Close, Lock and Stay Jammed
Left and lost...
Without love felt
To share on shitty city streets.
The young now aging...
As we fade to go beyond,
Are challenged not to value morality
Stained by generations of isolated consumption!
On shoulders they bear much of our despairs.
Stations of defense...
Built to barricade them from our weaknesses
Has carved paths around boundaries
To camouflage our programmed understanding of truth!
We have risked 'their' lives,
For 'our' protection!
And we expect them to honor values
To pass our inspections...
Diffused in separating divisions!
They have focused their visions without us.
They ask where were we...
When spilled milk,
Never cleansed and left to stale
Was ignored!
And why an open door they felt safe behind...
Seemed with the passing of time,
To close, lock and stay jammed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Love Is Real
(randy edelman)
If love is real
Why cant you take love and lock love away
In some safe place
Where you wont lose love and keep love
Each day untouched so warm and near
Where love will stay so pure and clear
The evenings pass
And I wonder where you are sleeping tonight
Are you awake
Running through memories remembering
How good it felt when love took hold
Our future plans that wont unfold
Now days are long
Just patches of time thrown together like clouds
Of empty hours blinded by pictures of places we knew
And now in space I stare
Without your soul and thoughts to share
It all seems lost
Left are just words but without much to say
Cause if loves real
You have to trust and let love go its way
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Social Security
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe.
even in the safety zones, it's not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.
Even things you lock in a safe
are not safe. Never deposit anything
in a safety deposit box, because it
won't be safe there. Nobody is safe
at home during baseball games anymore.
At night I go around in the dark
locking everything, returning
a few minutes later
to make sure I locked
everything. It's not safe here.
It's not safe and they know it.
People get hurt using safety pins.
It was not always this way.
Long ago, everyone felt safe. Aristotle
never felt danger. Herodotus felt danger
only when Xerxes was around. Young women
were afraid of wingéd dragons, but felt
relaxed otherwise. Timotheus, however,
was terrified of storms until he played
one on the flute. After that, everyone
was more afraid of him than of the violent
west wind, which was fine with Timotheus.
Euclid, full of music himself, believed only
that there was safety in numbers.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
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poem by Terence Winch
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The Aging Man
‘The Aging Man’
The aging man sat on the concrete seat
Outside the hidden mountain cottage
The seat where generations had sat before
A family party going on inside the cottage
He sits and ponders his future
As generations have done before
Some chose the priesthood
Others opted for foreign climes
Some had gone to war
None of the family who had left
Had ever returned home
The eldest, as he was, of each generation
Stayed at home on the farm
He thought, this he might change
He wasn’t sure if he wanted
Another family member
Stuck on this mountain
In this out of the way cottage
That they called the family home
But he never felt at home
Someone standing on the doorstep
Shouts come in son
It is your eighteenth birthday party
You should be in here
He went back to the party
The family were in full spirits
Happy to see him grown
How will he tell them
He is going to break with tradition
A heavy burden for one so young
What a weight on his shoulders
For him, the aging man
Michael Micmac Mccrory
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shitty Kitty City
There's a lobby by my study where my visitors may enter
which, since we got the kittens, has a dirtbox at the centre.
They're still too young to go outside, that's why I ask for pity:
they've turned my quiet oasis into Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
They've turned my quiet oasis into Shitty Kitty City.
Their mother trained them very well to go into the tray.
They do their stuff and cover it - that's fair enough, you say;
but litter gets flicked everywhere, so underfoot is gritty:
you need your wellies on indoors for Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
You need your wellies on indoors for Shitty Kitty City.
Mind the crap... Mind the crap... Stand clear of the turds, please.
I scoop the jobbies off the floor: the cats think I collect 'em,
so each one keeps on squeezing me a present from its rectum.
There's steaming heaps all over, and it isn't smelling pretty -
it's best to wear a gasmask when in Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
It's best to wear a gasmask when in Shitty Kitty City.
Ip dip dog shit, you are not it.
But soon they will be big enough to do it in the garden.
I'm putting out my begging bowl, for which I beg your pardon.
And now you see, good people all, the reason for my ditty -
a whipround for a catflap door for Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
I need to buy a catflap door for Shitty Kitty City.
poem by Wild Bill Balding
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Today I Felt It Safe
Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
And welcomed those feelings again.
When I once had a shattered heart...
I ran to protect,
My emotions I had left.
Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
To welcome back those feelings again.
When I sat in shadows to cry...
I did my best to hide,
Inside what I denied.
And just today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
I then told friends who were so relieved.
They did not want to see me,
Grieve my life away...
Everyday.
And just today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
And gone is pretending,
I have no needs.
Or wishes and dreams...
I want to let begin,
Again!
Today I felt it safe,
And knew it was okay...
To fall in love all over again.
Today I felt it safe,
To unlock the gate...
To welcome back those feelings again.
And I am hopeful with you they will not end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I now know how Abbot felt when Costello left, how Brinkley felt when Huntley left, how Sears felt when Roebuck left, and, of course, how Dan Rather felt when Connie left. (at Robert MacNeil's retirement dinner)
quote by Jim Lehrer
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Face Up
Ever since Ive seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
Its dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the worlds disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Dont let anybody tell you that youre no good
Cause you know they would
Dont let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause its not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further...
I heard it all before, Ive heard it all before
I cant hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what Im gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure...
song performed by by New Order
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Unforgiven 2
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
(Solo)
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've
song performed by by Metallica
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Put The Weight On My Shoulders
Put the weight on my shoulders
Take the load off of your mind
Cause the headwinds that blow
Will fade away in time
Rest yourself on my waters
Take the lifeline from me
Rise above what has passed
And let yourself be free
I only know what love must bear
Through laiden times I will be there
And when your down Ill break the fall
Loose the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
I only know what love must do
When fortune cries Ill follow you
And when your down Ill break your fall
Put the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
Put the weight on my shoulders
See you star how it shines
Cause theyre so many dreams
Left to find
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Doors
A door may open
Or it may close
It may be wooden
Or steel, I suppose.
A door keeps us in
Or may lock us out,
A door may be silent
Or with noise, may shout.
Doors are for safety,
Our protection -
May rot in antiquity
Lose purpose and mission.
A door like chance,
Can open a dream.
A door like romance,
Can cause some steam.
But there is one door
With its key - never part,
Freely open, evermore -
The door of your heart!
Cynthia BuhainBaello
February 19,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Protection
Night after night
I keep holding on
You say you love me
Then you leave me so lonely
Baby I dont believe a word youre sayin
I think its all some evil game youre playin
Still all day long all I do is think about you
You got me believin that I cant live without you
Well if you want it, heres my confession
Baby I cant help it, youre my obsession
Protection, thats what I need
I need protection, baby, from your love
Protection, thats what I need
I need protection, baby, from your love
I wait at home by the telephone
When I call your house, baby, youre not there
Knock on the door and I rush down the stairs
When I open up, baby, youre not there
When were together
When were together and you put your arms around me
You keep my mind
Forever, ever in doubt
You want me believin
That, baby, I cant live without
Protection, thats what I need
I need protection, baby, from your love
Protection, thats what I need
I need protection, baby, from your love
We stand alone, at my window
And stare out, at the shadows down below
I feel your fingers on my face
I want to stay, I want to run away
Protection, thats what I need
I need protection, baby, from your love
Protection, thats what I need
I need protection, baby, from your love
Protection
Liner notes on lost masters bootleg cd:
Bruce springsteen and the e street band, the hit factory, new york city,
August 1, 1983. the full e street band completed take of song written for
Donna summer.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Truth Is Making Its Presence Felt
Truth is making its presence felt.
And there are so many,
Who have never dealt with it before.
Believing it to be destructible.
Like a steel fence built.
Or a wall to dvide,
Contructed of concrete.
Truth is as powerful as the air supplied,
One needs to breathe.
And born to ignore it...
Does not ceases its existence!
Truth is making its presence felt.
Much like Mother Nature has...
To those who have a concept,
That the Earth upon all leech...
Is not a living, thinking being.
And how this goes misunderstood...
Is beginning to awaken those asleep!
Truth...
Is making its presence felt.
And an acceptance of it,
Has not been left to debate...
For other choices to make.
Whether the message or the messenger,
Is disliked...
Will not soften the bite of truth.
Be prepared to swallow it!
Or be eatened up and gobbled!
Truth...
Not more variety of delusions,
Is making its presence felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Particular Time
My foundation was rocked my tried and true way to deal was to vanish
My departures were old I stood in the room shaking in my boots
At that particular time love had challenged me to stay
At that particular moment I knew not run away again
That particular month I was ready to investigate with you
At that particular time
We thought a break would be good for four months we sat and vacillated
We thought a small time apart would clear up the doubts that were abounding
At that particular time love encouraged me to wait
At that particular moment it helped me to be patient
That particular month we needed time to marinate in what us meant
Ive always wanted for you what youve wanted for yourself
And yet I wanted to save us high water or hell
And I kept on ignoring the ambivalence you felt
And in the meantime I lost myself
In the meantime I lost myself
Im sorry I lost myself.i am
You knew you needed more time time spent alone with no distraction
You felt you needed to fly solo and high to define what you wanted
At that particular love encouraged me to leave
At that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me
That particular month was harder than youd believe but I still left
At that particular time
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Country Girl
Winding paths through tables and glass
First fall was new
Now watch the summer pass
So close to you.
Too late to keep the change,
Too late to pay,
No time to stay the same
Too young to leave.
No pass out sign on the door set me thinking
Are waitresses paying the price of their winking?
While stars sit in bars and decide what their drinking,
They drop by to die cause its faster than sinking.
Too late to keep the change,
Too late to pay,
No time to stay the same
Too late to keep the change,
Too late to pay,
No time to stay the same
Too young to leave.
Find out that now was the answer
To answers that you gave later
She did the things that we both did before, now,
But who forgave her.
If I could stand to see her crying
I would tell her not to care.
When she learns of all your lyin
Will she join you there?
Country girl I think youre pretty,
Got to make you understand,
Have no lovers in the city,
Let me be your country man.
Got to make you understand.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Truth Is.....
Truth is that when you left me,
I finally was happy.
Truth is that the day you showed me the truth,
I knew everything you have ever said was a lie.
Truth is that when I cried after we broke up,
I was crying tears of joy.
Truth is that the scares on my wrists and sheans,
I did because you caused me to be in pure darkness
Truth is that our first kiss,
I never felt the spark.
Truth is that what you wanted,
you never revised.
Truth is that when it came to the break up of you and me,
that was the day I felt like a queen.
Truth is that I still want to thank you,
for showing me the truth about you.
Truth is that you gave me a man,
who loves me for who I am.
Truth is that the day you left me,
I became alive.
Truth is that you never broke me,
you just gave me something greater fight for.
Truth is you lead me to him,
and how he's the one for me.
Truth is that I'm happy as can be,
all because you're the one who lose me.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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Finest Dream
when we fell in love
first and foremost
I felt nothing could ever compare
to the romance that you and I would share
time would revealed these emotions to be real
growing closely that the romance turned into
something tangible and ideal
You cared in ways unimagenable
which I wanted and needed so much
I've felt your warmth, I've felt your tenderness
with every word you speak and each time we'd touch
I turn to you, because in you, i can depend on
for honesty and support
Your patience and understanding nature
would soften my sometimes fiery spirit
God created you and out of all the rest
He knew, you'd love me best
and each day that pass us by, I realize
you are the dream, my heart wished, would one day materialize
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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The Final Insignificance
to know what is real
you must pass through a labyrinth
of doors
you will be lost
that is the first test
you must find
that key of losing
without having to feel
any emotion
be it gladness or
sadness
after passing that door
you are transformed
into another path
where other lost people
pass at you
and does not ask your
name
or what you are
you become a floor
and all their feet
step upon you
but you will not
know this
because this just happens
as a matter
of consequence
when all the strangers
pass
and there is no one left
you are granted a pair
of wings
that door in the clouds
is the next
no one sees it
except you
and you fly through
it
until you become
a little star
hanging yourself in
the corridors of
space
you have no choice
here
except to give light
you fulfill
what you are finally
one of those
that glitter
and yet no one
really minds
what you have become
for in truth
you are just one of the billions
and hence
insignificant
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tears To Tell
The time has come to watch you go watch you go
We weathered rough storms together
Couldnt conceive of the end
When I heard of your leavin
It came as a shock and surprise
Like the deepest kinds of love
Lost on the inside
Locked right on the inside
What is the greatest expression of love,
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
I couldnt be the one to hold you stop you go
It is like stripping the soul
Letting all the finest pieces go
You know these feelings between us
Could not be expressed
You will never know my old secrets
They are so deeply felt they are so deeply felt
What is the greatest expression of love
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me
What is the greatest expression of love,
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
Leaving me with my anecdoted and private jokes
The memory of a friend
You dont seem to know my old secrets
They are so deeply felt they are so deeply felt
What is the greatest expression of love
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me
What is the greatest expression of love
To let go and wish well
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
But all these finer feelings have left me with tears to tell
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Reflections Waltz
Let your hair down, loosen the grip,
Take it at your own pace.
Dropping down, without a frown
It seems all I am a soul of a clown
Confined within the boundaries of a fool.
Always one more time, just to see it through,
When will it grow old, or will it keep growing old with you.
Let the people know the world they fear is no charade
There’s dogs that walk the streets with shining plastic smiles,
Girls upon parade, fade into the shadows,
still temptation takes hold.
Here I lay complacent,
Displaced from my form.
Take me to another plain,
So I can grow and be reborn.
Soon the realization
That every single day is simply passing
By us in another simple way.
Waste away the years
Find something to say.
Above the drink, the paling moon,
Dancing an eternal waltz in harmony,
With the symphony of life,
We play, we pray to see you soon.
Lock as the door hides you away,
Ashamed of your mask,
You knew the illusion would never last
How far have we come to see the day is done this way?
To smile another time, close your eyes, you know the way,
a way to see the blues into the nightshades, below the moon.
Rejoin with friends long lost in obscurity, I love you, I love,
Silent Spring as she breathes fresh air into the arms of the lovers,
Blame no one but the hand of fate that guides the mood,
Everyone together now rejoice, be reborn with the new year as shadows
Waltz with reflections in the looking glass.
Pictures ripped up, torn, my mask is a little worn,
Better start rebuilding to be reborn with the wind by my side.
There’s no need to sit and watch, what is it you wish to gain
Take a picture it’ll last a little longer keep forever still the rain.
Into pale shades of the moon, we close our eyes and sink into the night
The temple lies in ruins; beyond the skies there flies the loon
With melting goo-goo eyes, bound for bloodshot skies, horizon bound
For sorrow, always running round in circles, lost and never found lay tomorrows
Dreams unfounded.
Rejoin the tribe
Growing older, wiser everyday
What’s left to wipe the tears away?
It’s mine to share, leave me alone, it doesn’t seem fair
That it should all pan out this way
Get out of my room, I don’t want to be here with you.
Why is it I feel this way?
I can never understand
this fantasies too real for me
No place left for me to land.
A year since our last kiss
Sweet rose,
Lost in crystal bliss a pose,
Withered as the river knows
To keep on flowing but not where to go.
This is all we know.
Wasting away everything we own
Digging the dirt, strip some meat from the bone
Dreams lie in the present
We are all that can exist
In-between meditation,
There’s no appeal in motivation
There’s some sense of hesitation
In doing nothing. Oh sweet nothing at all.
So much I’ve seen in what came to pass, lets see it through the year,
The first the most, and everything, the day the world melted before your eyes,
And the floorboards dripped down onto the ceiling, twisted, burnt, ripped, worn down to the bone.
Adorned in gold upon your throne, don’t make a fool of yourself
Tease me, please me, and release me of your spell
I have no tale to tell, no canvas on which to paint the love I felt back then
More fresh, alive, a will to survive that’s what we have,
With faces that now seem strange in a distant light.
poem by David Lacey
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