There are two sorts of curiosity -- the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.
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There are two sorts of curiosity - the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.
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As with all my work, whether it's a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I'm trying to get beneath the surface appearance of things. Working the surface of a stone is an attempt to understand the internal energy of the stone.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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An anxious unrest, a fierce craving desire for gain has taken possession of the commercial world, and in instances no longer rare the most precious and permanent goods of human life have been madly sacrificed in the interests of momentary enrichment.
quote by Felix Adler
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Six
A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch
Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,
Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your cellphone rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,
That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,
“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again,
Her stint for a night is ephemeral,
Electronic calls are ephemeral,
A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus
Ephemeral too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ephemeral
A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch
Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,
Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your celfon rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,
That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,
“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again,
Her stint for a night is ephemeral,
Electronic calls are ephemeral,
A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus
Ephemeral too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Initial Attraction
What lies beneath the surface smile?
which you display to everyone?
The mask you wear to be in style.
What lies beneath is yours alone.
Does it indicate interest?
What lies beneath the surface smile?
And will I perhaps pass the test
enjoy your company for a while.
Is it a sign of practiced guile?
or simple act of self defence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
Must I rely on my sixth sense?
My need to know grows more intense
I am prepared to wait awhile
to try and gain your confidence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
(poeticpiers/20/07/2007)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Slower Doses
On the surface it would appear,
Useless studies...
Pitting the blacks against whites,
And other 'minorities'
Would continue to delight,
With excitement...
Those who enjoy comparisons
Between a pampered Poodle,
And an abandoned German Shepard.
It makes no sense...
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
Where is the logic?
Other than to feed one's mental insecurities!
Graphs and charts depicting disparities,
Seem to be a tradition
To monitor the the ambitions,
And success of implanted ignorance!
But purposes on the surface,
Of 'things' manmade...
Are not revealed.
Intentions are concealed!
However...
This activity does show an advancement of sorts!
It continues to spread light
On all uses of effective weapons,
In place
That bring progressive societies
To complete ruin!
And ultimate disgrace.
It makes no sense...
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
Unless a cause and reason...
To implement genocide,
With documentation
As a means to maintain stolen lifestyles
Are maintained...
For those who prefer their own devastation,
In slower doses!
To ensure the rise of insanity is not mistaken!
Results of that achievement,
Has already been observed!
It makes no sense...
On surface of 'things' manmade!
Forget they do
'Where' the true power of all existence...
As we know it,
Originates!
From dimensions unseen!
Contemplating.
And 'Its' ultimate weapon has yet to be felt,
But comes!
To 'snap' some out of their illusion of 'greatness'
As to 'what' controls...
And 'who' survives,
From such mindless deeds of the greedy
Who see themselves as conquerers!
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dollar Debate
It is a common saying,
That happiness is one thing
Which money cannot buy.
Although this be widespread knowlege,
This philosophy,
I must deny.
Why?
Because money does
Buy happiness,
For a fleeting while.
What is achieved is
A momentary excitement
And gleefulness -
Perhaps even a fading smile.
However, my freind -
This does not last.
Your happy pleasure
Rushes to an end -
And Alas!
Soon it be
In your past.
If, my friend,
Happiness is what you seek,
You shall have to keep
Running-
Chasing-
Grasping it
Again,
And Again!
You see,
Money can buy possessions,
And even the happiness
Of momentary pleasures.
However,
One thing still remains
Which money
Cannot -
Will not -
And shall NEVER buy -
Is something which
Only God can give:
The gift of eternal joy.
And so,
Dear freind -
You must decide!
What will it be?
Is it a glimps
Of happiness
Which you seek,
Or is it God's
Everlasting gift of joy?
To help you answer,
I will tell,
Which of these choices
I favor above all else -
I choose to continually go to God
To exchange,
My sorrows -
My sickness -
My worrries -
My cares -
My strife;
And exchange them
For God's permanent joy,
And His guiding hand
To hold my life.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Night of Moon and Star
On the surface of see-through water
On the night moon star of the great sky
Hometown...
On the sky that I dream on
Reflects the face that I dream on
Time... will change human
Human's heart... human's being
Human's beauty... and so on
For they are only momentary things
Night sky full of moon and star
Sky reflects the real face of human
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Man's Curiosity Lands on Mars!
Of all the many galaxies,
The Maker chose just planet earth,
The third from sun in Milky Way,
For man to inhabit and thrive!
But man's curiosity didn't stop
By landing upon moon's surface!
One small step of Neil Armstrong meant
A giant leap for mankind's science!
Mars Rover Curiosity
Has touched down upon mars surface,
A feat of engineering skills -
A culmination of efforts!
But why search planets for new life?
Home earth has secrets much concealed;
Why waste money and time so far?
Cannot you develop life on earth?
Though curiosity of man
Is good for scientific research,
All know that earth is best for man,
And yet, they hunt for newer ground!
Kudos to scientists' great efforts!
Man's brain is doing things grandiose;
If only money's spent on earth,
All mankind can live happily!
Mere mankind's pow'rs can't move mountains!
The Omnipotent need to bless;
Man's achievements then bear witness
To Maker's awesome power and love!
Dedicated to all the scientists world-wide!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-8-12
poem by John Celes
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Permanent Vacation
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, gotta get
(chorus)
Im on a permanent vacation
Nothing left to move
I want a revelation
Nothing left to prove
I could take it with me
Leave you all behind
Got some kind of feeling
Burnin on my mind
Sleeping late in the morning
Stay out all night long
Every day is like the one before
Im going wrong
Im going wrong
(repeat chorus)
Theres only one thing you can do
This I gotta do, oh, oh, oh
I got nothing to win, nothing to lose
Nothing left to prove
One thing to do
Well, Im on a permanent vacation
Im on a permanent vacation
Im on a permanent vacation
Permanent vacation
song performed by by REM
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Shadows
When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
and I wanna feel like that
little white shadows
that sparkle and glisten
I'm part of a system plan
Do you ever feel like
there's something missing?
things you'll never understand
little white shadows that blink in the distance
part of a system plan
When all our fears are waking up
all the space they're taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up
Ohhhh..
Maybe you get what you wanted
maybe you stumbled upon it
everything you ever wanted
in a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
maybe if you say it, you mean it
when you find that you keep it
in a permanent state
a permanent state
When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
I don't think I'll ever feel like that
We're part of the human race and
all of the stars and outer space
we're part of the system plan
When all our fears are waking up
and all the space, they're taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up
Maybe you get what you wanted
maybe you'll stumble upon it
everything you ever wanted
in a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
maybe if you say it, you'll mean it
when you find that you keep it
in a permanent state
a permanent state
I swear I'm only seeing faces
tired of the human races
Oh, answer now is what I need...
See it in a new sun rising
see it breaking on your horizon
Oh, come on love, stay with me...
song performed by by Coldplay
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Permanent Waves
Please call a doctor, Ive been so depressed
That I think that Im finally breakin
I cant quite explain, I cant feel any pain
But I know that this time Im not fakin
Oh, what can it be, oh, inside of me
I saw my doctor he said man you look sick
He said I think you better do something quick
He checked me over and he said I was fit
What you need is a change, have a shave, find a chic
Your body functions, but your hairs a disgrace
You shouldnt let it hang all over your face
Change your image cos you look out of place
Comb your hair, put on weight, try to look up to date
Why dont you put in some permanent waves
Youll look smooth youll look cool, youll be laughing
Youll get lots of dates, youll be made youll get laid
Youll get out and about, youll be laughing
Oh, youll be o.k. once you get those permanent waves,
I was really up but now Im down once again
I went out walking and it started to rain
My perm washed out it just got flushed down the drain
My neurosis returned, Im a wreck once again
But wait til I get back my permanent waves
Ill be cool, Ill be smooth, Ill be laughing
Ill be all the rage with my permanent waves
And Ill start a new craze, Ill be laughing
Oh, Ill be o.k. once I get my permanent waves
Start a new craze, permanent waves
Ill be all the rage, my permanent waves
song performed by by Kinks
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Just To Be On The Surface
Some do their 'ooohhhs and aaahhhs'
Over the appearance of things.
With a caring less of content.
If it should impress physically...
Mentally, that is all for some,
That needs to be addressed.
Many live just to be on the surface.
To shop and dress and look their best.
With little or no depth at all to express.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success In Failure
Failures infinite in life
Despair-- Demoralisation--- Depression-
Hence success by mere thoughts
At least momentary happiness-- bliss--- ecstasy--
To reap the joy of the implausible
The unattained fulfilment of the feat
Which proved to be defeat
Thus success in failure.
Note: With umpteen failures in life where there's no success at all a bit of momentary happiness can be gained by thinking of it.
poem by Green Peace
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I'll Point It Out to You, Right Now!
The misunderstanding began,
When you perceived me to be a figment created...
By your imagination.
And your attraction,
To the surface of things without a pursuance of depth...
Has begun a division that ends in a permanent separateness.
Oh yes...
Taking a respect I've always shown to you,
As a sign of acceptance of your disrespect.
And you have not gotten this correct yet!
Your thoughtlessness,
Disgusts me.
I'll point it out to you,
Right now!
Do you see my raised eyebrow?
See how that is followed,
By the gritting of my teeth?
Do you witness my hand making a fist?
Does anything about this,
Relay to your mind that I might be pissed?
I am!
Very much.
And prepared, physically, to let you know all about it!
Since retaliation is what you have instigated.
I have no choice but to deliver what you wish.
'But...
You confront me with violence.'
And...
You have defamed me with deceit!
You get no cheeks here to turn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Permanent Reminder Of A Temporary Feeling
By: jimmy buffett
She was no marine back from the philippines
She was their pride and joy, their incarnation
Her parents viewed the chief with shock and disbelief
Looking for some other explanation
The indian on her back was poised for an attack
She said a tatoo is a badge of validation
But the truth of the matter is far more revealing
Its a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Permanent reminder
Of a temporary feeling
Amnesiac episodes that never go away
Its no complex momemto its not set of revealing
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Vegas in the rain
Drunk on cheap champagne
He hears out of tune synthesized chapel bells painfully ringing
Wheres his limo ride
Whos this foreign bride
Is that really elvis spinning around the ceiling
Permanent reminder
Of a temporary feeling
Forgotten fabrications in the chapels of love
Whats this ring on his finger
Why is he kneeling
Shes just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Chromosomes and genes
Spawn these fateful scenes
Evolution can be mean
Theres no dumbass vaccine
Blame your dna
Youre a victim of your fate
Its human nature to miscalculate
To make up for the fight
They go out for the night
Sex drugs and rock n roll seem like the easiest answer
But a short nine months later
Theres no way of concealing
That permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Permanent reminder
Of a temporary feeling
Amnesiac episodes that never go away
Complex momentos not subtle revealings
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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There Are No Permanent Friends
such is politics
there are no permanent friends
or enemies
only permanent vested
interests
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Surface Expressions
If I should greet you with a grin
It hardly expresses all that’s within
If I should extend an open hand
It barely tells you where we stand
The surface expressions we select
Are not good mirrors and don’t reflect
So much which beneath the surface lies
One need scratch below for deeper ties
Yet if we think in hardly meeting eyes
We see the truth as known by other guys
We do injustice from the start
To those who keep things close to heart
Or those who have learned by path of pain
To shy from trusting lest be hurt again
To know a heart requires patience taking
Rare a face reveals a heart that’s breaking
poem by Mary Havran
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