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Certifiably Delusioned

I know,
You prefer the taste of your life sweet.
And I seem to be repeatedly embittered.
I admit it!
Now...
Which one of us is certifiably delusioned?

I can not escaped from the experience of my scars.
Have you ever made attempts to live your life,
Without tasting anything that had not been pre-sweetened?

I know,
You prefer the taste of your life sweet.
And I seem to be repeatedly embittered.
I admit it!
Now...
Which one of us is certifiably delusioned?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Memo From You Did I Receive

What would 'you' prefer?
That I pretend I am not a writer,
With an interest that is expressed.
Or would you prefer I stay within boundaries,
Your mind has restricted to your limitedness?

Or would you prefer,
I reflect more of what you suspect I should be?
And would your suspicions have their development,
Centered from your perceptions?
Either way,
No memo from you did I receive.

And I admit,
Guessing is not what I do best.
And the only tests I 'prefer' to pass,
Are my own.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choices

i prefer smooth peanut butter
to crunchy
mind you
crunchy is all right
but i prefer smooth.

i prefer strawberry jam
to raspberry
mind you
raspberry is tasty
but it's got all those seeds
and i prefer strawberry.

i prefer mustard
to mayonaisse
mind you mayonaisse has it's place
amongst condiments
but is likely to go bad
if left out to long
and poison everyone
so on the whole i prefer mustard.

i prefer cooked meat
to raw meat
for much the same reason
as i prefer mustard to mayonaisse
although it also has to do
with the fact that i don't
like my meat to bleat
or moo or make chicken noises (BAGOCK!)
when i eat
so i tend to avoid the raw
though mind you
the meat that i prefer
may at some time have been raw.

i prefer not to say
why i think so
but i do
and i suppose it's all
just a matter of taste
so if you'd prefer to think so
then crunchy is better
than smooth
even if it does interfere
with the texture of the
peanut butter
and jelly (strawberry) sandwich
which ought to be somewhat
devoid of substance
merely a sticky sweet something
to fill your stomach
put mayonaisse on it
if you like
i'd prefer not to think about it.

poem by Laura Sewell
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Just So God Damn Sweet

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Going ı n the depth of the soul.
Giving up all control.
Becoming a slave to the mined.
No need to justify. Just live ı t as ı t ı s.
No need to worry about ı f you will be satisfied.

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet, ı magine that.
Take a chance, take another glance, being pulled ı n.
Hypnotized and memorized all at the same time.
Stir the perfect blend of just go damn fine fine oh oh fine.

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. No more good byes. Here to stay.
Here to lift the spirits so high above the sky.
Coming out of the shadows to bring the sun to your eyes.

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. The best moment of all time.
Live ı t then rewind. Do ı t all over again.
Soon or later you'll win.

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. I will break free. I will be me.
Its my party. Its my choice. Its my voice.
So sincere, so secure, so strong.
Right where ı belong.

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Today we meet.
What a treat.
First ı mpressions lead to a succession of the best lessons of life.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Are you ready to meet the real me?

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Live For Your Love

Written by pam reswick, steve werfel and allan rich
Stand up, stand on your own, thats what they tell me
You can make it alone, but where does it say I have to move
Far away from you to prove Im strong,
Oh when all it really proves is Im lonely without you
And loneliness has to be wrong, I live for your love, (everyday), every minute
I live for your love, (in my life), want you in it
I live for your love, I admit it, I live for your love
I wake up with no one to kiss, sometimes I wonder, (wonder, wonder) if I just exist
I know there are people I can see, places I could be, and friends who call
Oh but what good does it do, theres no substitute for you
I want you or nothing at all, I live for your love, (every day), every minute
I live for your love, (in my life), want you in it, I live for your love, I admit it
I live for your love and your kisses, and know how Im missing
Your sweet tender touch, (tender touch), I need you so much
That I just cant go on anymore, what I wouldnt give for
cause darling I live for your love, (everyday), every minute
I live for your love, (got one life) want you in it
I live for your love, I hate to admit it, but oh, I live for, Id die for
What I wouldnt give for your love, (I live for your loveevery day)
I live for your love, (got one life) every day, every minute
(I live for your love), I have only got one life, I want you in it
Oh, my baby, yes, yes, I live for your love, ooh, ooh

song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Receiving This to Give As Given Is a Blessing

The less space one has,
With less things to clutter it...
To consume the mind in denial,
Leaves one with more life to live.

And in 'that' acceptance of a nothingness,
Others may perceive as an unbearable sacrifice...
One has 'everything' to experience and share.

Since those with points of view of materialsm,
Aren't there to busy a mind in peace.
To diminish happiness with expensive needs,
To qualify teased 'wants' delusioned.

Life then becomes such an abundant experience.
And receiving this to give as given,
Is a blessing to comprehend and acknowledge.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resistance To Its Existence

Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wild Honey

B. wilson
Mama Im tellin you as sure as Im standin here
Shes my girl and thats the way Im keepin it my mama dear
No good will it do you to stand there and frown at me
The girls got my heart and my loves comin down on me
Last time I met her since I got a taste of wild honey
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
You know shes got the sweetness of the honey bee
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Honey, (sweet, sweet, my honey bee) she got me all and stung me good, oh, yesiree
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Before he even stung bees buzzin around her hive
She singled me out, single handed took me alive
Im gonna take her home and spend my life
Eatin up the wild honey
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Oh mama shes sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter, sweeter
Yaaaa, honey (sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
Let me tell you how she really got to my soul (sweet,sweet my honey)
It aint funny, (sweet, sweet, my honey bee) the way she made me want to sing a little rock and
Roll (sweet, sweet, my honey)
Theres nothing quite as good as the taste of wild honey
Break my back workin just to save me some money
I can spend my life with her eatin up her wild honey
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
Oh honey shes sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter, sweeter
Now
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Gimme some gimme some
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Gimme some gimme some(shes the one)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Gimme some wild honey
Gimme some gimme some..........

song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Joe Knows How To Live

Blue monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys were bettin'
That Joe wouldn't show
Cause they had seen him over the weekend
He had four new tire on his old cadillac
Betty the waitress and some clothes in the back
A dashboard full of roadmaps of Mexico
Yeah, Joe knows how to live
He said, "Women were made to love,
Money is made to spend,
Life is something, buddy,
You will never live again"
Yeah, you've got to admit it
Joe's knows how to live
And now they'll be down at the ocean
He and Betty stretched out somewhere
The only blue in his life
Is the blue moonlight
Bouncin' off Betty's blonde hair
I can just see 'em rollin' round on the sand
I never thought I was a jealous man
But when I think what he's doin' that I'm not, hah
Lord I'm jealous about it
He said, "Women were made to love,
Money is made to spend,
Life is something, buddy,
You will never live again"
Yeah, you've got to admit it
Joe's knows how to live
Let's go to Mexico!
Now Betty's back home with her mother
Joe's back on the assembly line
But he brings in his pictures
And his Mexican hat
Just to remind us sometime
That women were made to love,
Money is made to spend,
Life is something, buddy,
You will never live again
Yeah, you've got to admit it
Joe's knows how to live
Yeah, you've got to admit it
Joe's knows how to live
That boy's a genuis
He sure is crazy
Oooo la la la la la la...

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An Affection Kept

Well...
'That one' does look presidential.
Although the other one,
Gets the job done.
Perhaps our adversaries,
Will accept image over reality...
'That one' has given.
Afterall...
You must admit,
Those who remain delusioned...
Have an affection kept for their symbolism.
No matter from which side,
From the mouth lies fly!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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City Man You'd Best Go Back To Town

City man you'd best go back to town
If living in the country gets you down
And though the songbirds sing with voices sweet
You'd much prefer the noisy city street.

These rural towns are quiet as quiet can be
There's so little to do and less to see
Save go into a pub and drink your fill
And come out feeling much more lonely still.

Pleasant is the music of the thrushes
And fragrant is the scent of flowering bushes
Here the air is pure and free of taint
But you would rather live midst smoke and paint.

City man you miss your city kin
You've little in common with rural men,
You've little love for peaceful country life,
You'd much prefer to live where noise is rife.

You are like a fisherman ashore
He find inland life is quite a bore
Unhappy the poor fisherman will be
Until he returns to his beloved sea.

City man the city's calling you
Go bid the lonely countryside adieu,
Your urge for city living's always strong
It is where a man is raised that he belong.

City man go back to your own kind
And leave this sense of loneliness behind
Country life it isn't to your taste
Go back home to the city in a haste.

poem by Francis Duggan
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