It terrified me to have an idea that was solely mine to be no longer a part of my mind, but totally public.
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Dracula's Wedding
[Verse 1]
You're all I've ever wanted, but I'm terrified of you
See my castle may be haunted, but I'm terrified of you
I've cast my spell on millions, but I'm terrified of you
Baby I do this from the ceiling, but I'm terrified of you
[Bridge]
I wait my whole life to bite the right one
Then you come along and that freaks me out
So I'm frightened... Dracula's wedding
[Verse 2]
I've never ran from no one, but I'm terrified of you
See my heartbeat is a slow one, but I'm terrified of you
I've been around for ages, but I'm terrified of you
Put my thing across the stage and yet i'm terrified of you
[Bridge]
You know i'm terrified (x3)
Shhh, here she comes...
[Kelis]
3000 (x4)
Give me the chance to dance romance
Don't run, I'm not the sun
So much at stake... oh!
Bad choice of words
But I'm not the gun (shot) with silver bullets
And I can count (1, 2, 3), plus I make great peanut butter
And jelly sandwiches... Van Helsing
For richer or poorer
Through sickness and in health
'Till death do us part
'Till death do us part
You only live once
Well, not in our case
'Cause we will live forever
song performed by by Outkast
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Tired Of Trying
Mine eyes have grown weary,
My heart all but gone,
Mind is tired of trying,
Sometime to much to carry on.
Terrified by the future,
Haunted by the past,
Wondering how much longer,
This dreadful life will last.
Having no regards to life,
Nor which path one shall take,
Not looking to tomorrow,
Knowing its just another mistake.
poem by Richard Goolsby
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Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.
quote by Swami Vivekananda
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Who?
Celebrities, it’s plain to see.
Rely upon publicity,
if they’re not in the public eye.
They have to strive to rectify
the situation which they see
as being ignored completely.
That’s why they pull such stupid tricks
and misbehave like lunatics.
The think the public have to be
impressed by a celebrity
Despite the fact he is a fool
who has done nothing as a rule.
Except to court publicity,
which he must do assiduously
Or disappear from public view.
Nobody cares what happens to
celebrities who used to be.
World famous but no longer are
their place usurped by some new star.
They fade into obscurity,
almost as if they’d never been.
No longer part of the Cool scene.
They’re has beens now, not wannabees
With nothing left but memories.
23-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willing To Look At This Objectively
Are you willing to look at this objectively?
'I suppose I am.
At that depends on how much sense you make.
I'll give it a shot.'
Great.
All I ask is that you be open minded.
'Okay.
Cool.
I'm listening.'
You are an adult.
And you have made your own decisions,
Right?
'Of course I did.
Didn't you? '
Remember when you rushed into purchasing,
Your new home, and two fancy brand new cars?
Clothes and those back to back trips,
You and your friends took to the Caribbean?
And you laughed at me,
When I said I could barely afford a public bus pass?
'Go ahead.
Rub it in.
You couldn't wait to bring this up, huh? '
Oh...
No. No. No...
My mind has matured above that.
I was going to recommend you get a bus pass too.
And slowly you can remove those disguises.
It's okay.
I use to have fantasies myself.
Of being an acclaimed and famous writer.
I thank God that's no longer a fantasy.
'Well...
We all suffer from our delusions and mistakes made.
Thank you for helping me see it from your point of view.
I am glad you understand the position I am in.'
You have no idea.
I am totally empathetic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Heard It Through The Grapevine
I bet you're wondering how I knew.
Ah, what you're plans to make me blue.
With some other guy you knew before.
Between the two of us, you know I love you more.
It took me by surprise I must say, when I found out yesterday.
Oh, I heard it through the grapevine. (Heard it through the grapevine)
Not much longer would you be mine. (Not much longer would you be mine)
Oh, I heard it through the grapevine. (Heard it through the grapevine)
And I'm just about to lose my mind.
I know a man ain't supposed to cry.
But these tears I can't hold inside.
Losin' you would end my life you see.
'Cause you mean that much to me.
You could have told me yourself,
Oh, that you love someone else.
Instead I heard it through the grapevine. (Heard it through the grapevine)
Not much longer would you be mine. (Not much longer would you be mine)
Oh, I heard it through the grapevine. (Heard it through the grapevine)
Oh, and I am, and I am just about lose my mind.
People say believe half of what you see.
Oh, and none of what you hear.
Whoa, I jus' can't help being confused.
If it's true please tell me dear.
Do you plan to let me go
For the other guy you left me for
grapevine)
it)
heard it)
it)
it)
heard it)
it)
it)
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Wasps!
I’m walking home, along the road,
Carrying my shopping; a heavy load.
I hear a buzzing sound right by my ear,
And my whole body fills with fear.
Without even looking, I know what is there.
I’m afraid that it will get caught in my hair.
I stand there stock still and totally freeze;
I’m terrified of wasps, but don’t mind bees.
A frown appears upon my face and I pray,
That this worrying wasp, will soon go way.
Soon, he loses interest and gets off my case,
But, even so, I purposefully quicken my pace.
The wasp disappears and I’m on my own again,
Thankful that, on me, he didn’t inflict any pain.
To date, I’ve been lucky and haven’t been stung,
But I’m so totally dreading my first ever one.
Freezing on the spot has worked for me so far,
And has managed to keep me from any harm.
When a wasp approaches, my shoulders hunch.
Needless to say, I’m not a fan of ‘al fresco’ lunch!
Some people wave their arms and go ‘shoo! ’
But, I know this is the worst thing they can do.
Of wasps, I’ve always been so totally terrified,
And it’s a fear, which is extremely hard to hide.
A wilful wasp flying around in search of food,
Can, in a heartbeat, suddenly change my mood.
Bees, unlike wasps, are useful and earn their worth,
But what is the actual purpose of wasps on the earth?
They just annoy people to the point of distraction;
Where there’s a wasp, there’s often some action!
I’m really not their biggest fan, and I really think
I’d be more than happy, if they became extinct!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Totally Hot
(john farrar)
I want you
But takin it easy aint an easy thing to do
And I want you, want you
You must know
Cause baby I cant begin to keep it in
Our love is so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Baby, baby, so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Gimme what you got, ready or not
Our love is totally hot
Im burnin up
And if my mama could read my mind shed lock me up
And Im burnin, burnin
You must know
Cause baby when youre around I come unwound
Our love is so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Baby, baby, so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Gimme what you got, ready or not
Out love is totally hot
Play the game and let me do the same
And we gonna get along, gonna get along, gonna get along fine
Watchin out for my heart
But when I am near you
Near you aint the place to start, no, no, no, no
Takin it slow
Whenever I cross your trail, my brakes just fail
My love is so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Baby, baby, so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Gimme what you got, ready or not
My love is totally hot
My love is so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Baby, baby, so hot, totally hot
You got to me
Gimme what you got, ready or not
My love is totally hot
Gimme what you got, ready or not
My love is totally, totally, totally hot
(repeats)
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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While I believe our Constitution allows for State and local governments to execute the power of eminent domain for those purposes that specifically serve the public good, condemning property solely to implement economic development plans is not serving the public good.
quote by Solomon Ortiz
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Why Should I.........?
What is okay with your culture is totally a taboo to mine!
So why should i kiss you in the eyes of the public?
Give ear to me when i speak,
For you have to start all over again when you fall;
And the brook dried up because there was no rain.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The book of definitions
Solely defined descriptively engaged
A totally defining clarity is
To be clear of definitions
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I’m terrified of babies… I think, creatively as a woman, you change once you give birth. I’m totally not ready for that.
quote by Lady Gaga
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Just For A Day
You have no idea what it’s like
To be the oldest
No idea what it’s like
To be exiled
You have no idea what it’s like
To be unnoticed
No idea what it’s like
To be me
So I suggest you put on my mask
For a while
Just for a year, for a month
For a day
So you can see
What it’s like
To be me
You can finally feel
My positions
Feel your weakness
In times like mine
How your feelings compress
All together
When you don’t say anything,
But hang your head
Ideal Perfect
Trying to be that idea of perfect,
When in reality we're all falling apart,
Dressing, acting, talking like everyone else,
What's wrong with being different? ?
Can't you see that's the greatest part of life...
Being unique.
Make that idea of perfect YOUR way.
When you feel alone,
Like no one cares,
Bad thoughts in your mind,
When you're on the edge of life,
Losing control...
Just forget about the world and everyone in it,
Stop trying to be that idea of perfect,
Just know...
You don't have to try for me or anyone else,
You're perfect and everything amazing to me,
Be yourself,
Because really you're so very special just the way you are
poem by Brandi Dybala
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It Is A Feeling Embedded In One's Mind
The memory of losing a child,
Never leaves.
It is a feeling embedded in one's mind,
To remain as if a hole unplugged...
Can not be fixed.
There is a feeling of guilt that revisits,
From time to time.
And those who have never had that experience,
Are blessed not to know it.
Although those who do know,
What that experience is like...
Can sympathize with those who say,
'You have no idea,
How these children of mine can get on my last nerve.
Ten minutes!
If I only had ten minutes to myself.
Without them constantly on my mind I'd be happy.'
~You are right.
I have not been blessed to have that experience.
However,
Once they arrive...
Your life is no longer yours.
They will be on your mind until your life is over.~
'Oh yeah?
How would you know? '
~It's a feeling I get.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Terrified I Am to Commit Again
I think of it and try,
Not to show how utterly terrified I am...
To commit again to unconditional love.
But it is without conditions and prerequisites,
I wish for it!
Maturity is there.
And my heart searches seeking.
But the act of it...
Stays a reluctant fixture in my head.
Suppose my love is actually shared?
And a committment I am afraid to receive,
Is dared by someone with devotion to spare.
Suppose the love I give,
Is returned without thought.
And I am aware,
What is there is no longer sought!
I think of it and try,
Not to show how utterly terrified I am...
To commit again to unconditional love.
And I do not want to appear to be fickled.
Afterall I am at the age,
Where the gray in my hair...
More than testifies I have lived nine lives.
And appearances have arrived,
To prevent denial without my lips to lie.
But I...
Do think of it and try,
Not to show how utterly terrified I am...
To commit again to unconditional love.
But it is without conditions and prerequisites,
I wish for it!
And I do admit,
I am seeking someone to convince me...
I am on that side of time,
When the ticking of the tock heard from my clock...
Is no longer energized by sustained youth,
On watch with anticipated patience.
I'm looking for an express delivery these days.
And willing to change if...if,
Well...
We'll see!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Love It and I Know It
Look...
Creature!
I can not treat you with respect.
You don't know what it looks like.
Or what it means to show it either.
No where inside my mind,
Is there a fantasy about you telling lies on me.
And pretending that's not done when I overhear you do it!
Do you see 'fool' written across my forehead?
'Do you want me to respond to that?
Lift up the horse tail.
OR should I tell you what it is I do see?
Which do you prefer?
An acknowledgement...
Or a discussion? '
You want to shine in public.
No matter to who's expense.
You cut off my sentences when I speak,
As if what I say makes no sense.
And completing my thoughts when they are yours,
And not mine...
Is getting exceedingly dangerous.
That 'cool' I hold?
Is not going to be kept that much longer.
I am in no competition with you.
You are going to say the wrong thing,
At the right time.
And my mind is going to forget,
It use to have common sense in it.
We are suppose to be together.
You know?
As a couple?
In a relationship?
'Let me know when you are finished.'
Oh...
Trust me.
I'm almost done with you.
'All-I-said-was-this...
The wig you have on your head,
Doesn't look as good as the one your sister has.
And the weave your father wears,
Does not look appropriate for a man damn near dead!
What was wrong with that?
The people gave you sympathy.
You were there when they held you when you cried.
I saw that.
And you say I am the one not understanding.
I understood that.
But I'm not the one trying to get attention.
You manage to do that all by yourself.'
Oh yeah?
I'm almost done with you.
You have no idea.
'Almost?
You love it and I know it!
I don't need clues to hunt around to see that.'
One day you are going to say the wrong thing to me.
And that might be heard by somebody else,
Who is not going to tolerate it.
'There you go...
Talking about the 'power' of God.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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