The souls you have got cast upon the screen of publicity appear like the horrid and writhing creatures enlarged from the insect world, and revealed to us by the cinematograph.
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snakepit, The
Well we're a mile under the ground
And I'm thinking that it's Christmas
And I'm kissing you hard
Like I've got very important business
And no-one knows
And no-one sees us
Because they're drinking themselves senseless
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing in the snakepit
Well I'm out in a car
And it's just full of stupid girls
And I've forgotten how to speak
And I just can't remember a word
And my eyes feel like they're bursting
And they're splitting like plums
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing in the snakepit
song performed by by Cure
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The Snakepit
Well we're a mile under the ground
And i'm thinking that it's christmas
And i'm kissing you hard
Like i've got very important business
And no-one knows
And no-one sees us
Because they're drinking themselves senseless
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing in the snakepit
Well i'm out in a car
And it's just full of stupid girls
And i've forgotten how to speak
And i just can't remember a word
And my eyes feel like they're bursting
And they're splitting like plums
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing in the snakepit
song performed by by Cure
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Publicity, publicity, publicity is the greatest moral factor and force in our public life.
quote by Joseph Pulitzer
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Publicity is the life of this culture - in so far as without publicity capitalism could not survive - and at the same time publicity is its dream.
quote by John Berger
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Early Works - PER’I
In Circular tombs
between heaven and hell,
there exist creatures
that have been cast to moan and yell. Who have been cast into torment
until the judgement day.
The creatures are inhuman
and unearthly who fell.
PER’I a fallen angel cast from heaven,
but not into hell.
Cast to moan and endlessly roam
until the judgement day when they are re-throned.
poem by David Harris
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Family Secrets
Every family has its secrets
hidden in the dark corners of the past,
the ones passed down
from generation to generation
never to be revealed to the outside world.
Some are considered shameful,
others fill the heart with dread,
all them are secrets
best kept within the family.
Some do reveal themselves
in the most astonishing ways,
an innocent conversation
and something never talked about
is suddenly revealed.
Something thought so shameful,
means nothing anymore,
but is never cast aside
and someone wishes
that earlier that secret
should have been revealed.
Many lives are turned
upside down now
and will never be the same.
Now the shame is not in the secret,
but in that, it was never revealed.
8 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Nothing is endless
Going by the philosophy,
souls never die
It is just change of body
from one to other guy,
Agreeing the reincarnation
if look the time behind,
Soul changes body of human
question comes in mind;
The earth took birth years back
say many millions,
Where these souls were before
say many billions?
Why we can’t find linkage
if souls take rebirth?
Why many creatures vanished
from the earth?
I feel it is the God and
only God who lives forever,
Who demerges from him
and merges souls of creatures.
S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Too Much Has Been Revealed
A renewal of beliefs to review to meet,
Ingredients now fed to eat is much needed.
An obscruity of that which had been valued,
Blocks steps on paved roads now used today.
Updating of standards is more specific than wished.
Too much has been revealed.
Too much has been revealed.
What was 'then' thought and taught as reality,
Has come to cast shadows on that which had existed.
Too much has been revealed.
Overwhelmed are those attempting to restrict themselves,
To lives lived in limitations.
Too much has been revealed.
A transformation is in progress.
And will not cease by those wishing with ease...
To have it swept away in defeat to critique it with ratings.
To place its significance with a label that stays.
Too much...
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
Our Luna Goddess moves
In slow rhythmic grooves
Proof of the tidings she keeps.
Though she may weep
Throughout the day
It’s only sure her appearance sleeps.
She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
A rarity revealed
She rests her head as she calls her lover,
Still she keeps her love revealed.
Two souls fall in and out of the blue
Two souls who thought they knew the way.
Two souls without a word to say to one another
Two souls circle Our Mother the Earth.
Blessing, breathing,
Refreshing, relieving,
Spurring on life anew.
Two souls are left to
Kiss beyond the blue.
Casting a shadow upon
Those that would claim
They knew the way.
poem by David Lacey
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Sonnet: Almighty God
The Almighty does always mighty things;
He shields the righteous from onslaughts of men;
He makes world’s leaders and can bring down kings;
He guides the souls who choose road to heaven.
He knows our thoughts before they’re even born;
He brings the rain on parched lands to raise crops;
He gives the moon for night and sun to morn;
Because of Him, the spin of earth ne’er stops!
He has a plan for creatures all He made;
To righteous souls, blessings and love, He gives.
The Word of God can never ever fade;
Heaven awaits all souls who live pure lives.
The Omnipotent loves all His creatures;
His poesy puts poets in raptures!
poem by John Celes
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Crabs
(Written on the Queensland Beach)
Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapes
Crawl in gangs around these capes—
Stopping here and feeding there;
Listening, crawling everywhere;
Searching every rotten weed
With a frothing wild-eyed greed;
Fighting o’er a lump of scurf,
Or a red boil of the earth;
Thrusting up their writhing claws
To their grinning, fiend-like maws.
And these horrid creatures wet
With a thick unwholesome sweat
Have most hideous banquets here
On the poor drowned marineer.
Down they hurry eagerly,
Chittering all the way with glee;
They have smelt the tainted air
From that body festering there.
How they twitch their claws and pry
Into each distorted eye;
How they spit on him with spite
As their nippers pinch and bite;
How they strip him clean and bare,
Leaving not a morsel there,
Till they’re gorged and all squat near
Fleshless remnants with a leer.
When the billows near them roll,
Each will scoop himself a hole
In the mudbank and therein
Sleep like an embodied sin.
In the world so crass and blind
Human crabs feed on their kind—
All that fall into their power;
Skulking near their dismal holes,
They sniff out poor wretched souls
Thrown by life’s unpitying sea
On the beach of misery.
poem by Arthur Bayldon
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Crabs
(On a Queensland Beach)
Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapes
Crawl in gangs around these capes-
Stopping here and feeding there,
Listening, crawling everywhere;
Searching every rotten weed
With a frothing, wild-eyed greed:
Fighting o'er a lump of scurf
Or a red boil of the earth;
Thrusting up their writhing claws
To their grinning, fiend-like maws.
And these horrid creatures wet
With a thick, unwholesome sweat
Have most hideous banquets here
On the poor drowned marineer.
Down they hurry eagerly
Chittering all the way with glee:
They have smelt the tainted air
From that body festering there.
How they twitch their claws and pry
Into each distorted eye;
How they spit on him with spite
As their nippers pinch and bite;
How they strip him clean and bare,
Leaving not a morsel there,
Till they're gorged and all squat near
Fleshless remnant with a leer.
When the billows near them roll
Each will scope himself a hole
In the mud-banks, and therein
Sleep like an embodied sin.
***
In the world so crass and blind
Human crabs feed on their kind:
Glutted creatures that devour
All that fall within their power;
Skulking each near his own hole,
They smell out each human soul
Tossed up on Life's stony shore,
Weary, friendless, weak and poor.
poem by Arthur Bayldon
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Creatures Of Love
A woman made a man
A man he made a house
And when they lay together
Little creatures all come out
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its alright
It makes those little creatures come to life
I can laugh or I can turn away
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its okay
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures, creatures of love
Its okay to be afraid
When the blue sparks hit your brain
We can love one another
Ive been told that its okay
Doctor, doctor, tell me what I am
Am I one of those human beings
Well I can laugh or I can learn to think
So help me now to find out what I feel
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
Weve been here forever, before you were born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
A man can drive his car
And a woman can be a boss
Im a monkey and a flower
Im everything at once
Well, a woman and a man can be together
If they decide to theyll make little creatures
Watch em now!
Little creature of love
With two arms and two legs
From a moment of passion
Now they cover the bed
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
song performed by by Talking Heads
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None of God's Creatures absolutely consider'd are in their own Nature Contemptible; the meanest Fly, the poorest Insect has its Use and Vertue.
quote by Mary Astell
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It can't hurt, publicity is publicity, controversy and all that, it's all good.
quote by Keith David
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Live by publicity, you'll probably die by publicity.
quote by Russell Baker
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Cast Away Souls
If you do not cast away souls
My living and dying shall cease;
I shall come with love and bear corn,
Like the fields of heavenly gardens.
My offspring will reject the truth
And then return to it.
If you do not love my soul,
Then it will speak wonders and miracles
For you to cast away souls;
And for me this will cause contentment.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Where Blackness Is Reality
There are creatures of the underworld
That dwell in caves and dark dominion
Where blackness is reality
With light a total fiction
In human souls, in dark despair
Through open door of muddled mind
These creatures leave their loathsome lair
And slither hauntingly into humankind
Rot and revulsion in minds of evil men
Grow roots and plan to stay
Find fertile ground to nest and then….
Blossom evilly in loathsome ways
The helpless, the unwary souls
The innocent, the weak
Evil creatures from black, mind’s holes
Hungrily ooze out and seek
From time eternal, to time yet unfurled
This evil has been part of man’s condition
They’ll e’er be creatures of the underworld
That will dwell in man’s mind and dark dominion
poem by David Whalen
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