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Ears Have Grown Tired Of Listening

You want to do what you want,
To whom you want and when.
But as soon as a foot comes down,
Upon you...
With a stopping of your whims,
That's when your whining starts to annoy.
And the shutting of those once open doors...
In your face begin!

Go home!
Evaluate.
Strip away those fake defenses!
Ears have grown tired of listening to them!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mystery Solved

Tracking e'er closely
These hounds know the scent
Rabid enthusiasm foaming
Their purpose-totally bent;
Listening with keen ears
Volume 'tis under control
Two senses are covered
Coverage of this homes soul;
Charts and compasses used
As smell and ears detect
The opening and shutting of doors
And words most direct;
This is all happening in real time
Down the lane in Onkenwood
'Tis the the mans castle that isn't
Constantly circled by hounds of no good;

poem by Theodora Onken
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Saturday

I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked
And lost the story
Oh we promised them decisions
The mass of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday

song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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To Whine Or Not To Whine?

to whine or not to whine?
but first ask,
is there someone there
listening there?
is there someone?
someone?
who knows what
whining is
who knows

someone who
understands
that there is nothing
wrong with
whining?

is there? can his listening
change your world
for the better?
can your whining
do something good
for this, well,
rotten world?

then whine.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doors You Can't See

The strangest things about these doors.
When they're shut.
You can't say one thing more.
They're always carried around by those ones
That have seen lots of abuse?
For which... there really was no excuse.

Yet, when you love or care or are married
To one of those... that were forced to live there!
It's hard to prove.. that you really care....
Because when they perceive... or think something is not just right.
They back up,
Slamming those doors(bang) in your face, tight!

Or when you see that blank face.
Here comes the door's.
And all you can do is stand there.. stare...
At the crying... helplessly... and more...
Waching... unable to do anything
As tears fall on the floor...

I know it's perceived... the doors that you cannot see....
The doors shutting and slamming... in your face....
But... so is the battle with time...
With you winning that race...
Or that old statement....
How they had egg on their face....

You can't actually see it....
Yet...just like that door
It's.....really.. there..................

poem by Clyde Bryson
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Available To Be Annoyed

No one who has grown tired of being tired,
Should make it a career of tolerating anyone...
With the giving of unconditional empathy.
No!
Not when someone has earned,
A cherished peace of mind.

Listening to every detail of their likes and dislikes,
On a daily basis can be easily avoided.
By simply not answering the telephone.
OR pretending not to be at home,
Available to be annoyed...
By someone who enjoys the spewing of negativity.

No one who has grown tired of being tired,
Should make it a career of tolerating anyone...
With the giving of unconditional empathy.
This leads to becoming disrespectful...
When all that had been initially wished,
Was a day to spend away from people like this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twenty-One

A Birthday cake for you,
A Slice of Chocolate Heaven,
It may be too sweet for you,
That's why it's a fake one.

Today you get your keys
Can open many doors,
Watch out for cheeky monkeys,
That hide behind the doors.
Sometimes you get donkeys,
You better slam the doors!
If it is a wolly wookie,
Dash quickly out the doors!
If it turns out Chucky,
You better lock the doors!

I hope that you are lucky,
Waiting behind the doors,
If that is your destiny,
He will find you and be yours.

Happy Birthday Dear!

poem by Philo Yan
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Same Old Song

And the band starts playing
The same old song again
The monks start praying
To the same God again

But He has grown,
He's grown tired
Maybe its time
That he retired

He's grown selfish,
He's grown Greedy
Bless the homeless
And the needy

And the band start playing
The same old song again
The old are still aging
Its new years eve again

But they've grown stupid,
They've grown lazy
They've grown senile,
and gone crazy

They've grown new cancers,
And suffer old ulcers
There are new medicines,
which might be the answer

And the band start playing
The same old song again
And here I am sitting
Back in that same chair again

You were cold,
and you were hearltless
Still you insist
that you are faultless

You are selfish
and you were cruel
How long must you torture
this young fool

And the band start playing
The same old song again
And when it ends
I press rewind again

I am drunk, and feel so sleepy
And in this room I'm feeling creepy
Maybe we sat here too long
Maybe I should stop listening

To our Old Song

poem by Niroda Abboud
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F.M. Doll

Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah

song performed by by Queen Adreena
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These Rhapsodies

Policies they wish to fight.
Since they begin to become quite frightened.
Bitterness incites,
The politically self righteous.

A losing of their might.
And greed fed leisures slim their diets.
And this displeases them to fits.
A worthlessness now visits.

Less dining by candlelight.
And padlocked doors now shut so tight.
From penthouses are flights of fancy gone.
By those with noses once held high.
And no cab ride on credit is warned.

And these rhapsodies,
Once sung by greedy people.
Are played now on the streets.
And heard by those seen weeping.

And these rhapsodies,
Leave empty silent condos.
To dormant whims...
And shocked to handouts to them given.

And these rhapsodies,
Whining now on knees.
Hoping to awaken,
From such nightmarish screams.

And these rhapsodies,
Linger on in ears...
Of those who fix their eyes upon,
The ones who caused their tears!

A losing of their might.
And greed fed leisures slim their diets.
And this displeases them to fits.
A worthlessness now visits.

And these rhapsodies,
Once sung by greedy people.
Are played now on the streets.
And heard by those seen weeping.

And these rhapsodies,
Linger on in ears...
Of those who fix their eyes upon,
The ones who caused their tears!

And these rhapsodies,
Linger on in ears...
Of those who fix their eyes,
To see a people now in fear.
The same ones who once jeered!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box

there are bomb? doors and there are revolving doors doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors there are doors that open by themselves there are sliding doors and there are secret doors there are doors that lock and doors that don't there are doors that let you in and out but never open but there are trap doors that you can't come back from

song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors

There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that dont
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But there are trapdoors
That you cant come back from

song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull Pulk Revolving Doors

There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors

Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors

There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors

There are doors that lock
And doors that don't

There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But they are trapdoors
That you can't come back from

song performed by by Radiohead
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So Tired

(stewart)
By the time I was home
I was feeling bad
Never the less I go mine
Straight out of bed
I was feeling my head
But im
So, tired I just got to get home
So, tired I just got to get home
Surely its time
You should face the facts
Im not the one that you need
I dont need to feed you
Or need you or lead you im
So, tired I just want to get home
So, tired I just wanna get home
Ive never been one
For just putting around
Keep it in my trousers all night
Surely Im right
When you stay out all night
And im
So, tired I just wanna go home
So, tired I just wanna, wanna,
Wanna go home
And you know that your
Out of your depth my dear
When you take home
Someone like me
Its been such a long time
I can hardly stay out
And im
So, tired I just wanna go home
So, tired I just wanna go home
So, tired I just wanna go home
And Im so

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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On Display

When I first met denial,
It was masked as if casted from my face.
I looked into the mirror to evaluate its presence.
And on that particular day...
I stayed until denial from my face went away.

Self examination is at first excruciating.
Truth on display,
Doesn't fake to a fade or play charade.
Or masquerade its significance.
It comes too real to be felt and adorned.

When I first met denial,
It was masked as if casted from my face.
I looked into the mirror to evaluate its presence.
And on that particular day...
I stayed until denial from my face went away.

Self examination is at first excruciating.
Truth on display,
Doesn't fake to a fade or play charade.
Or masquerade its significance.
It comes too real with a feeling that's adorned!

And as often as I repeat this...
Truth as it was introduced to me,
Has not changed since its delivery.
In fact within me it remains on!
And the more I demand it around me,
The clearer I see the stronger its appearance gets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available, but not to live with.

quote by Graham Norton
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Im Not Alone

Im always on the run,
Restless searching the sun
Im on my way, its all a
Timeless never ending story
My life is a civil war,
Between all open doors
So little time so many
Goals left to achieve
Its ok, ok, ok,
Insecurity to live this way, I wonder?
Im not alone
Im not alone, Im just to deep in the game
Im not alone, no, Im on my way home
Ive changed the night to day but,
One day Ill have to pay
Mission impossible to build
A place for us two without walls
Im living day by day
I dont have to explain
There is no other solution Im afraid
Its ok, ok, ok,
Insecurity to live this way, I wonder?
Im not alone ( no, no, no )
Im not alone, Im just to deep in the game
Im not alone, no, Im on my way home
Im always here, dont you worry now
Im always here
I just need some time but
Im not alone
Im not alone, Im on my way home
Im here, Im standing on my own
Just a little bit tired
Im on my way home
Im not alone, Im on my way home
Im here, Im standing on my own
Just a little bit tired
Im on my way home
Im not alone
Im not alone now
Im not alone
I just need some time to get it right
Im not alone
Im not alone now
Im on my way home
Oh lord, Im not alone now
Oh lord, I just need some time to get it right
Oh lord, Im not alone now
Im on my way home.

song performed by by E-type
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Fake Friend(Revised, In Line Form, Oh and Viewable

The poison seeps from of your eyes.
I can read your lies.
Pure and innocent are dead and gone.
Fake it just fake it.
Pretending your some thing your not.
In the end I win cause I have had been in the alleys.
I've slept in a abandon home to keep from catching cold.
Where were you then my fake friend?
Who do think your fooling?
Do you stop and try to give a ride?
So how bout it my fake friend.
Such a beautiful sharlton.
When I was getting beat up in the courts by five guys for protecting a races rights.
Where were you then my fake friend?
When my house burnt before my very own eyes.
Where were you then?
Hiding behind closed doors like so many times before.
Every thing has been standing still.
I knew the time would come when I would be done with it.
You can't help those who lead.
They'll follow no ones' road but there own.
Judge me not cause don't know how much ambition I truly got.
My fake friend you will not make your failings my own.
For each man women child breaks free of such tyranny.
This is to you my fake friend.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sick And Tired

Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Wonder

When the pressure will not fade away
When the real things starts to become fake
When you cant recognize your own hands
Turn around and begin again
When the sky starts ripping and falling
And the horizon is no longer calling please
Dont try to make it on emptiness
Turn around and begin again
But I have wondered about what it is all for
But I can do no more than shout
And I am still standing unsure
If your eyes become glazed with indifference
If your screaming with lips that are silent
If you cant find light in the day
Turn around and begin again
But I have wondered about what it is all for
But I can do no more than shout
And I am still standing unsure
When you cannot find yourself anywhere
If your standing but feel your not really there
If your waiting for someone to catch you
Turn around and begin again
If you cant seem to find whats been to be found
In a heart that pumps rage as your only sound
If your waiting to be blown away
Turn around and begin again
But I have wondered about what it is all for
But I can do no more than shout
And I am still standing unsure
But now and then
Now and then
I wonder.

song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Get On Your Knees

This disaster is massive.
One unlike anyone has seen.
Mother Nature has grown weary
Of the ignorance shown to Her.
So she comes and she's mean!

She cares less about the name,
You give her winds.
Or spinning temperments.
She has tired of your spoiled ways.
And a lamenting you can not prevent.
She comes!
Ready.
And tired of whims displayed!

Whatever Katrina did not let you know.
Gustav strengthens to unleash...
Unforgiving blows!
Get on your knees...
'Mama' has not been pleased with you at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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