Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.
quote by Randolph Bourne
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Scratch The Surface
Scratch the surface serve a purpose
scratch the surface don't waste my time
Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night
herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null
such shallow sight barely skin deep
What is the force that drives the superficial
tell me what keeps their minds remaining little
so afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy
so afraid to actually scratch the surface.
All mirrors hide Big money lies faillure inside
big lying eyes that's maybe why eyes are the soul
they take so much time big dollar signs
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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So Tired
angry cars
exhaust, exhuast
homework, tests
exhaust, exhaust
LIFE, LIFE
exhaust, exhaust
poem by Annie Janine
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Itch and Scratch
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
Just like a train
on a railroad track
You go away today
and tomorrow come back.
Try taking an aeroplane
instead of a car,
then hop on a rocket
to a distant star.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
And just like an itch
you’ve got under my skin,
this is a situation
that I just can’t win.
Please give me a break
and get off my back.
Get out of here
and don’t come back.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Scratch My Back
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
One good turn deserves another
Be my love, Ill be your lover
Its all part of natures laws
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch yours.
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Joy they say is in the giving
Come on give, make life worth living
Your welfare is my concern
Do a favour for me, Ill do one in return
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Scratch me now a little lower
What a feeling do it slower
Thats it, hmm youre getting hot
Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spot
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Experience Of Feeling Thoughts
I’m so lonely, the crocodile said,
last night I read instead of going
to bed, this morning I can only
search for inconclusive
meanings in meditative contemplation;
not in surface conversations, I don’t
want to know How Are You?
rather tell me how you FEEL
to break the stream of morbid thoughts
on existential isolation on a day in
which a haunting melody seems
more real than cold, unsmiling
faces, words as symbols can’t
convey the tactile feel of textures,
nor describe the experience of
feeling thoughts...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Mutual Itch One Lonely Night
this mutual each we have
one lonely night
when the moon sails in the
black sky
and the stars are too near
like lilies to the sailboat
on the placid lake,
i scratch my itch
you scratch yours
but what about our backs
those parts that i cannot reach
and you cannot reach
too
we follow the natural law
i'll scratch your back
and you scratch mine
no more no less
we are just
but friends,
tonight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Screen Behind The Mirror
(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...
song performed by by Enigma
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One That Remains Inquisitive
I do not sit in contemplation to 'do'.
However...
There has been many times,
A contemplation done I do accomplish...
Is a wishing I had delayed a doing,
With the application of more patience.
And that...
Is the only drawback,
For one that remains inquisitive.
With an eventual lesson learned,
A living of one's life gets taught to teach...
With an outcome needing no contemplation to reach.
It comes.
And sometimes with an outcome,
One regrets with a reflecting in a patience done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After about 20 years of marriage, I'm finally starting to scratch the surface of what women want. And I think the answer lies somewhere between conversation and chocolate.
quote by Mel Gibson
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I'm just starting to scratch the surface of what really makes me happy and it's taken me a while to admit that acting like a little child and being a jerk and a punk is fun.
quote by Leonardo DiCaprio
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The golden rule of cats that governs all relationships we have with people: you scratch my back, you scratch my back.
David Fisher in Conversations with My Cat
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Death on the Horizon
Up above the bollosm tree
a bird is soaring high
Death is shadowing on the Earth
that's Death's Raven in the sky
a curse be spread
whispered by the wind
you will die
all of you who have sinned
the clouds fade grey
the trees go bare
the fish all surface
people don't care
garbage in the streets
exhaust fuems in child lungs
the men with power to change it
say nothing useful with their tongues
The time has come
Death is here
wasted lives
run by fear
we have condemed ourselves
our children aswell
this is our future
unless we rebel
poem by Dakota Ellerton
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Fixed to 'Things
Fixed to 'things'
And not depth.
Inept in explanations.
And this one accepts.
What does it take,
To scratch beneath a surface?
Does it take an expected wisdom?
Or one who is wise with purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Underneath
Written by brian vander ark
Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined
I surrender
Cd cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect ballad
To move you
Fight with little purpose
Only meaning to scratch the surface
Its not pretty underneath
There among debris find casual in casualty
Its not pretty underneath
A bottle meant for two a glass thats full of legs but free of any fingerprints
From you
A neighbor one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices
Is waking
Fight with little purpose
Only meaning to scratch the surface
Its not pretty underneath
There among debris find casual in casualty
Its not pretty underneath
My eyes are on your hands Im helpless when Im looking at you
Be very very careful not to
Crack the seals of last years arguments they dont hold a candle to the one
This year
A disagreement used to be a speed bump on a highway going eighty
Fight with little purpose...
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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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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The Gnat Nebulae
Full pummelling fisticuffs
Stitch over stitch
In and out
Imperceptibly kaleidoscopic
Swirling from ear to ear
Sporadic
Thrumming mystical notes
Notes of whisper
Whisper in the ear
Now a bothered swish of clawing
Cleaving slipping fingers
Immalleable rolling universal ball
Microcosmic needle into
Macrocosmic wool all
Silently thudding kneading pulling
Sealing a sin all opened unforgiven
Eternally whispering to a few
And never really heard
Pummelling sewing the invisible centre
Round and round the darkless sun
Only the end that began
Only a scratch and a bother
What bother to scratch
For scratching bothers
Bothers a scratch
Scratch and not to bother
Scratch Scratch Scratch
Dedicated to J.C. Alldridge
(©: T. Wignesan - Paris,1957; from T. Wignesan. Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in 'Forum Academicum', University of Heidelberg,1957)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Free Spirit
We've taken to much for granted
the basis that some are denied
some choose to ignore this right while others would give up their lives.
For the chance to voice their opinions through all of the torture and crime
lies and deception won't change the direction of will in it's fight to survive
Freedom
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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Human Experience
What other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
Blending in with nature's mix...
Are the 'have nots' with those who 'have'.
And many interpret this,
Based upon materialistic wishes.
With accumulated treasures...
To fulfill dreams and hopes,
The human experience teaches...
Showers those who are persistently consistent.
And driven by 'ethics' of hard work.
And yet there are others,
Who would rather sit and complain.
As they seek someone devoted to listen to them...
With patience enough,
That does not exhaust with a straining of the brain.
Or completely drain to leave one insane.
Relationships diverse and complex...
With choices chosen by preferences.
To tease with variety,
That appease appetites craved...
To quench a thirst that exists.
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
But what other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Would it be better enjoyed...
If taxes and the stress of living it,
Were totally eliminated?
And the ease of laziness...
Awarded those who are,
With prizes and gifts...
For this accomplishment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Scratch Therefore I Am
i scratch therefore
i am
a cat.....
(a tomcat
or a tiger on the loose of a safari in your mind)
you itch therefore
you are
a dog....(or a bitch
or a fungus in the
anus)
you itch and i scratch
therefore
we exist,
therefore
we are.
animates, needing something to thrive upon,
we evolve and get complicated, we revolve around something
and get a little
sophisticated,
we scratch some more, we itch some more,
no longer cats, or tigers, or dogs or bitches, we go beyond
these animated needs,
we somehow say
we need love this time...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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