None of my neighbors believe in what I say. They refuse to wear the rings. They will never accept my invention until the day they die. That's what I call the real antichrists.
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These Are Our Neighbors
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
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Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse!
i refuse
to accept the lie
anymore!
i know, beyond a doubt,
that all people are equal,
regardless of color, gender,
religion, financial status, or
political beliefs!
i refuse to believe
that i am all right,
when someone else
is hungry, homeless, or hurting.
i refuse to believe
that i am not responsible,
for i am most responsible
when i turn away!
i refuse to believe
that one person's success
can come at the expense of another!
i refuse to settle!
i choose life, and life means living...
involved!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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'Art' is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers. What we call art is a game.
quote by Octavio Paz
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Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.
quote by Octavio Paz
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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Real Bad
I will wear my tattered, cracked boots.
And I know they look horrible,
When I dress up in a suit.
But I am not on a pursuit to impress,
For digesting eyes to accept that effect.
I am out to get things done in my comfort.
And-to-do-it atmybest!
'Well, how bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
It's in my system and I can't resist it.
'Well, how bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
Like a piece of scrumptious chocolate cake.
And near my lips with a tease to taste.
'Well, how bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
It's in my system,
And I can't resist it.
I will wear my tattered, cracked boots.
And I know they look horrible,
When I dress up in a suit.
But I am not on a pursuit to impress,
For digesting eyes to accept that effect.
I am out to get things done in my comfort.
And-to-do-it atmybest!
'So how bad do you want it? '
I want it bad.
'How bad do you want it? '
I want ti real bad.
Like a piece of scrumptious chocolate cake.
And near my lips with a tease to taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crush With Eyeliner
I know you
I know youve seen her
Shes a sad tomato
Shes three miles of bad road
Walking down the street
Will I never meet her?
Shes a real woman-child
Oh my kiss breath turpentine
I am smitten
Im the real thing (Im the real thing)
Have you seen her come around?
My crush with eyeliner
Im imbibed
Im infatuated
Its all too much passion
Shes all that I can take
What position should I wear?
Cop an attitude? (fake her)
How can I convince her? (fake her)
That Im invented too, yeah
I am smitten
Im the real thing (Im the real thing)
We all invent ourselves
And you know me
Yeah, shes a sad tomato
Shes three miles of bad road
Shes her own invention (shes her own invention)
That gets me in the throat
What can I make myself be?
Life is strange, yeah (life is strange)
What can I make myself be (fake her)
To make her mine?
I am smitten
Ill do anything (Ill do anything)
A kiss breath turpentine,
My crush with eyeliner
I am smitten
You know me (yeah, you know me)
I could be your frankenstein
My crush with eyeliner
I am smitten
Im the real thing (Im the real thing)
Wont you be my valentine?
My crush with eyeliner
song performed by by REM
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Romance
(berry/buck/mills/stipe)
Nations call
Par-parallels
Neighbors call
All in all, in all, in all, in all
(chorus 1)
Thats worth saving up for
Put our heads down on the chest
Mustnt even race for rest
Easy come, easy go
(chorus 2)
Easy come
Easy go
Easy come
Easy go
Stares conceal
Par-parallels
Neigh-neighbors call
All in all, in all, in all, in all
(repeat chorus 1)
(repeat chorus 2)
Chance is yours
And call the shot
Even in a parking lot
With one romance
One romance
(repeat chorus 2)
Neighbors call
Par-parallel
Late at night nations fall
All in all, in all, in all, in all
(repeat chorus 1)
(repeat chorus 2)
song performed by by REM
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There Is A Warning!
I already warning you!
I do not have regrets!
I did what i could do!
that is what left to me!
And if you want to blame me. And continues.....
search hard and deeply in yourself.
maybe the cause, maybe, its within all of us
I refuse to be your shame
i refuse accept your blame
I refuse to be your chance! !
But, still, i can remove your grief
the same, that you want put in to me.
And makes me cracked. Like a crystal that can not be fragmented
Thanks to you! And for you i wish
Go to hell! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Myself
I am me.
Accept me.
For being the way I am.
To be myself, and on one else.
Myself, being a man.
Though I will make mistakes,
And I will ask for help,
But that will be me.
And it wont be anyone else.
Accept me please
Don't deny me
For being the way I will
To grow my hair,
For the clothes I wear
Or for calling, a mountain a hill.
Though I could be anyone,
But I can't be a pawn,
For the way I am
Is the way I chose
And that is the way I'll die.
You are you.
And I am me.
The way it was meant to be.
Your clouds are real.
My mountains are hills.
And I am me, myself.
Not no one else.....
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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(Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes
Oh I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Oh-oh.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
Oh, I know that she's disgusted. (Oh why's that)
'Cause she's feeling so abused. (Oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (Oh I'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
Can you say that I'm too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes?
Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die."
She said "Drop dead", then left with another guy.
That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
Oh I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Oh I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. (repeat and fade)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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In other words, what is supposedly found is an invention whose inventor is unaware of his act of invention, who considers it as something that exists independently of him; the invention then becomes the basis of his world view and actions.
quote by Paul Watzlawick
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Rings Around The Moon
Rings around the moon
(written by b. r. & m. gibb)
If youre lonely in the black of night
If you call me, Ill be there
I was falling and you helped me get it right
And I thank you girl, and I thank you
And I pray for the sign
And I wont be too late
If you just come down
I can look you in the eye
I can tell you that I love you
And my love will never die
And its time that you know
Just how far I mean to go
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
Come tomorrow, candle burns
And I wake up by your side
All my sorrow, you made it disappear
And I thank you, and I thank you
And I lay down my life
And I wont be alone
If you just take time
And be sure of who you are
We can take it up to heaven
We can walk amongst the stars
And I know if you stay
I will never turn away
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
And I pray for the sign
And I wont be too late
If you just take time
And be sure of who you are
We can take it up to heaven
We can walk amongst the stars
And I know if you stay
I will never turn away
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The real woman
Look for that real woman,
so beautiful as was made,
so shiny just like the stars of the night,
so original not like the picture woman.
I call them real for they;
know's their worth,
i call them real 'cos they respect,
even the last breath of their nostri.
I do call them real 'cos they are always proud of being a woman even in the den of men.
Not just a make-up-mask wearing woman,
but a woman of virtuous and dignity,
so strong and brilliant,
not even shieveried by the voice of the day nor the terror in the night.
Call them the real woman,
and they will keep being for real.
poem by Ogbonna Chinemerem
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Red Shoes
Oh i used to be disgusted
And now i try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when i knew that i could not refuse.
And i won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
Oh, i know that she's disgusted (oh why's that)
Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (oh i'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
How can you say that i'm too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes.
Oh, i said "i'm so happy, i could die."
She said "drop dead," then left with another guy.
That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
Oh i used to be disgusted
And now i try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Grant Us Peace, Father of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael
Grant us peace,
that we may not oppress our neighbors
Grant us justice,
that we may not enslave our neighbors
Grant us sanity,
that we may not torture our neighbors
Grant us mercy,
that we may not murder our neighbors
Grant us conscience
that we may not expel our neighbors
Grant us love,
that we may hunger for truth
Grant us discernment
that we may know what is ours, and what is not
Grant us decency
that we may return what we stole
Grant us courage
that we may admit what we’ve done
Give us strength to atone.
Ask only
that we end our silence.
The Poetry At Night Time And Beethoven's Piano Music
this is like playing the piano pieces
at night when everyone in the neighborhood is already sleeping,
they wonder if there is a ghost in this house
someone that cannot accept death someone that claims
an unfinished business
still roaming in limbo and plays the piano at night
they are all disturbed and will close their windows earlier
turn off the lights and retreat inside their thick blankets
the piano is heard and it is playing some pieces of Beethoven
the story of his death...
it is not the same with your poetry
all night long, you write, and there is no stopping and the neighbors think
that everything is all right
that the lights are on because there is a baby in the house
it is you that sob silently inside the limbo of your dreams
that refuse to die
roaming the streets at night
breathing the cold in the darkness
the following morning, nothing is changed
the neighbors as usual do their normal activities
the street is heavy with traffic
people are busy chasing the hours
and there is no stopping anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Trouble With Love Is
Love can be a many splendored thing
Cant deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses, diamond rings
Dreams for sale and fairy tales
Itll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind,
Itll fool ya every time.
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
Its stronger than your pride.
The trouble with love is
It doesnt care how fast you fall
And you cant refuse the call
See, you got no say at all.
Every time I turn around
I think I got it all figured out
My heart keeps calling and I keep on falling
Tears my heart in two
The trouble with love is
Its in your heart, its in your soul (doesnt care how fast you fall)
Youre losin all control
(and you cant refuse the call, and you got no say at all)
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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A Little Fun Keeps You Young
A Little Fun Keeps You Young
A little fun keeps you young;
A little laughter keeps you bright.
When you get to that age
When a mid life crisis looms
Go out and act like a kid again.
Don’t worry what the neighbors might say
They are probably crazy anyway.
Change your hair color grow it long
Change your style and wear a thong
That will put some spring in your step
Or goose yourself to give you some pep
Don't worry what the neighbors might say
They are probably crazy anyway
Dance till the wee hours in the morning
Let loose, but don’t get lost in the spring
Smile, even if there’s nobody around
Run, until you’re nowhere to be found
Don’t worry what the neighbors might say
You are more than crazy than they anyway..
Pssst..have fun reading this, please, lol.
a fun collab write with David Harris and Jojo Bean
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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