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Disfigured

He pooped to the top of the charts.
He of talent...
And low self esteem.
His face became a blemish,
He despised and demeaned.
Slowly ending a phase...
Of a career not yet finished.
His dancing and singing for years brought smiles.
He hid inside himself the mind,
Of an unforgiving child.
Embittered...
He disfigured himself
Accomplishing grotesque ambitions.
And the ego he keeps unreleased...
Overpowers.
Trapping him within his own ugly nightmare made!
Chased by fans screaming,
To get nose close.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salvia

The laughter terrifies you But it's coming from inside you It dribbles down your face and shuts the eyes you cannot hide through. You notice what's beside you and the music that you ride through and you fear that its repeating as time rewinds to bite you. A never ending cycle of the screaming that you fight through to look for what reminds you of the world you knows behind you. Stuck in never ending cycles of the screaming that you fight through to look for what reminds you of the world you knows behind you. Nothing now reminds you and the screaming terrifies you and the music turns to noise of which the voices do not like you. The sound you cannot ride through and the sights you have to fight through and the screaming hits the ceiling of which you wish to fly through to flee from what now ties you to the world that now reminds you of the never ending cycle of the screaming you can't fight through. Time now tries to bite you, but with strength you start to fight through, and the screaming stops repeating and the music you can ride through. The sights your eyes denied you are now dancing alongside you and the screaming's not inside you but now laughter all around you. Time comes back to find you and denies it tried to bite you as what made that world that tied you: was the salvia that tried you.

poem by Peggy Pollock
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I Have Finally Come To Realize

I have finally come to realise
Child dont do what I have done
Cut my nose to spite my face
Made my own odds 10,000 to one
I saw the empire slowly fade away
Tried to grasp it with my hand
Then I saw that it was not up to me
Im just one tiny, tiny grain of sand
Oh, sweet release, oh how you soothe me
When I let go, I love how you use me
I have finally come to realise
Its something theyre doing that theyre doing that we find
A certain way that we can live our lives
And Im takin some peace of mind
Oh, sweet release, oh how you soothe me
And when I let go, and when I let go
I love how you use me
I have finally come to realise
Its something theyre doing that theyre doing that we find
A certain way that we can live our lives
And Im takin some peace of mind
I have finally come to realise, yes I have
Child dont do, child dont do what I have done
I cut my nose, I cut my nose to spite my face
I made my own odds 10,000 to one
I cut my nose to spite my face
I made my own odds 10,000 to one
One more time
I cut my nose, I cut my nose
I cut my nose to spite my face
I made my own odds 10,000 to one

song performed by by Van Morrison
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My Secret Joy

If it were not for you
It seems that every day would be
A life unfulfilled.
Winter then forever and no smile of spring.
An icy lake without a melted heart within.
You are my secret joy.
When first I saw your face
A satisfaction took the place of sad distraction.
I knew my mind had been in a phase of leaving,
You drew me back a pace, with you I saw commitment,
This time there could be no dreaming,
No time for grieving what was past.
My secret joy was here with me.
So many times, I saw her face in your face.
That special wisdom of her eyes in your eyes,
I knew a child I thought was gone for always
Had brought joy home.
I watch you watch the joy you have made
Wonder if you know the joy that you gave
Would like you to know that the joy that you made
Is my joy too.
However long before the joy that you made.
That little blue the two of you gave.
I had a little joy of my own.
Even though the joy that I made,
Has gone the road that life takes.
Singing love songs to the joys of her own,
I see reflections of the Joy that I made,
In the eyes and the heart of the Joy, she has made.
I can see pink joy reflected in blue joy,
When I see it.
My secret joy.

poem by Susan Casey
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The Most Visible Mask

you have loved the most visible mask i have
my face

everyday, this face, tomorrow this face, yesterday
this face

you are proud of my nose, and you tell all your friends about
it
aquiline, conquest of a nose, occupying almost all parts
of your territory

not even the hands but this face
the mouth that eats you

the eyes that close when
i kiss you

the tongue that maps out
what has to be found when lost

this face, the most visible mask
inside
is the real face, the face of my mind

it is thinking something else
all these years

the invisible mask is silent
tomorrow shall be the scorn

you must bear it,
you are fond of the most visible

though not really enduring.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fans made me. The fans gave me a chance, and they made me. Beyond that, my career has been trials and tribulations and ups and downs, so I have to have true fans riding with me.

quote by P.Diddy
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The Place Of My Dreams

Nobody ever walked this path before
-before trees grew here nearly touching the sky,
I am alone safely inside a world of my own-
A world where only deer roam and birds fly about-
Cardinals, robins and sometimes
I believed I saw angels-
Angels singing in harmony with bird songs-
The wind would rustle the leaves upon the trees and
In the early summertime, cicadas would sing incessantly-
Incessantly and melodiously-
Only one day I heard a different sound-
The sounds of footsteps and children screaming,
Following closely behind me-
I would hide behind a tall oak tree and I would almost weep as
My solitude has been interrupted and
I am no longer safe as my private world had been invaded-
Nobody ever walked this path before until this day and
My dream has been transformed to a nightmare-
I am not safe in a world destroyed by the presence of strangers-
Cardinals, robins and cicadas are my friends and
Other people are my enemies whom I do not trust-
Following in my footsteps and trying to make eye contact,
To read the verses of the songs my mind composes?
I know I have seen angels and heard them singing, and
Birds chanting along with the gentle winds
Rustling the leaves upon the trees-
But now other people have discovered the path,
upon which I have walked alone,
And my secure space has become a public tenement-
I once believed nobody ever walked this path before,
This path to which I could escape reality and lose myself inside
The magnificent world of my delusions-now they have come to take me away and
To lock me inside this prison which I cannot escape?
I cannot hear the angels singing here and birds are seemingly far away-
Here I have lost myself inside my own world,
one so different and so frightening?
There are people here, so close to me, yet I feel so alone-
Although alone in a dangerous way- I am singing my own song,
Hoping that the angels can hear me and one day I shall be back in unison with nature,
Far away from intruders and singing in harmony with nightingales –
And once again, alone safely,
as I shall have abandoned the nightmare of reality,
Touching the sky in my dreams, dancing with angels as I listen to the cicadas chanting
Happily as they are lost inside the world of their fantasies, just as I wish to be…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Joy Inside My Tears

Ive always come to the conclusion that but is the way
Of asking for permission to lay something heavy on ones head
So I have tried to not be the one who ll fall into that line
But what I feel inside I think you should know
And baby thats you - you - you
Made lifes his*to*ry
Caue youve brought some joy inside my tears
And you have done what no one thought could be
Youve brought some joy inside my tears
Ive alwys felt that tomorroqw is for those who are too much afraid
To go past yesterday and start for today
I feel that lasting moments are coming fr and few between
So I should tell you of the happiness that you bring
Baby, baby its you - you - you
Made lifes his*to*ry
Oh baby, youve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
Youve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby, baby you have done what no one thought could be
He - y, you brought some joy inside my tears
Gotta tell you
You - you - you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
- you brought you brought you brought some joy inside my tears
Baby baby baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You made it baby you made it baby made it made lifes his*to*ry
- you you you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
- no-body ever thought it would be
You have done what no one thought could be
You you you made lifes his*to*ry
- gotta shout about it baby
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You you you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my
Tears

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Day Old Shep Died

it's been thirty years,
that he's been gone,
the day he died, brought tears,
all day, i played his song.

for nine long years,
i loved him and he loved me,
the day he died, broght tears,
toward the end, he could barely see.

when he died, i was seventeen years,
my child hood died that day,
the day he died, brought tears,
during his youth, we were always at play.

him and i was, so close in years,
when i got shep he was five and i eight,
the day he died brought tears,
he always ate his meals, off our plate.

he died at eighty-four in human years,
he lived to a ripe old age,
the day he died brought tears,
for this poem, he set the stage.

i can't believe, its been so many years,
i think about him, all the time,
the day he died, brought tears,
but old shep, was all mind.

of all these many years,
no dog has taken the place of old shep,
the day he died, brought tears,
i'll always remember, that dog with pep

in memory of old shep 1946-1960 written june 21,1990

poem by Jim Foulk
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The Nightmare That Set Me Free

There once was a dream I was fooled into thinking was reality

Because in that dream
You and me was something I wanted
But knew could never be

In that dream you stole my heart
And part of my sanity
In that dream my common sense
Unfortunately
Ran away from me

In that dream you captivated me
In that dream I was blinded
And the stars in your eyes
Were the only things I could see

But then that dream morphed into a nightmare
And I saw you for what you really were

I realized in that nightmare
I was nothing but the prey you were trying lure

In that nightmare I realized
This was nothing but a game to you

In that nightmare you had come oh so close to trapping me too

But I tossed and turned until I was freed
And when I opened my eyes from that nightmare
That I foolishly wanted to be you and me
I was the one who learned a lesson

That the sweetest of dreams
Can be nightmares in diguise
And because of that lesson I was set free
Never again to believe all those blinding lies

poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Just A Phase

I am bottled fizzy water
And you were shaking me up
You are a fingernail running
Down the chalkboard I thought
I left in third grade
Now my only consolation
Is that this could not last forever
Even though youre
Singing and thinking how well
Youve got it made
Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, its just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, its just a phase
Yeah, its just a phase
Call it womens intuition
But I think im
Onto something here
Temporaryism has been
The black plague
And the jesus of our age
I know that
I sound opinionated
May be biased and
Quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
Theyll be throwing quarters
At you on the stage
Who are you?
And will you be through
Yeah, its just a phase
It will be over soon
Yeah, its just a phase
Yeah, its just a phase
And I am waiting for
It to be over too

song performed by by Incubus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Poppa's Pooped

Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.