flies, dies, ace, sad, lie, sale;
Hear and give ear to my words!
For the round corner of your room is now exposed to me.
Classified, fields, fail, fails, dial, ale, lace, dice, side, ice, aide, lied, lies, sales;
And like the love of your muse with joy!
But hear my words and learn also from me,
For the round corner of your room is now exposed to me.
Classified, lad, lid, led, sail, face, faces, sides, fades, side, aid, case, laid, sled;
With words of love and words of peace,
But remember always to do the right thing!
For th corner of your room is now exposed to me.
Classified, cad, clad, field, lies, aids, acid, field, fields, acids, cases, lair, laird;
With the memories of your love and the joy of peace!
But hear and give ear to my works;
For the round corner of your room is now exposed to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What's A Moral Standard?
I thought I told you no more TV,
Until you finished your homework.
'What's a moral standard,
Valued and maintained...
As a focus of our principles? '
Turn that off!
And do as I say.
'You said you did not want me to watch,
Violence and corruption.
Or channels that exposed sexual overtones.'
Nor do I want you to watch debating politicians.
There is enough crime and decadence,
Exposed to you children as it is.
Now...
Turn that off and do as I say.
'Do you and dad use condoms? '
WHAT?
'Do you and dad use condoms?
I have to write an essay on it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Nicer
In the Salt River Canyon
Right on the white bridge,
Photogenic,
You stood, both knees exposed-
I clicked and clicked.
The off-white salt pillars
Could be photographed all day;
And a myriad of stars all night.
One can see the richness in the lore exposed there: rock and tree.
I envy those who first came here,
Centuries ago with no cameras
To capture the glory,
Only tongues to tell the tales.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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In Stubborn Wishful Missions
As exposed as truth has become,
To lay stripped in raw nakedness...
Under a clear Sun...cloudless!
And without a shadow to cast,
The appearance of its existence...
As had been done in the past,
By those passing to barter shared doubts...
There are those still refusing,
To see truth for what it is.
And they gather together,
In stubborn wishful missions...
Hoping their prayers will chase truth away,
For something that is more suitable...
That will keep their delusions fed.
As exposed as truth has become,
With nothing left to be said or read to be done...
Between lines to redefine its existence or content.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Would I Convince?
What are you doing?
'I've awakened this morning,
Deciding I would get serious.'
Serious?
Serious about what?
'My creative abilities.
And expand upon my capabilities.'
I thought you were applying that?
Haven't you been serious?
'Naw,
I was just testing a few ideas.
A few concepts.
Now...
I am ready to begin to unleash my talents.'
So what is that you are doing?
'I've begun to scratch the surface!
How else should I start.
How else should I begin?
I am removing the dust from it now.'
What about the people?
'What people?
What about them?
The people who believe,
They've 'already' been exposed to your 'gifts'...
Those...
Talents?
Or whatever they are called.
'My gifts?
Exposed?
I haven't unwrapped them yet!
Who has been spreading these rumors?
Folks aint got nothing else to do but lie?
OH?
Oh...
They believe my rehearsals,
Have been the real deal!
Hopefully I will be forgiven,
When I reveal the actual product!
And I've got several to launch.
I forgot!
People will accept 'anything' remotely expressing 'talent',
As the real deal.
Wow.
I have to remind myself about that.
Don't you say a word to anyone about this.
You hear me? '
Even if I did...
Who would I convince?
There are some people who actually believe,
They've been exposed to your greatest work.
'LOL...
Ssshhh,
I know.
LOL...
I know!
Stop it,
My stomach hurts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Fresh Brook Flows
Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.
Dawn leaves its chill to a warming.
As birds are heard chirping.
And all of nature seems to sing.
Smiling faces seen to grace,
In places where we go.
Letting known their feelings shown.
As blooming flowers are exposed.
And laughter shared among the children,
Bring instant memories.
And romance filled remembered dances,
Slowly...
Like a fresh brook in a forest flows.
Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.
Dawn arrives with Sunrise warmings,
As nature scents with a lingered tingling.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.
Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Show Me That Scripture
Those restricting their existence,
To live within limits...
Are foolish if they believe,
The Creator of abundance...
Follows this same philosophy.
Especially,
When there are so many different varieties of life.
So many diverse species,
Inhabiting without being given an approval...
From another,
What their perception is to accept as right.
To control by 'assumptions'.
That are dictated through interpretation...
By those showing an exposed hypocriscy.
And a 'lunacy' obvious and clearly exposed.
If 'this' is what the Creator choose...
Myth as it is known to be documented,
Would not have taken The Almighty years to achieve...
Such a diverse way to destroy what God created in seven days.
IF those who quote from 'myths' knew 'anything...
About what GOD wants!
And I am sure The Creator did not intend,
For fools to dictate human policy and rule!
Show me that scripture.
It needs to be notorized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Point Of View In Which It Is Beheld
The more one becomes exposed,
The closer the search,
A microscope perched...
Is used for the purpose,
To locate a blemish or a flaw that shows.
To have thick skin,
And a clear direction one moves in...
Is certainly a preferred prerequisite,
For someone unaccustomed...
To be critiqued like a novelty,
With neither feelings or emotions...
That can be detected by intruding whims.
People have curiosities,
To satisfy a probing need.
But anyone who knows what they do,
Invites unsolicited opinions.
And prepared with expectations...
To be picked and plucked,
And sometimes followed.
A perfectness sought by inspection...
Is as difficult to please,
As is a beauty is difficult to define...
Through the eyes of one trying to describe it,
From a point of view in which it is beheld.
No one exposed is not going to escape,
From a taste of some fed hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Own Them
Are my two balls
Too big for you?
When they are exposed and admired...
Do you become ashamed
You have none to show too?
You want your friends to believe,
You wear the pants in here!
I played along with you for years...
But it is what it is,
And if I would leave...
You would be in tears.
They are loved,
And you like them there!
Hanging in front of your nose.
Just as they appear!
So why are you letting small town talk
And gossip you hear...
Make you feel these balls and not for you,
And near!
Are my two balls
Too big for you?
When they are exposed and admired...
Do you become ashamed
You have none to show too?
If you let me be the man I am
And not one just to screw...
Like your friends and neighbors
Tell you they do
Behind the backs of their spouses,
And that's a fact that's true!
It will be much better...
If you decided I own them!
They are mine,
Hanging in front of my behind!
And they are there to share with you.
Anytime you've got an hour or two!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden
your sweetness remains hidden
through your muted silence
the warmth of your embrace
locked in the coldness of your dreams
when will ever they be
exposed with the sun?
your longing for love
remains locked
in the unknown dome
within the frozen sentiments
of your blinded eyes
unseen by the uncaring heart
of an unknown explorer
of the deep abyss
of a calous mind
what a waste of beauty and charm
only to be hidden within the praise
of someone's heart
lost in a maze of
bottled up emotions
of an uncaring soul...
EXPOSED DO NOT HIDE..HATE THAT WASTE.....
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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In Time Past
Unknown to me was your nakedness so exposed!
But, deeply accepted by the mystics of your love around;
And in a scholar's shoes i will sing my heart out! !
For, it is very strange that, we don't talk to each other anymore.
I was the right person for you in time past,
But the gallery of silence is now what we share on this issue today;
And like an imaginary story in the land of many waters!
However, this muse today is like, the inexplicable titles of the world.
Religions, governments, towns, houses, countries, laws! !
And like the teenage pregnancy which is now on the rise;
But in time past with your muse when you exposed yourself to me,
And you laid bare to the roots of love!
But today, it is possible that, it may blur us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I once did love
I onced loved a girl
O her eyes as fair as the sun
I onced loved this girl
Whose voice laid me to rest
But this girl was exposed
Exposed to life
That Is when I onced loved a woman.
A woman with a heart
But the woman had died
Now I must part
I onced loved lady
She was different from the woman
O her looks were so great
But life consumes everything we belive that is great
poem by Nicholas Casillas
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