Sores And Defects After Charles Bukowski Cause And Effect
Going through emotions' motions
the worst seldom die by the hands of others
often get off lightly,
rile those left behind
can seldom pick up the pieces,
sore, ask why so few
succeed in escaping
from
mental defects
Cause and Effect
The best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them:
(9 February 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Separate Ways
(words & music by west - mainegra)
I see a change is coming to our lives
Its not the same as it used to be
And its not too late to realise our mistake
Were just not right for each other
Love has slipped away left us only friends
We almost seem like strangers
All thats left between us are the memories we shared
Of times we thought we cared for each other
Theres nothing left to do but go our separate ways
And pick up all the pieces left behind us
And maybe someday, somewhere along the way
Another love will find us
Some day when shes older, maybe she will understand
Why her mom and dad are not together
The tears that she will cry when I have to say goodbye
Will tear at my heart forever
Theres nothing left to do but go our separate ways
And pick up all the pieces left behind us
And maybe someday, somewhere along the way
Another love will find us
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Pick Up The Pieces of The Mess That's Made
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
You've met the challenge that's been swept.
Don't let this creep into your sleep.
As if a daydreamed lover,
Is a desire you wish to meet.
Get up and beat this need fatiguing.
If you want a peace of mind...
Don't become weakened by routines,
You know should be left behind.
No need to keep this stored and neat,
As if this is sublime.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
You've met the challenge that's been swept.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well Read Unread
WELL READ UNREAD
Writing on emotions' motions
need apply to other eyes -
often inciting trite commotions -
seldom showing pleased surprise.
Time's rivers feed eternal oceans,
although life under any guise
knows no immortal magic potions
so youth turns prime then age with sighs.
Perhaps tomorrow special lotions
will cancers cure of any size
offer instant locomotion
between dimensions wide as wise.
Notice not ice nor fire can compromise
poetic search beyond known skies.
15 February 2010
robi03_1952_robi03_0000 SXX_INZ
poem by Jonathan Robin
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You Left Me Sore
Love is infectious and I was a victim
The worst case youd ever see
But still I know no doctor or nurse
Could cure what you gave to me
cause you
Really, you left me sore
You really left me sore now baby
You messed me up for sure and I dont mean maybe
cause you really left me sore
You didnt tell me and I didnt ask so theres
Nobody left to blame
But still I know no place I can go
That helps to relieve the pain
But now I know no good ever comes
From love on a one night stand
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.
Jane Austen in Emma
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Damien
Things are done that I just don't understand
There's hardly no time left for the average young man
Works his arse off 'til his blue in the face
Drugged with hope so he can keep up the pace
And soon he joins the unemployed
Where all hope and ambition are destroyed
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
A situation that I don't understand
A desperation that just got out of hand
He didn't realize what steps he should take
He didn't realize that his life was at stake
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
A contemplation left much to late
A deliberation we all left to fate
We didn’t understand the role we should play
We ignored the facts hoping they would simply fade away
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
Copyright Colin Coplin 1984/2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Not a Friend, Left Behind
A tale seldom told
Of a life seemingly forgotten
Not a friend, left behind
In the hurried pace of life
Time to precious a commodity
To spare a moment, a thought
The terms of friendship
A glossary of semantics
Aquatinted by interpretation
Of what is felt and what is said
The colleague of indifference
A reality or emotional impulse
Allied to some promises
And so some stories read
Into an unhappy end
That seldom they are told
Have you heard the one about
Not a friend, left behind
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Valentines
This valentines day stricly broken up
for my heart has cried enough
the broken pieces left out to bleed
and the bitter strength did not succeed
for this valentine is only a card
cut out by a single heart
only to show you how much it hurt
for it to simply be torn apart
my heart has been cut too many times to count
pieces given away to my valentines
as if these pieces enables a spell
put on me to control my loveless crimes
all pieces have been given away
thrown away for very shown sharp
causing them to so called bleed, to hurt
even if from my love filled heart
for now they are gone spread out for all too see
my hearts in pieces now cried from tears
now the love is no longer in me
and my thoughts no longer conquer these fears
i have no love left
no heart left
only tears left
only hope left
not even a valentine
poem by Kristinahh KIMBER
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Left Hand
It was typical of you
To give it to me plain
The sign on your door
Said make your mind up or go away
It was difficult for me
To figure you out
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
Tell the way we miss out on something
We're free
But there is nothing when I present
It was typical of you
To feather your nest
Try to explain
Me and my big mouth were laid to rest
There's nowhere to go
But I'm not hanging around
Left hand
Pick me up and then you put me down
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
Tell the way we miss out on something
We're free
But there is one thing when I present
Left hand
Left hand
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
song performed by by Crowded House
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Simple, Seldom and Sad
Simple, seldom and sad
We are;
Alone on the Halibut Hills
Afar,
With sweet mad Expressions
Of old
Strangely beautiful
So we're told
By the Creatures that Move
In the sky
And Die
On the night when the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry.
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Simple, seldom and sad
Are we
When we take our path
To the purple sea -
With mad, sweet Expressions
Of Yore,
Strangely beautiful,
Yea, and More
On the Night of all Nights
When the sky
Streams by
In rags, while the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry,
sensitive, seldom and sad -
sensitive, seldom and sad.
poem by Mervyn Peake
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The Blind Man
Within a corner of this windowed room
He sits, and seldom speaks, and seldom
moves.
Forever left within eternal gloom,
He thinks of those he left, and those he loves.
The clouds were his, the colours of the day,
The purple mists, the deepest shades of blue,
The yellow flames, the stars, the milky way,
And smiles and frowns, and stretching moon-
light too.
He knew the sun upon the eastern sea,
And watched it set behind a western hill.
He saw the depth of waters, - space, - the free
Ascent of birds. All these he knew until
The bursting shell. And now, as life is long,
He sits alone, and whistles some old song.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Never Deeply Appreciative
Seldom do transitions come,
With a subtlety elusive and delicate.
Some come like an eathquake,
That disturbs and shakes...
Those asleep to awaken.
Seldom does a shock,
Comes to prepare those aware of it...
To block and stop.
With an alternative...
To figure out in accepted procrastination.
And seldom is that which is rare,
Will await patiently for comparisons to make.
Like a love that is given with friendship.
With an existence given...
A disrespect to regard as one chooses.
Seldom do transitions come,
With a subtlety elusive and delicate.
Some come like an eathquake,
That disturbs and shakes...
Those asleep to awaken.
The existence of them given,
Has meaning and purpose.
To ignore the effect...
Is to be totally unconscious.
And those who are...
Totally unconscious,
Are never deeply appreciative of anything!
Only to compensate for their dissatisfactions...
With the aid of excuses to solicit and sell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flow need not 'know
FLOW NEED NOT 'KNOW'
Abstract seems role-reversal, wrong
tack, off the tracks, emotions vented,
sore, flawed, unscored or scorning song,
cacophany to be prevented.
Flow need not 'know', for verse glows strong
with dream domain's home-truths presented.
Blank rant is rarely found among
felicities that Chance has scented,
blooming spontaneously along
lightwaves braving represented
barriers, blocks, constraints headstrong.
Brain's hard disc must be defragmented.
Talent - too misrepresented -
mistrusts far edge bars implemented.
18 February 2010
robi03_1953_robi03_0000 SXX_IXX
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Flow need not 'know'
Self tack take back or Right brain wrong
reacts with rant, emotions vented,
while Left behind scene stitch scores song
which out of tune may be prevented.
Flow need not 'know', for verse glows strong
if from within the truth's presented,
thought's rarely random, caught among
the lines of inklings Chance has scented,
should bloom spontaneously along
lightwaves braving represented
barriers, limits, blocks, constraints headstrong.
Brain's hard disc must be defragmented.
Talent - oft misrepresented -
mistrusts emotions implemented.
18 February 2010
Flow need not 'know' poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Changed
My life was
Turned over
By a girl that I met
In first grade
She was my friend,
She helped me
When I needed it
But my life was
Changed
By a girl that I met
That stayed for a while
She left footprints on my heart
And my soul
She left footprints
Left steps
Left hands
Put together-
From all different cultures, not one the same
But when you look deep down
The people that owned them were as different as left hands
And right hands
So I placed my hand in hers
And I felt that the world was on my side
Easily Misunderstood
Here today,
To maybe think about tomorrow.
Any Sunrise that comes to set,
Upon eyes conscious.
And thoughtless to return a thankfulness
Unquestioned are those blessings that come,
One receives to get.
With a numbing effect of a clock that ticks,
And having a way of blocking out...
A life easily misunderstood to take for granted.
Here today,
To maybe think about tomorrow.
With thoughts left to linger.
But seldom appreciated are those experiences,
Given to us to witness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Newspapers are the second hand of history. This hand, however, is usually not only of inferior metal to the other hands, it also seldom works properly.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afraid To Love
So seldom does she think of love
and seldom does she want to.
It isn't that she's cold or bad,
it's that she cannot hold you.
If she were to allow herself
to hunger for your kiss,
her heart would be like jelly
and many beats would miss.
So seldom she allows herself
this pleasure and this pain
for she would surely die for love
and cannot take the strain.
If you would promise faithfully
to be her true, true friend.
To comfort her and cherish her
and be there at her end.
But life is such a fickle beast
and even though she cares.
She cannot, no she dare not
offer love and be ensnared.
poem by Ruth Walters
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All I Have Left
When you have no one to turn to all you have is yourself to pick up all the pieces,
When this world fades your heart will crumble,
When the rain falls,
The angels will sing,
All I have left is no one to trust,
To kiss, or to even hug
When you see me fade away,
Promise me not to cry,
Just sing me a song goodnight,
All I have left is myself in the end,
There is no turning back the hands of time,
All I have is this heart,
A heart full of pain and regret,
In the end all I have is my tragic life.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Laws too gentle are seldom obeyed; too severe, seldom executed.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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