I think people become consumed with selling a book when they need to be consumed with writing it.
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It Doesn't Take a Rocket Scientist
The duality of false representation,
Eventually shows the origin...
From where it has been created.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To connect the culprits to their deeds.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
There is a trail of incompetence,
Wherever they go...
With a wish to get acknowledgement,
And undeserving praise.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And unfortunate are those,
Committed to follow.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And shoulders to cry on,
They seek to weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anna - the story of a love
The Indians say
that the eater is the eaten.
We caught each other's eye
across a crowded room...
she with her mates,
but blushed in my direction...
and when I looked at her,
she glowed
and I glowed.
She too was ripe for passion.
We couldn't be kept apart;
later in the privacy of my room
my lips sought her unsullied bloom,
the irresistible downiness of her young skin
and soon that soft skin
was moist with passion
as we consumed each other,
and were subsumed in unity.
Now I have died two deaths from love:
first consumed by desire, then
consumed by pleasure.
What a peach she was.
Hey, seize the moment -
there's another in the bowl.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In a Boast Stayed Boosted
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Eyes on demise!
With fire and brimstone in their sights.
And tantillized by cries of crisis.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And gloom is a boast stayed boosted.
That feeds upon such limitness,
Of those who love it on their minds and lips.
And...
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And giving up more attitude...
To those who view them useless,
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And ready to be roosters noosed...
Plucked to be served after roasting,
With a juice or good brew!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desire’s deserving
Does the lion deserve the bison
That he chased and consumed?
Does the man deserve the woman
That he chased and consumed?
Are they criminals? Must they be
Punished? Desire does not care
If it deserves what it desires.
27.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The World Consumes Us
We invest in re-cycling
yet, fail to recycle hate for luv,
can't even undo our evil deeds
we pride ourselves as consumers but the converse is true
we are consumed by greed
the more we want
the more energy we waste
then we die, our energy lay to waste
the world consumes us, like we do to food
it breeds greed and plants hatred,
it takes from us and never give back
like loyal servants in bondage, we oblige
nothing we accumulate permanently belongs to us
as we travel for success we forget to be human
we erase creation and become creators
we are consumed by what to be than the love we should share
in our race to be consumed
we striped naked our being and sold God's love
.
poem by Swabi Mnisi
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I'm writing a film. With our access to these powerful media, we're going to take over, because it's really disgusting what is put out there now to be consumed.
quote by Lisa Bonet
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Okine
What is my crime and what is my sin that,
You 've hunted me like a thief? !
But the drought consumed me by day and,
The frost consumed me by the night;
For Yahweh has seen my affliction and labour of love.
'Yegar Sahadutta! '
The 'Heap of witness of Witness' came;
For i don't know what i have done to Okine.
I am torn by the wild beasts of his traps and,
I still don't know why he is against me;
but, i will be buried in my full old age no matter what!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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But a rise in the wages of labour would not equally affect commodities produced with machinery quickly consumed, and commodities produced with machinery slowly consumed.
quote by David Ricardo
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Know What It Means
Remember what its like to me you?
To be you
Remember what its like to be me?
To be me
All that I see these eyes in my dreams
These thought police coming for me
Do you know what it means
What it means to be free
Do you know what it means
To be free? (me)
Neither do I
Neither do we
Do you know what its like to be one
One of us
Do you know what its like to be one
One of us
One is the family perfect in apathy
Being a clone isn't all that it promised to be
I am invisible just like you
Just a reflection of what I consume
Now I myself will be consumed
Consumed for the sake of you
song performed by by Project 86 from Truthless Heroes
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More than four thousand programs produced and consumed. Some of them were pretty good, a great many of them were forgettable; but a handful may even be worth a book.
quote by Ted Koppel
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Obsession led me to write. It's been that way with every book I've ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme, by characters, by a desire to meet a challenge.
A Poet's Rue
I remember as a young boy
Sitting on top Mount Parnassus
Consumed in writing I enjoyed.
Mostly poetry to express
At the time my innermost thoughts
While below my childhood playmates
Romped and played and most often fought.
And myself trying to translate
Feelings into coherent thought
And writing them down on paper.
I recollect those times that taught
Self- discipline behavior.
Yet if I lived it all again
I would be one of those children.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Writing is my ultimate ambition. I respect it above all. I didn't strive to be a performer. It's come so easily for me. In some ways I feel guilty about that. On the other hand, I enjoy it precisely because I'm not consumed by it.
quote by Mia Sara
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Even If Neither One Of Us Admits It
My life is not consumed by negativity.
To mention that which exists,
Is to acknowledge it for what it is.
To ignore that which is to ignore,
With a hope one day it will go away...
Well,
Does little for my imagination.
Nor does it benefit the reality...
Of a life I wish to live,
In complete consciousness.
My life is not consumed by negativity.
However...
The way you choose to view 'your' life,
Is entirely your business.
We need not form a partnership.
Or argue in debate over our differences.
Both of us will still seem to benefit.
Even if neither one of us admits it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnificent Bread
The bread stales forcing us to eat something else,
Food will be consumed for our heaven is near.
Describe my illness for all to hear,
I place into categories the engineers and doctors
Who are youths and our elders,
Forcing behaviour from bread and other ingredients;
Then they force the enforcers, the Law, to listen
To their dietary laws and want them to listen.
I formed bubbles of splendour watching them,
From my bathtub, in and out I climbed.
The bread will be consumed,
The bread is magnificent.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Purpose
I can be self absorbed and consumed.
And be conscious of every moment of it.
Especially if I feel deserving...
And not ignored like some do others,
Who are believed to be swept off their feet...
With a protected image to keep.
Like me,
Some may perceive.
And a success,
That has yet achieved placing judgement status.
Feeding heard giggles and whispers,
From...
Those awaiting in attack,
With a delivery that feeds people like that!
Cracking up on drug induced mentalities.
What I have learned from being motivated...
By people like these,
Is that an energy that comes from within...
Isn't always there,
Heard and nurtured from the outside.
In fact,
Being self absorbed and consumed...
May be the best contact that keeps one,
Driven to achieve...
With an escaping discipline that succeeds.
And knowing,
Those awaiting in attack...
Seem to deliver and feed on that!
Giving a strengthen determination,
More to craved!
Just to satisfy a peace one keeps,
Away from public scutiny!
To feed one's mentality,
Purpose.
Purpose.
Purpose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Coldness Of Indifference
i watch a bonfire
it spreads upon a bush
into the forest of
dry trees
i watch a conflagration
i am inside it
i am burning and burning
still
i am not consumed
i am fire
i eat the forest of dry trees
i spread in the bush
until all is consumed
and then i stop
i am back to myself
nothing really happened
then we resume the conversation
about fire
you speak about it
your heart is not involved
you never felt any heat
i know because you are cold
there is no heat in you
you, in a few minutes, die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Way To The Sky
Written by: neil diamond
We are two and two of us are one
Im back on my feet again
Out on the street again
Looking for love
On the way to the sky
Some people moving up
Some people standing still
Some hold their hand out
And some people never will
Lover and liers
Consumed by the fires
Of too many dances
But not enough songs
Hear my song
We pity the poor one
The shy and unsure one
Who wanted it perfect
But waited too long
Theres no way to count
Or to measure the cost
Of the innocence lost
On the way to the sky
You and i
And we are two and two of us are one
But maybe two of us can be enough
To get it done
Lover and liers
Consumed by the fires
Of too many dances
But not enough songs
We pity the poor one
The shy, the unsure one
Who wanted it perfect
But waited too long
Much too long
Im back on my feet again
Im out on the street again
Looking for love
On the way to the sky
You and i
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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