Affluenza
An affluenza suffered has gone.
Moan on.
But they've got to snap back.
Because that affluenza traps
And it's hard,
For them...
To sacrifice their trinkets.
How will they live,
Without their bangled baubled beads?
But that affluenza suffered has gone.
And many with pretensions hate to have it even mentioned.
But that affluenza suffered has gone.
And a healing has to happen if they want a conscious back.
Since that conscious that they had has laid them flat on their back.
Yes,
An affluenza suffered has gone.
Moan on.
But they've got to snap back.
Because that affluenza traps
How will they live,
Without those bangled baubled beads?
The ones they use to wear around to get the people teased.
But that affluenza suffered has gone.
And many with pretensions hate to have it even mentioned.
But that affluenza suffered has gone.
And a healing has to happen if they want a conscious back.
Since that conscious that they had has laid them flat on their back.
Yes,
An affluenza suffered has gone.
But many with pretensions hate to have it even mentioned.
Since a healing has to happen if they want a conscious back.
And that conscious that they had has laid them flat on their back.
But many with pretensions hate to have it even mentioned.
Since a healing has to happen if they want a conscious back.
And that conscious that they had has laid them flat on their back.
Yes,
An affluenza suffered has gone.
Moan on.
But they've got to snap back.
Because that affluenza traps
Moan on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Choose To Lay Up On Their Backsides
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
Hear them talk about their pains,
And those agonies they reveal.
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
And...
Listen how they boast about,
Reasons why they choose NOT to heal.
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
People like to stay flat on their back-
Sides!
People like to moan and that's a fact.
People like to stay flat on their back-
Sides!
People like to feel that keep it real...
To suffer!
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
And...
People choose to lay up on their backsides!
Listen to their reasons NOT to heal!
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.
I have suffered this.
And...
I suffer from that.'
People choose to lay up on their backsides!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty is holistic
Be clean; you are conscious of skin.
Do yoga; you are conscious of body.
Do prnayama; you are conscious of energy.
Do meditation; you are conscious of mind.
Being conscious of it is strengthening of it.
Then which woman can resist you?
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Affluenza
Affluenza is the new affliction.
It is a fact, not fiction.
Everyone has increased his pace
To join the rat race.
Credit cards and banks offer loans
On the telephone.
Car, home on EMI
At your earliest you must buy.
Malls everyday multiply
It’s a question of demand and supply.
24/7 advertising blitz,
Decisions makers are the kids.
A very dear friend
In a moment of weakness confessed,
Retail therapy is worth a try
When low, it gives a high.
With life style diseases young are down,
Lament doctors with a frown.
The only cure is to simplify,
If at a ripe old age you want to die.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Please Come Back To Me
Sittin in the car
One spring break afternoon
Knowin u couldn't be far
And that I'd see you soon
Away from you
Is where I hate to be
But get a clue
And please come back to me
Please come back to me
I miss your crazy mind
I want you to be
Here so you'll find
You'll eventually see
So please come back to me
My life isn't the same
Without you here
I'd rather have you over all the fame
To the ground just dropped my tear
Away from you
Is where I hate to be
If you love me too
Then please come back to me
Please come back to me
I miss your crazy mind
I want you to be
Here so you'll find
You'll eventually see
So please come back to me
By now it's almost dark
As far as I can see
Now walkin alone in a park
So please come back to me
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
I want you here with me
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Oh how lonely it can be
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Back here with me
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Come back and you'll see
So please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to me
Please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to me
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Down the road
As I walk down these roads I see people crying,
Trying not show their true feeling toward the person they love,
The more I walk on these roads I understand that people have suffered enough heart aches,
Down this road don’t have a clue where it will take me,
Continue knowing that I have a glue on this hand and my other hand holding a knife,
A glue that might give me a clue,
A knife that might end my life,
Yet I have a decision to make which I want the knife or the glue,
Who am I to judge what I want in life that might end it,
I am out of my mind,
I need to start over but there is no where to began it,
I have suffered enough,
I take it back,
Take back all the pain, heart aches, sorrows, agony,
Take it all back,
You have caused me to see them all,
I don’t need this,
You have feed me lies, hate, and hopes,
I am fed up with you,
Please make this go away,
Down the road I go knowing what will this life take me.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Where does the truth triumph?
The argument won; the truth suffered.
The money played; the truth suffered.
The power prevailed; the truth suffered.
The truth triumphed; the poor suffered
21.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Back In The Loop
Time has come to get the troops back together
No ones cruising for a bruising
Its a landslide, cant die
Time to get whats coming to me
Time to let things go
There is no way to stop the yellow danger
Time has come for you
Cause Im back....
Back! cause Im back.....back!
Im back......back! cause Im back......back!
Snap out of it now
Were back in the loop and its time to move on
Were aiming for all or nothing now
Were back in the loop and its time to go on
For us it is all or nothing now
Who are you? friend or foe?
Now leave your sorrows all behind
This aint enugh, hanging tough
Now you must make up your mind
We cant stay down, we have to leave
There is no place for us to hide, so this is it
Youve been warned now either join or step aside
Cause Im back
Back! cause Im back.....back!
Snap out of it now
Were back in the loop and its time to move on
Were aiming for all or nothing now
Were back in the loop and its time to go on
For us it is all or nothing now
Back with a vengeance
song performed by by E-type
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Be Free
the natural tendency of the mind
is to chase the mind
be beyond the mind
be beyond the body
be conscious awareness
thoughts come, take them
for what they are
and release them
why chase
be in the moment
be awareness
let your conscious be
your consciousness
restrain your wandering mind
bring it back to your own house
bring it back within yourself
the wandering mind
runs in 10 directions
it needs to be pacified
and restrained
to do this is to be free
poem by Johnny Walks
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To Clap As I Snap
You want to box me close in a ring.
To see me roped and swinging...
Desperately on a string.
To clap as I snap.
Without a fighting back.
But within me there is a secret,
You and no one else can see.
I'm not the kind to stop and bob and weave...
In weeping.
When I get stuck...
I struggle to my feet to get back up.
You may witness my stumbles.
But I am not the one to lay flat on my butt!
You want to box me close in a ring.
To see me roped and swinging...
Desperately on a string.
To clap as I snap.
Without a fighting back.
But laying flat and snapped,
As you clap rapping smack...
I can't allow that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is She Conscious
Is she conscious
Is she really wide awake?
Is she conscious
Of her beaatiful mistake?
Is she conscious
As she moves among the crowd?
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Is she asleep or just afloat?
Is she conscious
Of the letter that she wrote?
Is she conscious
Of the music in her ears?
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
As she moves across the room?
Is she conscious
Of the weeping of the moon?
Is she conscious
As she leaves the door ajar?
Is she conscious
As she gets into the car?
I dont even wanna say her name
I dont even wanna say her name
Thats all
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
Thats all
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Of the chauffeur as he drives?
Is she conscious
As the ambulance arrives?
song performed by by Waterboys
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Is She Conscious
Is she conscious
Is she really wide awake?
Is she conscious
Of her beaatiful mistake?
Is she conscious
As she moves among the crowd?
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Is she asleep or just afloat?
Is she conscious
Of the letter that she wrote?
Is she conscious
Of the music in her ears?
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
As she moves across the room?
Is she conscious
Of the weeping of the moon?
Is she conscious
As she leaves the door ajar?
Is she conscious
As she gets into the car?
I dont even wanna say her name
I dont even wanna say her name
Thats all
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
Thats all
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Of the chauffeur as he drives?
Is she conscious
As the ambulance arrives?
song performed by by Waterboys
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You Had It Comin'
Someone givin' you a hard time
You got on the attack
But some never had a chance in hell
Cos you were on their back
The news spread like a holiday
'Bout your "accident"
No roses, no wish you wells
That ain't money well spent
I wanna know what you were thinkin
As your walls came down
Surprised eyes of your sacrifice
Or just that you'd been found
If they done to you what you could do
You'd be torn apart
You haven't suffered quite enough boy
But it's a start
You had it comin', comin' to you
You had it comin', really had it comin' to you
My, my, funny time don't fly
When you got you to yourself
And your disease makes you ill at ease
Bad for your health
Then all these questions with your patient replies
Not foolin' anyone
If not for you only strong survive,if they run
You had it comin', comin' to you
You had it comin', really had it comin' to you
Someone givin' you a hard time
You go on the attack
Some never had a chance in hell
Cos you were on their back
If they done to you what you could do
You'd be torn apart
You haven't suffered quite enough boy
But it's a start
You had it comin', comin' to you
You had it comin', really had it comin' to you
song performed by by Nazareth
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Being Conscious Of Things
I know that the earth is round.
I’m not conscious of it
When I walk down the earth.
I know I shall be dead.
I’m not conscious of it
When I plan for tomorrow.
I know God is present.
Must I be conscious of Him
While I enjoy myself?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Last Dance
Wake up! its a monday morning
No time left to say goodbye
Cant breathe and the lights are changing.
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back to where you come from
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
You wake up in the mornin
And the suns comin up.
Its been up for hours and hours and hours
And hours and hours and hours
Its been up for hours and hours and hours
And you light up the stove
And the coffee cup, its hot.
And the orange juice is cold, cold, cold
Monday morning,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Its time to go,
Time to go to work.
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
No, no, no.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Thirty Ninth Lash Of The Whip
They tied Him on a pillar
As if He would try to escape
His destiny foretold before birth
They tore off His clothes, took His cape.
The whip used on Him, a flagellum
Had leather strips attached for greater cruelty
The ends had bits of bone, pieces of chain
Perhaps to ensure - the prisoner had more pain.
Now as the Roman lictor moved back
Six feet away for more impact
Spread his legs and with all his might
Hit the flagellum on the God of Light.
The strips curled around His body
Then little bits of His flesh were shed,
Bleeding from the cuts of metal and bone
The Son of God, in silent cry, was alone.
Thirty-nine lashes were thus received.
He suffered the stripes of pain for no crime
Thirty-nine illnesses to be healed of Man
The last disease... has arrived in our time.
Thirty nine illnesses that plague us now
Have been laid upon Him, the Lamb of God!
It was for our healing He bore them in Love
Suffered as a man, with all the Divinity He had.
That thirty ninth lash, for the most pain He paid
Hit hard as His Body laid bare bleeding
The thirty ninth disease, it is HIV/AIDS
A disease of the soul that denies God is judging.
'Sure ly He took our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered Him stricken by God,
smitten by Him, and afflicted.
But He was pierced for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities,
the punishment that brought us peace
was upon Him,
and by His wounds we are healed.'
ISAIAH 53: 4-5
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Healing Game
Here I am again
Back on the corner again
Back where I belong
Where Ive always been
Everything the same
It dont ever change
Im back on the corner again
In the healing game
Down those ancient streets
Down those ancient roads
Where nobody knows
Where nobody goes
Im back on the corner again
Where Ive always been
Never been away
From the healing game
Where the choirboys sing
Where Ive always been
Sing the song with soul
Baby dont you know
We can let it roll
On the saxophone
Back street jelly roll
In the healing game
Where the homeboys sing
Sing their songs of praise
bout their golden days
In the healing game
Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like youre proud
Sing the healing game
Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like youre proud
Sing the healing game
Sing the healing game
Sing the healing game
Sing it in your name
Sing the healing game....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I Pod Therapy (thank God for my I Pod)
I Pod Therapy (thank God for my I Pod)
Sweaty pillow, overfull bladder
Three A.M., wide awake,
what’s the matter?
Get up, stumble there, Fumble back to bed
Concerns climb right in with me.
Worries fill my head.
Sleep has stolen away and left a deafening stillness
An insidious, common, debilitating
yet non-existent illness.
In the past I suffered, tossed and turned.
Suffered supremely, that is,
Until I learned
Now I languidly listen, as fine literature to me is read
And Morpheus slowly slips in beside me
In my now Quiescent bed
Cool jazz softly soothes me, back to the land of nod
Worries and loneliness dissolve so easily
By the medicinal quality of my I Pod
If you suffer as did I, and sleeplessness lurks
Give I Pod therapy a try and
You’ll find it truly works
poem by David Whalen
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Ive Suffered A Head Injury
Vanilla ice man cometh, goeth
Sampling, dealing, music stolen
To pre-pubescent girls appealing
Re-mix record contract sealing
Borrowed lyrics sung with feeling slumping
Record sales are healing
Concert hall promoters kneeling
Keeping grateful deadheads relling
Quite suppressed yet quite revealing
Influence is far from stealing
Ive suffered a head Ive suffered a head injury
Ive suffered a head Ive suffered a head injury
Techno-pop kids, stardoms rockets
Money in their labels pocket
Unrelentless, thoughtless selling
Busting charts, atop theyre dwelling
Lacking substance story telling
Lost the message in this yelling
Robbing fortunes from the willing
Endless posing, mindless chilling
Plastic icing airtime filling
Instigating art-rock killing
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.
quote by Ava Gardner
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