Brilliantly Spinning
Brilliant in defending explanations.
No matter how unclear.
Or signs of sensitivity.
That's how it use to be...
Before the bottom fell from them.
However...
Still they remain brilliant.
In the ways they hide,
A mental illness suffered.
Without acknowledgement...
Of how this eats an insecurity exposed,
Showing.
Clearly eating on the surface.
And once kept within.
Beginning the unraveling...
Of every lustful sin.
Brilliantly spinning them...
Out of a self control,
Once held and sold!
With a boldness now too old,
For them to uphold from the rust and mold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brilliant Genius, April Fool So Tedious
April Fool So Tedious……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius …..,
Through an elite prism he sees us……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius …..,
One step short of Jesus…….,
No doubt he doesn’t need us……,
And would never heed us……,
But wants to clothe and feed us……,
Poor bare lawn, he’d even seed us…….,
Just like a lonely, forlorn Venus……,
April Fool So Tedious……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius…..! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Someone Somewhere In Summertime
Stay, Im burning slow
With me in the rain, walking in the soft rain
Calling out my name
See me burning slow
Brilliant days, wake up on brilliant days
Shadows of brilliant ways will change all the time
Memories, burning gold memories
Gold of day memories change me in these times
Somewhere there is some place, that one million eyes cant see
And somewhere there is someone, who can see what I can see
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Moments burn, slow burning golden nights
Once more see city lights, holding candles to the flame
Brilliant days, wake up on brilliant days
Shadows of brilliant ways will change me all the time
Somewhere there is some place, that one million eyes cant see
And somewhere there is someone, who can see what I can see
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Someone, somewhere in summertime
Someone, somewhere in summertime
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song performed by by Simple Minds
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Ping!
he may be the most brilliant
most brilliant I've ever met
I had specific needs this place covers
but there's more to where I'm at
what I'm learning is making me stronger
new ways to handle myself
almost like a test of who I am
or will I break down and become like everyone else
I've had a milestone and some setbacks to be sure
but now that I am past them
changing myself for the better, working for the future
if this test fails I would remain
at a level that I can't stand
but as I'm overcoming
it's like I'm still clearly led by his hand
success doesn't come easy here
around defeating attitudes
but now that God has renewed my strength
I'm amazed what it is making me improve
poem by La La La Laurie
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Out Of a Nothingness
Encouraged by a discouragement...
Seems to be the steps flights begin to take.
Like the discovery of a nothingness,
A non-entity ignored...
Sitting unexplored!
Until,
The realization that 'something' within it exists.
And a beginning one makes of it...
To create the break that forms its shape,
Taking place.
When one is told they are nothing...
Something 'clicks' within the mind.
And with that acknowledgement of a nothingness...
One embraces this to mold, shape and define!
Revealing a something out of a nothingness,
Where all of what 'is'...
Gets an assigned documented time of its find!
Showing a wealth of what is yet to be uncovered...
When possibilities like the life one knows,
Is given breath to breathe and eyes to probe...
A potential from a nothingness claimed,
To be named, linked and chained...
To all which had been suspended in space,
Before it too was exposed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rust eats iron
Rust eats iron.
Separation from wife
eats husband
Contempt by kith and kins
And serving evil master
Eats body by burning silently
Corroding heart and soul body
from within.
Rust eats iron.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Morning Innocence
Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know
Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears
Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds
This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...
Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives
However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...
We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives
No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed
There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.
poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco
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Signs Of Love
You walked into the room last night
Like a song on the wind
And I sensed a new beginning
The way the light had caught your hair
I couldn't help but stare
And I could tell what you were thinking
Maybe I'm high but I don't get high anymore
Not 'til you come through the door
The the room starts spinning and my hands begin to sweat
The words I've been rehearsing are so easy to forget
Falling like a stone flying like a jet
And I'm losin' control losin' control.
Chorus:
It's the signs of love
It's the signs of love
It's the signs of love
And I got it bad
I been hangin' out on your street
Just hoping for the chance to meet ya
As if I'd know waht to say if I did
But luck you come on by
I see that look in your eye
And I can tell what you're thinkin'
Maybe I'm high
But I don't get high anymore
Not 'til you come through the door
Chorus:
Send me a message tell me what to do
You can be honest but please don't be cruel babe
Send me a message tell me what to say
I got it bad yea I got it bad
Send me a message tell me what to do
You can be honest but please don't be cruel
There's only so much I can play the fool
And I'm losin' control losin' control
Chorus:
Send me a message tell me what to do
You can be honest but please don't be cruel babe
Send me a message tell me what to say
Let's get together please don't run away
It's the signs
Send me a message, Send me a message, Send me a message
Maybe I'm high let's get together
It's the signs, It's the signs, It's the signs
song performed by by 38 Special
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Sold
The ground and foundations.
Temptations solicted from staid traditions.
Beliefs...
And those who held them.
Sold for profit.
And nothing had stopped it!
Values and standards.
Smokescreening hoodwinkers...
And bribes from crooks,
Who stole like bandits.
Liars who used deceit to hide.
Sold...
Like pieces of meat!
Diced and spliced...
In divisions before eaten.
Beholding their boldness.
And unfolding a way of life cheapened.
But...
Never would they conceive,
All of their degradations...
And treasures,
Spoken and told...
Would be sold!
To the first who offered a bid!
For a desperate situation...
Seeking a quick way to sell a mess,
To rid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adam Sandler is truly brilliant. He plays these goofy characters, but he is a brilliant fellow.
quote by Henry Winkler
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Travesty of Brilliance
A travesty that shadows brilliance,
Contorts the showing of it...
In atmospheres where foolishness,
Seems worshipped and condoned.
Those who have a brilliance,
Are made to feel freaks.
Made to feel unusual whatever they do...
And often how they speak.
With a clarity understood!
That is not butchered on the streets.
Are pointed out as smart and/or 'lucky'.
And should move away to succeed.
Since where they live and feel a comfort...
Only disrespect they can expect to receive.
A travesty that shadows brilliance,
Leaves many disadvantaged...
With an unconscious acceptance,
Of a stifling ignorance.
Smothering them and in their decadence.
And...
In many communities where unity is professed...
A preferred association with ignorance,
Many profess as their success.
With a known evidence of it achieved.
To be brilliant and exposed,
Threatens those with insecurities.
Expecially those who are clueless,
With no connection to identity or to what that means.
To achieve mediocrity is a stretch for many!
And for more it is out of reach.
And those who are brilliant in the own communities...
Are treated as if they have leprosy.
OR something that disfigures them to be ostracized,
Shunned and banned.
Ridiculed by minds diseased.
And this travesty of brilliance,
Sweeps across a degraded land!
Showing just what influences.
And how corrupted insecurities...
Can destroy and ruin by command.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of Control
I have done everything that you say.
I followed your rules without question.
I thought it would help me see things clearly.
But insted of helping me see,
I look around and it is like I am running,
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control.
Where should I go, what should I do.
I dont understand what you want from me.
Cauz I dont know, if I can trust you,
I dont understand what you want from me.
I feel like I am spinning out of control
Try to focus but everything is twisted,
And all alone I thought you were be there.
To let me know, Im not alone,
But in fact that is exactly what I want.
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
Cauz I dont know, if I can trust you,
Or all of the things you said to me.
And I may never know,
the answer to this sadlis mystery.
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
It is still a mystery, it is still a mystery.
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
Cauz I dont know, if I can trust you,
Or all of the things you said to me.
And I may never know,
the answer to this sadlis mystery.
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control!!
song performed by by Hoobastank
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The two things that matter the most to me: emotional resonance and rocket launchers. Party of Five, a brilliant show, and often made me cry uncontrollably, suffered ultimately from a lack of rocket launchers.
quote by Joss Whedon
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Godard is incredibly brilliant, the things he says. Apparently here in France, the most interesting thing when a new film of his is going to come out are his press conferences, because he's so brilliant.
quote by Brian De Palma
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I don't believe you have to have eating disorders and mental illness to screw up.
quote by Kirstie Alley
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I guess some people are brilliant enough to be brilliant on their own and never doubt anything and come up with fabulous things. But I think it's good to get into arguments with people and have them say, 'That sucks' or 'You're crazy' or 'That's cheesy""'or 'What do you think of this?'
quote by Madonna Ciccone
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Less than precious Stones
Less than precious Stones
I'm so glad you asked
a brilliant question for which
I have a dull answer.
Brilliance has to do
with shine and
dullness with personality.
Like in dimwitted.
A brilliant can be dulled
which makes it less brilliant.
Yet it doesn’t make it
dimwitted. Like some people
are smart but not intelligent
while others are intelligent
but not smart at all. Like how
I'm trying to answer here.
Let’s bet with your polish
you can hone my answer
better than I can lap it.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Nov©2009
AD Something
poem by Alex Nodopaka
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Regardless Of Those Appearances
The selling of any image,
That directly conflicts...
With that which is in existence.
And clearly represents,
A negligence that is in shambles.
Does not mean for one moment,
That the image sold free of imperfections...
Should not be held to be one golden.
With a choosing of it as reality.
And reflects all that is properly etiquette.
Since this as a deliberate promotion shows,
Has been marketed as a brilliant achievement.
Regardless of those observances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fast Riches
Fast and slow are cars that slide,
The love of a ride is as a blind man;
It is the path of a lover and priest,
They pray and love all to themselves,
Shaking the hands of mysticism,
Betraying a trust of the law.
Perhaps, the business of a man and his book
Is brilliant, but then what is brilliant?
The brilliant sun is heavenly and bright
Like the business of a man in daylight.
He is earning pride and money, fast and slow,
Much of the winning is light, is fight.
A lawful representative of life,
He acts in the way of money and wealth -
He became rich, rich!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Parallels
(squire)
When youve tried most everything and nothings taking you higher.
When you come to realize, youve been playing with fire.
Hear me when I say to you, its really down to your heart.
Its the beginning of a new love in sight.
Youve got the way to make it all happen.
Set it spinning turning roundabout.
Create a new dimension.
When we are winning we can stop and shout
Making love towards perfection.
Ive been all around the world and seen so many faces.
Young and old a story told, filling in my spaces.
Now without a trce of doubt I feel it every hour.
Its the beginning of a new love inside.
Could be an ever opening flower.
No hesitation when were all about
To build a shining tower.
No explanations, need to work it out.
You know weve got the power.
Parallel our sights.
And we will find, that we, we need, to be, where we, belong.
Parallel our heights
Display our rights, and wrongs, and always keep it--strong.
Its the beginning of a new love in sight.
Could be an ever opening flower.
No explanations, need to work it out.
You know weve got the power.
Its the beginning of a new love inside.
Youve got the way to make it all happen.
Set it spinning turning roundabout.
Create a new dimension.
When we are winning we can stop and shout
Making love towards perfection.
song performed by by Yes
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Dance In Awe
Dance with me my angel
in the abundent blue called sky
when the sun does wake, or the moon does shine
dance as if no one can be seen
only with the clouds that ignores the eyes of many
but caches the beauty of some
lifting them up to the dance floor called heaven
and prooving that once a person had the power to dance
divine spirits do watch brilliantly in awe. at the beauty of the livings movements
at the angels sweet footsteps and heartbeats we whisper
just close your mind to impossibilitys and open it to your heart
move as if your heart could divinly dance
only with the steps, only to the notes that fit together as if an angel could write
this writing could fly to the minds of the living below
caution of the beauty shown above their heads
and showing them that in fact this beauty can be seen
if only if only they were to look into the morning sky
and see these brilliant clouds
see the movements of the angels breaths their feet
shaking the world with not fear but with love
and poening the eyes of the ones who could not see
showing the dance of the angles above
poem by Kristinahh KIMBER
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