Stonehenge
What can be said to the stones
the deaf blocks unyielding to tenderness.
Question them and expect to be assailed
by a tract, by a jingoistic reply
Expect to come away bruised
broken by the heedless conformity
lines crossing the heart of the crooked sky
no more relevant to this vital world
than their acrimonious retorts
to your soft pleading queries
What can be said to a grieving mother?
asking softly why her son is dead,
that she is insincere in her puzzlement?
of the craggy forms
of emanations of nonsense
blatherings from a hidden teleprompter
grasping reason and feeling
ripping them with archless grace
with stoic poise and scrubbed stone
through piles of rubble, treaties, and rotting flesh
explaining with monolithic droll
with guards and fences to protect
their preeminence
why sanguine tears must pour into the basin
below the blood gutters
along with the seeds of a nation and
why it is necessary for death and sacrifice
be accepted without complaint
poem by George Murdock
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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Dead And Broken
Too many things I've never spoken
I'm not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
That'll be the day you see me crying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
How many different faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
I'm dying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
Sorry to see that you're underestimated lately
I'd rather be dead and broken than living in your grace
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
song performed by by Godsmack
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Dead & Broken
Too many things Ive never spoken
Im not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
Thatll be the day you see me crying
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
How many faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
Im dying
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Sorry to see that youre underestimated lately
Id rather be dead and broken than living in your grace
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
song performed by by Godsmack
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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What Did You Expect?
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
When I heard your words,
I didn't object but accepted.
My mind is at total rest.
What I gave to you,
Was my all and best.
And the only thing you showed to me,
Was a disrespect.
My dignity and pride,
I will always protect.
And I thank God,
I did not allow you to come near them.
It wont be me awakening,
To a cold shoulder I did not expect.
You will be the one receiving that...
From the next one and the next one...
And all the others,
You thought would love you...
Better than my best!
And being 'done' by the likes of you,
Has given me a sense of complete rest.
you have no idea how much you've been spoiled.
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
I know who I am.
And you will discover that,
When you are shut out unwanted...
To stand alone on someone's doorstep,
Whining like a wet puppy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The sacrifice of the seeds rotting on stones is not futile. They will change into rich soil upon which other seeds will sprout.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Exhortation On Some Lines....
something is missing in your lines.
i regret to tell you that.
it does not speak well of yourself
or the world
or any moment, it is like a desert and all we have is space and
a horizon
there is even no wind to blow the sands away
i do not expect rain in the desert
but i could have seen a camel or a line of trucks or a
caravan
or even a Bedouin riding on his black horse with a scimitar
here i am again
in my worst self trying to tell you what to do so that you can be what you are
your lines are straight and too clean and that make them appear
dishonest
people love crooked lines and those that move in free directions
lines that are cold like the wind
and yet vibrant at night
not really dead, but simply grieving in silence for the loss of
someone so loved and missed.
i do not want you to change your lines, they are yours to
show,
i may be unfair wishing that your lines may be like mine
but mine are too sad and always sounding like a lover abandoned.
the beautiful lines are not clean.
they are imbued with our errors, erasures, blasting in our faces
like explosives
where shattered as we are on the fields of our disasters
only in a few seconds
we become silent spaces again.
mine are sad, and lonely and abandoned.
they are the only ones i have now, and so i must be compelled to
have them and love them
just the way they are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When You're Feeling Not Quite Your Best
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
When performing for others becomes a test.
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And you would rather relax and rest?
Do you do what some do and go through the steps?
Only to not care what steps to do next?
With a wish you had an understudy...
To do what you do but only better yet.
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And to be able to get away it with no regrets.
Praying someone will remember when,
You bettered your best efforts.
As if renewed by an energy...
With a hunger to impress.
And what you are now offering...
They are willing to help you to quickly forget!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exterminate
...Foetus was growing
At the cost
Of uterus mother's organism...
My thoughts
Has gone in torture
I hear - why !?
I don't I feel touch.
I torture other vicim - why !?
Question why scoring
I say to you?
Degenerated conception of creepy
Created by aversion & death
Vision of their own nation
I remember moment
Saturated with
Looking at massacre - why ?
Innocent's blood is
All over my body
Deep in me there is
Degeneration & inside
Madness
Madness
Murder by the reason
Cruelty by own
Children's blood
Created by system of hatred
Changed into beast
...From unsewed stomach is
Coming baby
Small in mother's blood,
Stumps cut navels
Around their throats
Mother's blood mixed
With young stuff
Demonic orgy, woman's anatomy
I'm guilty in brain torture
I hear - why question
Nation's death - why
song performed by by Yattering
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Heart Of Stone
I cry for your heart of stone
Im gonna wait until you come home
Oh why I am I alone?
Im as good as dead yeah
Ooh I lost my sense of passion and direction
To protect myself from hurting and despair
Listen to my heart my soul is aching
Fool or saint?
Cause you went and left me
And you so upset me
I cant believe that you would ever find it easy
To walk away as if youd never really cared
Did you expect that Id give in and beg for mercy
Out in the gutter
Out in the gutter
I cry for your heart of stone
Im gonna wait until you come home
Oh why I am I alone?
Im as good as dead yeah
Ooh I look back on the first night with affection
And if you had a heart youd remember too
The way we used to run around like little children
Fool or saint?
My mother told me
Youd be no good for me
I cry for your heart of stone
Im gonna wait until you come home
Oh why I am I alone?
Im as good as dead yeah
Out in the gutter
I got to break that heart of stone
I cry for your heart of stone
(I been worried about you baby)
Oh why I am I alone?
(I been worried about you baby)
Im as good as dead yeah
(I want you back)
song performed by by Erasure
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Expect No Mercy
If youre ready for the street
You wanna mix it in some fight
Let me tell you somethin
Now I dont wanna get you uptight
But if youre in a corner
And you cant find no way out
Dont look around for no help
No, no there wont be any around
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
So you think you got a case
And you think you know the score
No you dont wanna listen
You cant be told no more
But waitll you get out there
You better do it right
cause the streets are lined with things that kill
And theyre hidin in the night
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Feel that you can cut it
You think you got the time
Theyll only give you one chance
Better get it right first time
And the game youre playing
If you lose you gotta pay
If you make just one wrong move
Youll get blown away
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Words and music by dan mccafferty, manny charlton, pete agnew,
And darrell sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for canada and u.s.a.)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world
International copyright secured
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Ive Come To Expect It From You
So upset
Nervous wreck
I cant believe she said goodbye
Sit and smoke
Cry and joke
About these tears in my eyes
Chorus:
How could you do what you gone and done to me
I wouldnt treat a dog the way you treated me
But thats what I get
Ive come to expect it from you
A million times
A million lines and I bought em every one
You dont care
You rip and tear every dream Ive counted on
I guess I should thank my unlucky stars
That Im alive
And youre the way you are
But thats what I get
Ive come to expect it from you
Chorus
I could raise hell
But what the hell it wouldnt do a bit of good
I can leave
My heart agrees it seems to think that I should
There wont be no more next time doing me wrong
Youll come back this time to find that Im gone
But thats what you get
You should expect that from me
Thats what I get
Ive come to expect it from you.
song performed by by George Strait
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Too Monolithic
If a love for you pursued,
Is considered too monolithic...
With expectations deemed out of reach.
That love one seeks and sought...
Has become for that one,
An internalized defeat...
Immensely heightened by negative speech.
Too monolithic becomes that which is missed.
And too monolithic is that which is wished.
With that switch appearing easy,
Sitting as a chore...
With a feeling too difficult and goes ignored.
One has to,
Stop and dropp off of that bucking high horse.
With a roping in of emotions...
Allowed to go too far off course.
Don't become compelled to control and rule.
Go through those hoops...
Everyone who wishes love eventually goes through.
Too monolithic becomes that which is missed.
Until one sees what comes as a gift.
An arrival of a blessing,
One should permit.
And coming as it does to become accepted as it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a soldier
I am not perfect,
nor is anyone.
noone is always right,
everyone is sometimes wrong.
So don't expect a hero,
don't expect a knight.
don't expect perfection,
for i am just a man.
I am not a hero,
but nor am i a fool.
i am just a man,
in a soldier's uniform.
Do not try to fight me though,
theres power hidden inside.
strength is not as important,
as the power thats inside.
So dont expect a hero,
don't expect a guide.
just expect a soldier,
with power deep inside.
poem by Robert Page
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Our Tenderness
Put aside all the springtimes of Paris and Rome
There are none of your secrets you need to confess
Lock your dangerous dreams in the closets at home
All I'm wanting about you is your tenderness.
I don't measure the weight of commitments in gold
My fingers are not wearing your promises
No flesh of my heart can be purchased or sold
All I'm offering to you grows with tenderness.
I have no master plan for all you might expect
There is no art of love designed under duress
Show me maps of your islands I need to protect
With my arms of defence, weapons of tenderness.
Now if I must disrobe every truth of the word
And if you demonstrate just what works for you best
I'll insist upon nothing, whatever you've heard
Only bargaining with you for your tenderness.
So return those Millennium dreams to the store
And hold over your masks, we can play fancy-dress
Draw your hand down the lights, throw the rug on the floor
We'll explore all the borders of our tenderness.
Saint Valentine's Day,2008
poem by Frank Bana
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Bets Then...Were Off
I bet when you came,
You did not expect this.
I can see it in your eyes.
You lick your lips...
As you tremble!
I bet when you came,
You did not expect this?
Exposing myself,
With direct comments.
Saying that I wish,
We would undress,
And have sex!
I bet when you came,
You did not expect this?
But you did expect something.
I saw that hot and wanting to be bothered look,
Immediately.
'I bet when I came,
You did not expect to see me like this,
At all? ' She said.
And I could say nothing,
Since all bets then...were off!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
poem by Mona Martinez
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A Voice for Sanity
For leadership, many countries look our way,
To ascertain whether this nation will hold sway.
Its as if they are not apt enough to plan,
And their fate was apt to be in our hands.
We wonder if America can abide,
But know that God must be on our side.
God will not give us another choice,
His has been, is, and will be the final voice.
We wonder if America can abide,
The way things are trashed and tossed aside,
And fear is ripping at the American heart
With the threat of tragedy tearing it apart.
At night, the voice of children mocks,
Like the sound of Sirens on the rocks,
Their waiting mothers under the light,
As alcoholics prepare to fight.
Peaceful towns, with hours to while away,
Now hear weapons firing in the day,
With acts of violence changing their life,
Are seeking ways out of this strife.
No suitable answer that they can respect,
And grasping at straws becomes a project.
Will a heroine appear, unawares,
And save them from the inevitable snares?
For this land, we asked for salvation,
And, right early, we expect its revelation.
But the faith we need, to get what we expect,
Is more often than not what we want to reject.
poem by Albert Price
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Frozen Bullet Eyes
You shot me with those frozen bullet eyes
which at first ice-berged the center of my soul
but I didn't die.
can't be killed by a dead man.
The swipe of that ice crystal hand
was dismissively lodged
in my breathing space
and I cried;
but real tears don't fall for the already deceased
feeling wise.
I stood full on
in Massive Regret
shrounded in its Cape of Sorrows
yet
persevered on to day next
piling high
frozen layers
which I could and would melt
and yet
you now come back
hands now greased
with your own blood and wounds
to say
I was the only one who'd understand
how a dead man feels.
I took your face in my hands
ignoring the bitter sweet irony taste
whispering yet into your crinkled ears
that you'd been gone just long enough
for there to be no feeling left
for cruel lovers
who first cut flesh
before leaving;
that part of me now gone
I said
and now
not available
to you
or I
or for Johnny come lately life lines.
'You can't'
I said
'poison your water
and still expect to drink.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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