Brokenness
They still wish to find,
A soft exit for their flaws.
With someone or somewhere...
They wish to lay the blame.
As to why they've left their foundations,
In shambles and shame.
Somehow excuses have to be found!
To explain the mess,
They have left all around!
They still wish to define,
Their deeds as just!
With a quality of life squeezed and dried.
From an economy ruined,
And busted from rust.
That have left themselves the ones criticized.
But they try to explain away,
Their absence of knowledge.
Hoping the existence of it...
Slowly drifts and fades.
With no one feeling betrayed!
Even with the credentials of those...
Who profess to have experience.
With some of them with law degrees.
And many who claim to be scholars...
Who teach their skills in college!
But none can use simplistic common sense...
To prevent a brokenness they have created.
Although 'hate' is what they seem to do best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Peas In a Pod
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!
Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
They don't try to meet
Expectations that defeat
Or deceive!
They don't try to make enemies,
Just to see if they can beat them!
And they match each other,
When the other...
Isn't there to make a pair.
This doesn't matter.
In their minds.
In their hearts.
When such feeling surrounds them,
Everywhere.
Not caring who believes it!
This is theirs and they receive it!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!
Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
By those who seek,
To pierce their privacy...
With eyes that pry,
To probe inside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Footprints
You left your footprints across my life
I hate to see your photographs:
passing history impossibly frozen,
demanding out-of-date thoughts.
You left your footprints on my life
I hate it when people talk of you:
as if they were asking for my blood
to warm their own false memories.
You left your footprints through my life
I hate it when I find a letter from you:
I read a richness and a loss in them
and am torn apart by myself
You left your footprints in my life
Footprints claim nothing, offer nothing;
they do not ask to be preserved, or to be erased;
they are clean, yet they are there;
where they lead, I have yet to find
You left your footprints across my life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Nothing
Shot down your instincts, turned into a freak
You said this was your first time
How fast changes come for you to finally see
Shallow plains for you to find what you...
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo nothing left...
Stuck in with no way out a gift for your grief
Shattered your thoughts of a good thing that you never had
Hopelessly knowing whats right or wrong
Can't stop the feeling, it comes so strong
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo...
Observe nature from a black top view
Left you defenseless hoping for defeat
Built on my fears
Confession of obsession
One day happy place for you to hide
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left for me!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
With this ghost on my side!
There's something left
With you in my life!
There's nothing left!
Nothing left, nooo...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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How Is It Possible
How is it possible to lay blame,
And not profess to be near...
To claim involvement?
How is it possible to own reactions...
But not invest any knowledge,
Of participating in the created unrest?
As if that finger pointing,
Is unattached to the one recognizing fault!
How is that done by someone...
Who attacks another for exposing,
An emotion returned that was equally matched!
How is it possible to lay blame,
And not profess to be near...
To claim involvement?
And how can anything be solved,
When someone hurt is on the prowl.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt Is.... Just Salty
There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.
poem by David Knox
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed
Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.
And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!
And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.
Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.
The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense of Pretense
Her friends convinced her,
She was better off without me...
Because she had degrees!
But I knew she had no common sense.
She left!
And they left her dazed and unhappy.
She did have one thing going she kept...
Her sense of pretense she used,
That I actually was lost
Needing someone like her,
Around me to find myself.
And I tried to show her from the very beginning,
Her friends couldn't give her
What she could never get back from me.
I knew what I had!
And I still got it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Question About Religion....
to pass the time
we talk, i have nowhere to go
this self is not taking me
anywhere
i am not well dressed
i am a shadow of my mind
it is my mind that
is becoming my own body
my body is but
an afterthought
of a flash,
you do not talk much
you are surprised
you doubt about what is happening to me
i cannot explain
you do not want me to explain
it is obvious
each part of me is disappearing
my ears are dissolving in air
i have become smaller
when you stare at me
perhaps this is what happens
when shame
makes a decision
i do not feel any roundness of this earth
the space has become
another meaningless
edge of my
existence
i want to explain it now that
you start to speak
'what the hell is happening to you? '
you ask
feeling the roughness of my hair
'this cannot be true'
i nod my head and shrink
like some ice on the floor
and then
as you cannot see me anymore
you left
this refusal to believe
that things like these can happen to someone like me
i use to ask ' Was i God? '
it is this blasphemy that
meted the penalty
'Issa, Issa, are you preaching now
that it was not really what you intended? '
it is not too late yet,
it was the fake one
that spy that
was hanged
and died.
Lina, please leave the documents
on my table.
I cannot yet
find myself
just like the way you have not
forgiven yourself
once victim, now
the offender
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Colder In The Rain
Feeling confused about the things that i have seen
Nothing seems to be real everything's a dream
Which causes me to question
What life really means
This is our world
Can't take no more
I'm breaking, help me
Tell me where to go
In time i'm gonna find my own sweet way
My tears will dry
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain
But the summertime
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame
Sitting here thinking about the place we're going to
Not knowing where or what might happen if we both flew
Even though I know i've made mistakes
I will learn from every one
This is awful
Can't take no more
I'm breaking, help me
Tell me where to go
In time i'm gonna find my own sweet way
My tears will dry
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain
But the summertime
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame
My tears will dry (Tears will dry)
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame (Yeah)
And there's no one else to blame........
My tears will dry (My tears will dry)
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime (Summertime)
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame
(No one else to blame)
My tears will dry (my tears will dry)
I don't know why (I don't know why)
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime (Summertime)
Got left behind (Got left behind)
And there's no one else to blame
(There's no one else to blame)
My tears will dry (yeah)
I don't know why (I don't know)
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime (Summertime)
Got left behind (Got left behind)
And there's no one else to blame (Ooh-ooh)
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On the Wings of Deception
They wonder why their trails are blocked.
Why accomplishments gained,
Are suddenly stopped!
They insist there are more deeds to make.
Yet nurturing the young...
Has not been done!
They wonder why turmoil exist.
As they put out fires blazing,
From crisis to crisis.
Lessons aren't learned...
And sermons preached are ignored!
Common sense and sensibility,
Cakes thick as mud on treasures once adored!
Crevices crack on foundations of traditions.
Premonitions depicted,
Are cast aside as superstitions.
No one wants to hear about results of ignorance.
Fearing these revelations are a waste of common sense!
And everyone is on defense...
To protect created rights!
Placing values on fantasies,
Fed to feed sickened appetites.
Justice prevails for those who have deep pockets.
Although these mingled resources dwindle...
The fighting continues,
With justifications that skyrocket!
And we are led to believe this way of life is best?
Tell that to those with peace of mind...
Tell that to those who have found ease and rest!
They are not participating in this mess at all.
Or finding ways to promote such evil...
On the wings of deception,
Just to prevent an obvious fall.
Or wish to be found crawling...
Stalled triumphantly in victory,
When these illusions are announced and called!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burning Question
Do you believe there is a God?
and if you do pray tell me why.
Myself I find it rather odd.
I do believe I would reply.
I do believe I have no doubt
Though I cannot prove it’s so.
Despite the stories told about
God. Nobody seems to really know.
If God created man or he
created God so he would be
a whipping boy who we could blame
or pour out blessings on his name.
When everything goes right for us.
Does God exist omnipotent?
And do we make him furious
because we’re always discontent.
And if you do can you explain
why God created bad and good
and why must we experience pain.
You cannot I didn’t think you could.
29-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Cant Explain
Got a feeling inside (cant explain)
Its a certain kind (cant explain)
I feel hot and cold (cant explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (cant explain)
I said ... (cant explain)
Im feeling good now, yeah, but (cant explain)
Dizzy in the head and Im feeling blue
The things youve said, well, maybe theyre true
Im gettin funny dreams again and again
I know what it means, but
Cant explain
I think its love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Yeah, hear what Im saying, girl (cant explain)
Dizzy in the head and Im feeling bad
The things youve said have got me real mad
Im gettin funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Cant explain
I think its love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Forgive me one more time, now (cant explain)
I said I cant explain, yeah
You drive me our ot my mind
Yeah, Im the worrying kind, babe
I said I cant explain
song performed by by Who
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Who Are They Who Point to The Liberals?
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those who send others,
To end their conflicts?
Those who sit with their opinions...
And sip on dry martinis.
And discuss their vacation visits.
Those of 'right winged' policies...
Whose sons and daughters,
Hide behind college walls...
With no military,
Or civic duties to complete!
Those who feed their greed,
And learn skills of deception.
To earn positions on Wall Street!
With their cheating test scores,
That have granted them B.A., M.A....
And Doctorate degrees.
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those that have turned their quality of life...
Into a cesspool of decadence,
Created to instill fear and strife.
To all now witnessing their economic blight!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those who wish to do things right.
Those who are concern about all human life.
Those who now must clean up the mess.
Left by separatists conservatives!
Thick with mindsets of incompetence.
And walking on destructive paths!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
'Those who feel they should be invited...
To kneel before the Queen of England,
And be knighted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm sick
I’m sick of always waiting for the breaks I never get,
I’m sick of being left behind and sleeping in my sweat,
I’m sick of making money when the ends are never met,
I’m sick of being sick of life I’m trapped inside a net,
I’m sick of having to be strong when I’m a nervous wreck,
I’m sick of working dead-end jobs that lack any respect,
I’m sick of waiting in a line where I am never next,
I’m sick of knowing that I’ll never truly be the best,
I’m sick of acting normal when I know that I’m a mess,
I’m sick of other people saying that I’m really blessed,
I’m sick of having all this pain I feel inside my chest,
I’m sick of being stressed, I’m feeling so depressed,
I’m reaching for a goal that very few are to obtain,
And no more strength is left in me because of all the pain,
I know that I have said that there is God inside the rain,
But where is God in moments when my bodies feeling drained,
And where is God in moments when a prayer won’t explain,
The fact that I was born a baby lacking half a brain,
The fact my hands and feet are tied together by these chains,
I can’t break free I need some help but all I get is blame,
I’m blamed for the mistakes I’ve made and it is such a shame,
I know that I’m a winner yet I’m losing to life’s game,
I’m losing my religion and all I do is entertain,
The other mindless people I swear this life is so mundane,
I’m always asking why,
I always say I try,
I’m looking to the sky,
Accept the pain and fly.
poem by Nathan Streango
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Tell Me Again
Looking at you
And all that weve been through
I just cant forget
Whats going through your head?
So I read what you left on the bed
Different signs, havent said
Its easier to
Try to kill my pain,
My pain, I hate
Its a world affair
So then I cant explain
To you, because the truth
Is something you cant take
*Tell me again
Whats wrong with me?
Why wont you depend on me now?
Just let it happen again
Tell me again
Whats wrong?
That I just dont feel the need to belong
This is no means to an end
Im not what you see, nooo
Been with a few
Oh but not quite like you
And youre crazy like me
What more can I ask for
So you need more
Everybody gets bored
I like all that I see
Its easier to
Try to kill my pain,
My pain, I hate
Its a world affair
So then I cant explain
To you, because the truth
Is something you cant take
[Chorus]
Ill burn you
And turn you
In you all
The others you had left
Alone with
No one is such a shame
You just dont know me yet
And now I think so much about me and you
I couldnt hurt you now
I never got to get up
I promise you
[Chorus]
Cuz Im not what you see
I wont try to be nooo
song performed by by 1208
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I Cant Explain
New feeling inside
Its a hot certain kind
I feel hot and cold
Down my soul, baby
I cant explain
Going out of my mind
Dizzy in the head, and Im feeling blue
Things you say well maybe theyre true
I get funny dreams again and again
Knows what it means, but
Cant explain
I think its love
Say it to you
When I feel blue
I cant explain, no, I cant explain
You know I cant explain
Im going out of my mind
Well Im a worried guy
But I cant explain
song performed by by David Bowie
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Chasing Their Dreams
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
And when anyone has material things,
That glistens their bling...
A way is found to obtain them,
Legitimately.
Or, clandestine to shine in their minds.
'Cause...
No one can intervene or prevent,
One who is chasing dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
Or stop them if they could.
No one can or prevent one who is...
Chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would,
If they...
Thought they could.
And then a time comes when achievements,
Have been done...
That one will wish for a life simplistic,
With someone.
Remembered from a past that was happy and basic,
But...
They left them fast to chase,
After their dreams.
OH...
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
OH...
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
And today a basicness is wished,
But...
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
Today a basicness is wished,
But...
Chasing their dreams,
Left them...
Caught up in schemes.
And...
No one could prevent them,
From...
Chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left Too Long
A threaded needle could be used to heal,
A torn and tattered memory...
Held and labelled as love too long.
That came apart at the seams.
Pieces of those memories,
When one was young and full of...
Immaturity!
And it is never too late to reveal...
Whose hurt.
But that dream to patch and rematch again,
Seems to be only in the mind of one...
Thinking it would be worth it,
To fix a brokenness...
That has been sitting and left too long.
A brokenness that has been left too long...
To sit discouraged wondering...
Would trying to mend a brokenness be wrong?
Would the effort be dismissed and those feelings gone?
And a threading together would never find acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped In Backyards
Excuse themselves from war they try.
As if their deeds will disappear with alibis.
With theft and segregation ties...
Lies created now stare back in their eyes.
Isolated are those who run,
From a reality they chose to shun!
And shambles of slaughter,
Leaves them trapped in backyards.
Arguing amongst themselves...
No one wants to admit,
They played an active part!
And the price paid for this shame,
Haunts the claim...
The way they sought to live,
Is not their blame!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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