Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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Seeing the horror
Seeing the horror
Voice choked
Words indistinct
Words broken
Seeing the horror
Seeing the horror
You understand me
And appeared
You appeared and
I got relieved.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Goatless
Before us is an empty slate
we can impress how we please
Bombard them with the usual schlock
whatever we've got up our sleeve
Teach them that violence can solve all their problems
Teach them to act on a whim
The horror the one we present is just where the horror begins...
Violent fantasy
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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Exquisite B.S.
Exquisite B.S.
Finessed at its best.
This wont sit to become fossilized.
Maneuvered?
Yes!
The finest B.S.
Gets to be marketed.
Exquisite B.S.
Tested for perfection.
To leave no guessing game to correct.
As this exquisite B.S. is set...
To endure without stopping.
To ensure its success.
No remnants will be left,
To forge with a defense...
By those unconvinced,
It is solidly based in cement.
And will not ferment...
As circumvented intentions meant,
Are sent.
This is exquisite B.S. to document!
To subdue those who protest.
And addict those who confess...
A weakness they get.
As if to crave a feeding,
With a licking of lips with a wish...
For more of it.
To induce into seduction,
With an unlimited fix.
Until the power of thinking,
Independently...
Lifts from minds,
That are drugged to drift!
Exquisite B.S.
Yes!
Yes!
YESSSSS!
And as delicious to offset,
Any cure that should manifest...
With attempts to correct!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Injured
Feeling Injured
-Under the Shadow of Power
Wind from the darkness is silent
There’s nothing but passion and sad
Fierce my heart
Sensitive words was injured by the heavy mind
Who streaming from the wound is not the dead blood
But the lively hope
Passion is the flame burning in the ice
But in reality dream can not wonder
In the place where it was born
Mind, the weak in shivering is still dreaming
How can he enter his paradise from reality the hell
poem by Snowheart Warlik
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Darkness to Light
Darkness falls
Over the moonlit sky
Shadows of youthful
Moments invade my mind
In a barage of soulful heartbeats
Having little dreams of reality
Gods of mythology
Speak in jest
Trying to impress on me
While being thankful
To my higher power
Bearing witness to a serenities night
As I stair through my office window
I ponder what world peace
Would truly be like
To have, hold and squeeze the marrow
Out of you and me
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Power Of Love
Mama don't mind, 'cause your Mama don't know
But if your father finds out that we're all alone
He's gonna change your mind and rearrange my bones
But the power of love is like a tidal wave
It can pick you up and knock you on the floor
make you do the things you never done before
Don't imagine that you're free
There's no escaping from reality
You're under the spell, under the power of love
Turn the lights down low, lights down low
And the hi-fi high, hi-fi high
Put the lock on the door, pull the curtains to
Don't want the world to know I'm getting close to you
Well you never see it never see it
But you sure can feel it sure can feel it
And if you get the taste, you'll get the hunger pains
You'll be hooked for life, never be the same
Everybody's gonna see
There's no escaping from the mystery
You're under the spell, under the power of love
That's the power of love, the power of love
The power of love, the power of love
The power of love, the power of love
So you're sitting in a restaurant
And you feel so nonchalant
When the waiter says "what'll it be"
You start to speak, then suddenly
A pretty girl walks 'cross the floor
You ain't thinking 'bout food - no more
The power of love is like a tidal wave
It can pick you up and knock you on the floor
make you do the things you never done before
Don't imagine that you're free
There's no escaping from reality
You're under the spell, under the power of love
That's the power of love, the power of love
The power of love, the power of love
The power of love, the power of love
The power of love, the power of love
Power of love, the power of love, the power of love-acap
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Yes Januar
at a loss of words
one can only give
silence,
broken
this mind that relies on words
reality pointing to another
reality
one at a time
yes januar
i do not stop
i am sharpening my tools
to smoother
the x's and
y's.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words of Fire
Words of Fire,
Words of Power,
With the force of a steam train,
With the speed of a bullet,
You hit me.
You knocked me off my high horse,
Upon the ground I lay,
Unable to move,
Such is the power of your word,
You hit me.
When first I read your word,
Words of Fire,
Words of Power,
The threat of culpable damnation,
The gift of undeserved salvation.
You are the living Word,
The only word,
Who was,
Who is,
Who is to come.
Words of Fire,
Words of Power,
Words of Eternity,
Words of Fire,
That burn within my heart.
From my youth,
My hair now grey,
Those words of Fire,
Those words of Power,
My life maintained.
poem by Steven Reeve
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There Is Nothing Like a Dose Of Reality
What has been said,
Has been said.
What has been done,
Has been done.
People can flaunt their religious attiutudes.
And call themselves what they want.
Be it Christian, Moslem, Protestan or Jew.
If feelings are hurt,
A forgiveness will not do it.
Manipulations take place.
And people are accustomed,
To give false smiles to hide their two faces.
However,
When feelings are hurt...
It is over!
When misdeeds are done...
Bitterness is not easily erased.
These are not just words,
Written to impress on a page.
Observe this as it is.
And not from a rose colored perspective.
There is nothing like a dose of reality,
To capture in one's mind.
To then leave delusions, fantasies and pretentions behind.
When reality can be approached,
And honesty accompanies...
Necessities to plan, create and/or start wars,
Will end!
Hopefully before ignorance destroys this planet.
Mother Nature aint into manipulation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now That It Is Shown
Whatever it is you thought it was...
Isn't.
Nor had it been.
Although you were convinced...
It would never end.
And now that it is shown,
What you believed was known...
Has gone.
You want to know what is going on.
Reality as it should be!
Had not been introduced.
Not like it is now...
For all to see.
And many are in denial...
That 'this' reality,
Is not what they expected...
To leave such an effective,
Truthfulness!
And those nourished on complete fantasy...
Believe 'reality' should be encouraged,
To approach them!
As a means to allow its acceptance!
And sickened by an exclusivity nonexistent.
'Why are they here dressed in tuxedos and furs? '
They wish to show themselves as the chosen.
And have come to impress the unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Of Poetry
The mystery of words wisdom of the heart to each
angelic form, the voice of emotion in verse.
The melody of heart speak in words that feels the
emotion to express the deepness of feeling in the mind.
Thoughts of words flow to the emotion to make meaning,
to the essence that moves, sensitivity inside emotion
through the words.
Intellect of mind with the knowledge of experience power of
wisdom transcend to composition to unlock the perfect will of
words justify hidden truth.
The magnificent power compose words gives roots
blossom to the garden of heart and bring fruits to the heart of men.
Love kind words are power to win oneself to transform the
beauty of inside emotion to one particular individual.
The poetry, words of wisdom comes from inner motives of
good heart that gives us privilege to express the hidden
beauty of thoughts inside mind to put it in words.
The power to dominate inside individual for beauty and
wonder purpose of life.
Copyright (c) Jocelyn Dunbar
13th of May 2006
7: 50 A.M.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Power Of Words
Written words are powerful
Able to influence and elicit change
More powerful yet are spoken words
Birthed in the mind, delivered through
Tongue, diaphragm and lungs
Working in concert to deliver voice
Intelligent vibrations creating reality
Somewhere an angry someone screams
“I hate you”
Words moving through space unhindered
Past countless stars in countless galaxies
Wreaking endless havoc on God’s Creation
Thinking with one's heart before speaking
Glorifies the positive power of words
Destruction ceases, balance restored
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Thought Upon the Power of Words
Words have the power to please the soul of awareness
Words have the power of ecstasy; they have the power to heal or to scorn
Words have the power to rebuild worlds that have been torn apart by words.
Words have the power to invoke, to choke and to joke,
They have the power to bring you to your knees just as they have the power to plea.
Words have the power to incite trance like states, they have the power of fate,
They conceal meanings deeper than he greatest oceans and are a method
By which we express the emotions we feel, just as we may use them to question
What we consider to be real. You can incite love, hatred, fear,
You can bring a tear to the most stone cold of king giants and you may
Describe the sorrows of the world yet through words we may also share our dreams,
We may ponder upon the events of tomorrow and we may laugh with one another.
We may love and express love through our words though at times we go unheard,
We may share in our experience as we may laugh alongside memories ghost.
Words are the host to our instinctive knowing of all we wish to express,
Words are the dressing of our wisdoms blessing, with words we may put the soul to rest.
poem by David Lacey
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Exquisite Dead Guy
Exquisite dead guy
Rotating in his display case
Exquisite dead guy
Swear I saw his mouth move
Exquisite dead guy
Outside my high rise apartment
Exquisite dead guy
Hanging from a skyhook
How am I supposed to let you know the way I feel
About you
How am I supposed to let you know the way I feel
About you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Values
Sometimes we do things
hoping to succeed
only to impress someone
to make them like us more,
but in our haste to impress
we are flawed by mistakes
and success eludes us
at every turn of the road.
Then when those we wanted to impress
fade out of our lives
and we look back
at what we have done
we realise we don’t
need to have to impress anymore.
We then start to do things
for ourselves
and slowly our success
is finally realised.
15 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Raping of Reality
The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
A desire to impress with one's knowledge occurs.
Comparisons are sought and made.
And an ease of life is attempted.
Temptations are teased as denials are smothered.
Truth is hushed and medications are taken.
The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Horror Show
Uuuhh
Since I was a little kid I tried to get out of my head
Trapped on the playground I would stare at the sky...
I didnt even know why
But daily life
It took an evil shape
Some conformed
And some tried to escape
And those are the misfits that Ive known
Like a sock in the eye
They feel it to the bone
Its a joke that we all know
Were the bait in a horror show
Yeah, we are alone
In a horror show
Banish me and mine to outer space
Id shoot there in a second
Just for the breathing space
Id put the punks on the moon
For head-room, mods rule the galaxy
Thats the way
I think things should be
The creep in you
Is the creep in me
The gravity presses down like a lie
We want wild sex
But we dont wan ta die
Do you feel theres no where to go?
Were the bait in a horror show
And were all alone in a horror show...
Yeah, we are alone in a horror show
Ooeewww , if I spoke in words of only hate
Tell me would you know?
Could you relate?
And i, I wish I met lou reed
Woo, out on his darkened sea
cause I felt it when his blood would flow
It doesnt take a thousand years to know
That ship burned a long time ago
Were all alone in a horror show
Doot do
Oot oot
Were all alone
Were on... our own
In a horror show
Yeah
Ooeeww i
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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In The Clouds
My head is in the clouds
whenever you walk my way.
Reality does not exist
and I’m lost for words
not knowing what to say.
The words I want to speak
are lost again for another day.
How am I ever
to tell you how I feel
when my head is in the clouds,
because my mind can’t concentrate
whenever you walk my way.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried
to make sense of it all.
One-day reality will kick in
and I will get a chance to say
the words I want to tell you,
but will it be too late
only love will know.
Until then my head will be
in the clouds when you walk my way.
26 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Horrific News (on the death of a Friend)
Horrific News
The horror of dreams
Crashing and causing me flight
I saw him fall
Like the crashed plane
I had a hope
That of waking up
In blinking of an eye
The horror of reality
Men dressed in foggy
Singing an unknown elegy
His face upside turned
In his only chattel
Adieu Amis curiae
A tragedy without raison d'être
poem by Magnus Amudi
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