These Two Faces
These two faces,
These two appearances,
These two images,
These two men,
Appearing to me to understand the realms of life!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Remember...You're the One That's Nuts
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
For years I have been labelled a fool...
Who has no direction.
Laughed at behind my back...
With less than adulation.
And made to feel uncomfortable,
Because I chose to be who I am.
Tell me this...
If they who have done this,
Have been stripped and evicted...
From their realities.
And their 'normal' lives have ceased to be!
While I maintain my peace of mind...
That took time for me to receive.
With a faith I've kept and believed.
What do they have they had valued...
But now has been taken.
That allows them to escape...
The sadness appearing on their faces?
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
If their way of life is 'suppose' to be right...
Why do they look as if,
The end for them is nearing?
If I had been the one...
They were laughing at and jeering?
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
I see a new day beginning to dawn.
And it seems all that they have believed in...
Has been taken away from them and gone!
'Remember...
You're the one that's nuts! '
Oh...
That's right!
I forgot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Realmseescope and realmfilterscope
some realms
can be seen
but not touched
it can be at the
other side of say light
some realms
need the other realms
to realise themselves
like light that needs us
to see itself
and us who need light
to see this realm
some realms are
sharing realms
within each other
like light that has seven
realms spread in them
and we cannot see them
until our brain advance
into them with say
a realmseescope
and till then perhaps
we need to advance with
a realm filterscope
to select from the millions of realms
what we wish to see -
the being that resembles us most
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Appearances
What do we notice
when we look without observing?
What do we think
when we decide without understanding?
Appearances deceive.
It appears nothing is as it first appears.
I wonder about that.
I wonder about what I think.
Or, is it about what I think I think about?
Juxtaposed with other pondering perceptions
- those of the far more educated -
are my thoughts trivial and trite?
confused and confusing?
disarrayed and discombobulated?
dark and distant?
How would I know?
for I do not have or hold
nor understand fully
anyone else's thoughts.
Nor they mine.
Some thoughts appear
invalid or void...
appearances deceive.
So observe, and
try to understand.
Don't be deceived,
pay humble attention to your fellow man.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Disrespect They Have Chosen
A correct and different image exposed,
Is not one they have been taught...
They should physically embrace.
In fact,
Everything they've done...
Has eliminated any traces of it,
Appearing near or found upon their faces.
With a pride that guides,
Their humiliated paces flaunted as taken.
Therefore...
Any benefits acquired from strong images given,
Has been ignored to replace them...
With those that encompass,
A disrespect they have chosen...
With a preference that dictates,
Every aspect that shows...
How they have adorned an implementation,
Of their social disgraces satiated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faces
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: look around you
What do those faces tell you?
R: faces, joy and pain
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: people, people all over town
Some of them are poor and others wear a crown
Ive seen alot of many faces
Joy and pain in different places
Open your mind, set yourself free
Figure it out, what could it be?
Sympathise, understand
Give love and peace to the other fellow man
A: faces
R: faces, joy and pain
A: look around you
Do you see those faces
What do those faces tell you
A: everywhere I go, different faces I see
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: playing with your life, playing with your soul
You all scream out Im the one in control
Killing of the colours, silly stupid games
You know who you are without no names
Dont mess the world cause that the sequal
Open your mind cause we talking about the people
In the world, all kind of places
Different races, different faces
A: different faces
Everywhere
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Desilva
I am nobody to those who arguee always,
But i am somebody to those who want ot learn;
For anybody can be somebody somewhere at anytime.
Train me if you understand the paradox of life,
Love me if you understand the mystical powers of the realms of life,
For i am the sweet taste of an apple from the Carribean Island.
With no pain ther is no gain,
So come to me Desilva;
And let traquility reign on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When you see a silent movie, you understand everything that's going on from the images because the images are so strong.
quote by Monica Bellucci
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Images of Time
The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.
Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.
Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Indelible Images
Idelible Images
That first day of school
That first friend
Indelible Images
That first play
That first fight
Idelible Images
That first graduation
That first car
Idelible Images
That first drunk
That first sober
Idelible Images
That first love
That first forget
Idelible Images
That first death
That first realization
Indelible Images
poem by Scott Tetreault
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First, those images help us understand the general and specific magnitude of disaster caused by the tsunami. The huge outpouring of aid would not have happened without those images.
quote by Bruce Jackson
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They don't understand
They don't understand,
What its like to be me.
They don't understand,
Why school is hard for me.
They don't understand,
Why I'm so skinny.
They don't understand,
Why I have no friends.
They don't understand,
What I need.
They don't understand,
Why I lie.
They don't understand,
Why life is hard.
They don't understand,
What life is like for me.
They don't understand,
Why I hurt.
They don't understand,
Why I have fears.
They don't understand,
Why I'm different.
I don't understand,
Why they don't like me.
I don't understand,
Why they don't except me.
I don't understand,
What they say.
I don't understand,
Why they don't undersatnd,
Me...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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I have wanted to be a fine artist painter, and I reached the point in art schools were I'd like to understand more about images and how images communicate information to people. And I was not getting very far in that from my professors.
quote by John Hench
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Feeling Awkward and Unnecessarily Confined
Times have always been challenging,
For those known to be beset by challenges.
Mainly based upon appearances.
And those profiled have known who this is.
Times have always been restrictive for some.
Those limited to opportunities...
Dispensed by those believing,
Themselves to be the chosen ones.
Times have always been...
Challenging!
Today new faces seem to be
Unexpectedly challenge.
And feeling the stress,
Of having less.
Today new faces seem to be...
Feeling awkward,
And unnecessarily confined...
By others who have inflicted limitations on their minds.
Others they now see...
Caring less about them,
Their needs and/or abilities...
To feed accustomed greed.
Times have always been challenging,
For those known to be beset by challenges.
Mainly based upon appearances.
And those profiled have known who this is.
However...
The task to ignite the excitement,
To play fresh rounds of cowboys and indians...
To declare others on their own soil,
Enemies!
Has become more sophisticated today to portray.
Especially at the price that is currently marketed,
To eliminate 'threats' from stolen assets that interest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much More Than Fluff
Because it is made to look easy...
People think it is!
Whatever it is one does,
And enjoys getting done.
Not a dropp of blood, sweat or a tear,
Is connected to what one does...
That seems to instantly appear.
And others perceive...
If it is done like that,
There can not be sweat...
Dripping off one's back!
So they stand on the sidelines...
To either admire or attack.
And the more productive one is,
At what one does...
Of course,
They must live lives carefree and breezy,
Correct?
One would suspect.
Not a life in the 'fields'...
Working harder than a horse!
However...
No one knows how long,
One toilfully struggles on.
Perhaps days and nights...
Without one wink of sleep in 'sight'!
This would ruin images!
But this is not the view that is chosen,
When someone selects...
Another to dissect!
Nor would they accept,
One working hard to produce their best.
This would ruin images!
They would rather pass judgements.
And compare what it is 'they' do!
To make that appear more tough and rough!
But what appears to be simple....
May take much more than fluff,
To produce the stuff!
Then make public appearances,
To further mystify...
Those who qualify images!
Producing a 'pleasantness'.
With a social accepted grace!
And 'that' may be the most difficult thing,
One works harder to create.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My feet never touched the ground. Lots of good groups with crazy and unique images. It was wild. I spent all of my time doing gigs, TV appearances, interviews, or recording. I could write a book - and probably will.
quote by Suzi Quatro
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See All Her Faces
(jim stratton / alexander ryan)
Here she comes
Here she comes
Ribbons flying from her half-forgotten hair
Look at her run
See what the world and love have done
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look in my eyes
That she is me
I cant disguise
See all her faces
Ah, ha, see all her faces
Im looking for someone
Of the gentle kind
Knowing that looks can lie
Looking for someone
Is he there to find?
Or should I run on by, ah, ha
Here she comes
Here she comes
Shadows sadly chasing
Every step she takes
Look at her now
She needs love so much more somehow
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look at my life
The wasted years
Each a knife
See all her faces, ah-ha
See all her faces
Waiting for someone
Who will set me free
Passing the time too fast
Waiting for someone
Is that where hell be?
Or should I run right past? , hmm
There she goes
There she goes
Somehow making me and all her faces sad, oh, oh
Ba, da, ba, da, ba, da, ba, da......
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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What Are Images Created For?
The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But what has been absent...
Is a quitting to dispense,
The distribution of pretentions...
Of those defining who is qualified,
With credentials certified...
That impresses with appearances,
Images relied upon...
That those knowledgeable oppose.
And refuse to masquerade to disguise.
The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But those who stare...
Seek something there that impresses.
And if it is not an image dressed,
To impress expectations...
The answers that are there,
Will continually to be ignored.
What are images created for?
If there are not there to enhance pretentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images
Images.
Images invented.
Images invented to cement.
Images invented to cement and limit,
To give images purpose and intent.
A reason to solidify limitations that prevent,
A bombardment of unrestricted imaginations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mirror Images
Faces in the mirror
faces in the past
faces in the future
faces from a different world
Faces in the mirror
looking back
all for the life
they once had
all for the life
they should have had
All my faces
all my lives
looking back
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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