Faithful
Feeling uncomfortable,
Inside your own home?
And although people reside within it,
Do you still feel all alone?
Do you find excuses,
To constantly use and be on the telephone?
Is your mate and/or spouse suspicious of this?
Do you proclaim to be faithful?
And...
Is that stuttering you often do when questioned,
A medical condition?
Or an unconcious habit that begins an argument?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Condition Critical
Oh the tension's mounting
The pressure starts to show
All the men in haunting
Please don't let me go
(Don't go)
Try to free my body
(Don't go)
Try to strap me down
(Don't go)
These'll never break me
(Don't go)
Free wheel to look at me
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
The bells they are ringing
Or is it in my head
My nerves numb understanding
I'm falling out of bed
(Don't go)
So call it paranoia
(Don't go)
I don't see it that way
(Let's go)
You say I adore ya
(Hell no)
We're gonna rock they way
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Ooh ooh
Whips and chains
Don't feel no pain
What's so wrong
I think I'm going out of my head
Over heels
I can't feel
No pain, only pleasure
Get me out
Take me home
Can't you see my condition
Woo-woo-woo
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I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
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I'm feeling physical
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Now I'm really cynical (Cynical)
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song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Homeless in a House
I ask you simply, what is home?
A place where kindred people come?
A space where residents reside?
What makes a home a home inside?
I ask you now, is home a house?
Can people buy homes with their spouse?
In houses can a family be
together for eternity?
I say to you, it is not so!
A home is where a man will go
to seek his flames of strife to douse.
A home he seeks, and not a house.
Inside a home a man has love:
From here below, and from above.
At home, he'll be with family
for time and all eternity.
poem by Chris Schleier
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The Empytness
I spent last night trying to write to you
But the words wouldnt come,
I couldnt go on
And the telephone wont do
Im sick and tired of hearing
Youre never home
Yet Im sick in the head and the hotel
Beds dont feel right
Though I hope it doesnt show
I feel a hollow down below
And theres nothing, nothing for me to say
I feel the emptyness inside me
The emptyness inside me
I have this feeling and Ive got to get back
This feeling that Ive got to get back to you
Theres no one else
Theres nothing else
Theres no one else
I hear myself saying again and again....
Even if it doesnt show
I feel a hollow down below
And theres nothing, nothing for me to say
I feel the emptyness inside me
I hope it doesnt show
The emptyness inside me
Like a hollow down below
I have this feeling and Ive got
To get back
This feeling that Ive got to get back to you
I feel nothing but the emptyness
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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WHY Are You So Suspicious?
Faithful?
I've been faithful to a fault.
That you would accuse me,
Of anything less is unthinkable.
Just because I bring you flowers,
Should not incite an argument.
We have been together for 5 years.
'Seven.'
Seven, five?
And I am 'still' madly in love with you...
Er...uh...uh...mmm...
'Marion.'
I was going to say Marion.
'Well...
You have a message from Margaret.
She wants to thank you,
For inflating both her 'flats'!
Is she related to Denise...
Who called last week.
To thank you for pumping her spare with air? '
No need to get upset.
The reason why I am late coming home...
Both of them are studying for the ministry.
And we met to have deep penetration!
'You mean deep 'meditation'...perhaps? '
WHY are you so suspicious?
Isn't that what I just said?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Suspicious Pieces
You've got my heart locked up.
And I'm not in a conscious focus...
Not sure if I want to clear.
This whoosie blues too.
That's trapped in a fantasy cage.
I've gotten use to being accused.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And not sure what it is I feel.
My head keeps right on,
Knocking.
With a heart feeling like it's hit by rocks.
And the hitting of the rocks wont seem to stop.
My head keeps right on,
Knocking.
With a heart feeling like it's hit by rocks.
And the hitting of the rocks wont seem to stop.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And not sure what it is I feel.
And what I feel is the real deal.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And not sure what it is I feel.
And what I feel is the real deal.
My head keeps right on,
Knocking.
With a heart feeling like it's hit by rocks.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And not sure what it is I feel.
And what I feel is the real deal.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And I don't know what it is that I feel.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And I don't know what it is that I feel.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And I don't know what it is that I feel.
You've got my heart locked up,
In suspicious pieces.
And I don't know what it is that I feel.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adore donkey
You have always remained my ideal
I remembered you whenever entered any deal
How did it help me to have honest feeling?
When I was cent percent sure and willing
“You fool and donkey” I feel bad when hear the outburst
I always believed in this pet animal and trust
What a noble living with no voice of dissent
No self honor, no bad feeling and no response to be sent
I have learnt a lot from this obedient and faithful animal
You stay blessed always with performance considered as dismal
People may leave you with excuses and take no notice
You will not be treated harmful even with breach of promises
At home also I buy a peace with no adverse remark
Only sometimes loud shout from wife like dog’s bark
I take it as blessings and do work silently
As it grants me complete peace in mind gently
Friends also let me off the hook without problems
They consider me hopeless and harmless animals
But I find this position completely acceptable
As it keeps me in sound condition and very stable
If at all I have to feel bad then it will be this animal only
How much insult and heavy load is tolerated lonely?
If has to bless anybody on this earth planet
Then it should be “Donkey” only with all the facilities to let
If there exists full wisdom
It is in this animal and realized seldom
If something is not obeyed due to heavy load
Then we can’t blame this poor creature on the road
We beat mercilessly with so many abuses
If with some reasons unable to move or refuses
Whole hell is let loose and mercilessly beaten
Even if no harm is done or anything forcibly eaten
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Telephone
(b. edwards/d. miller)
When you feel like you need someone there
Feel like no one really cares
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
When you feel like you really need love
Ill always be by your side
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
Everyone needs someone to love
Call me, Ill give you love
When you feel like you need someone there
Feel like no one really cares
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
Well share a love that will never end
Lean on me and Ill be your friend
In your darkest hour Ill be your light
Like a star shining in the night
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
Everyone needs someone to love
Call me, and Ill give you love
In my heart, youd have a home
But Ill never leave you alone
When you feel like you need someone there
Feel like no one really cares
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
When you feel like you really need love
Ill always be by your side
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
When you feel like you need someone there
Feel like no one really cares
Call me on the telephone
Ill be there
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suspicion Is Contageous
Scene 1.
When I feel warm in the middle of the night,
I suspect that electricity is cut off as usual
When I bite a pebble while eating rice,
I suspect that it is adulterated as usual.
When I am denied a seat to the university,
I suspect that I am less eligible than others, as usual.
When I am left to fend on my own with family and friend's support,
I suspect that my country is as useless as I, as usual.
Scene 2.
When I come out with my sling bag and laptop,
I am suspicious of everyone who looks at me.
When I walk to the tube and sit there comfortably,
I close my eyes tightly to avoid the suspicious eyes.
When I enter the workplace and talk to my colleagues,
who are as suspicious as I, exchange the suspicious greetings.
Wherever I go, I see the people who are suspicious of others,
cameras to catch the suspicious looking characters,
unattended bags are removed within half an hour,
for the fear of suspicious people planting bombs,
in some other places literally no rubbish bins,
and I am allowed to throw wherever I like,
and people are watching me always as a suspect,
and that makes me to be suspicious of them too.
When I come out with my sling bag,
I am suspicious of everyone who looka at me.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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FEEL AGAIN - Song Lyrics
Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass
The memories flash
Of how it felt to feel that way
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
I watch the people
Not because
I wanna be their friend
I watch them not
Because I hope to know
Them in the end
I simply watch
And ask myself
Why do I feel this way
How did I get here
Can I hope
To feel again someday
To feel the feelings
That they feel…
To hope, to love, to cry
To fall and feel the pain
Or rise in triumph to the sky
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
All I have are memories
Of the times
When things were good
Memories of the days
Of when I felt
The way I should
Memories now that
Flow before the view
Inside my mind
Just as the passing people
Flow before my open eyes
Oh God! How can I be
Like them
Is there a way to
Start again
I know there is
I know its there
I’ll find it
I don’t ****ing care
What I have to go through
What I lose and what I lack
I know my heart
Can feel again
If I can only
Find my way back
Home…
I’m going home…
This is my home…
It feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
I’m finally home
…Jeff Bresee
poem by Jeff Bresee
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Stupidity***************1978
i was feeling pretty low.
everything went wrong, no matter
which way i'd go.
i felt really down and out
and i had an argument with my spouse.
she could never seem to tell me
when something seems to go wrong.
she starts to scream and holler
and i feel i don't belong.
it seems that she goes through the agonies
and i through the ecstacies.
but yet it seems that it was
a love meant to be.
this is what i call 'stupidity'.
poem by Louis Rams
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This' Some Never Do
There are those uncomfortable...
Living a life,
Kept inside of them hidden.
With wishes their excuses,
Feeds to others a common sense.
Shared among comrades...
Who too are convinced,
Of their respective...
Defensiveness!
There are those uncomfortable...
Living a life,
Kept inside of them hidden.
Believing others to be strickened,
With benefits.
And 'lucky' with talents.
Bestowed with blessed gifts.
As if God is sitting,
On a throne high in the heavens.
Selecting to pick,
Some who are special...
Over others He chooses to dismiss.
And anyone who wishes upon a star...
Knows that applied hard work,
Doesn't guarantee...
These efforts take them very far.
What is done,
Is for the love!
And not for fortunes to fall...
Upon them from up above.
But being grateful and expressing it.
And 'this' some never do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Its Right Perspective
Those who look for flaws will find them!
Those looking to be inspired,
Will feel encouraged.
Feeling to be freed of making excuses,
Brings them peace.
I don't make excuses.
My flaws are for anyone to see.
I do not write to keep them hidden.
Nor do I flaunt my power.
Everything here,
Is in its right perspective.
And I've known that...
For quite awhile now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faithful
Faithful to the end
She's a lover and a friend
Faithful to the end
And with this i know you can win, just stay faithful
Faithful till the end
Faithful to the end
Listen ya'll she's a mother and a wife, she is everything, faithful
Faithful to the end
Even when things go wrong and you got nobody else to call
You call on good ol' faithful
Faithful to the end
Cause i know you gotta stay faithful
Faithful to the end
She's the one that will cook and clean, wash your clothes
So you always gotta stay faithful
Faithful to the end
Ya'll just take it on home, i can't even sing no more
Faithful to the end
Yeah, i like that
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Excuses
Why no one will help me
I am too dumb I am too smart
They'll not understand me
I am lonely
They'll hate me
And there is not enough time
It's too hard to help me
And god wants me to work
No resting no lazy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
I'm too far from home
It takes far too much energy
And I cannot afford to
No one will ever see me
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light
Shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
No one can have it all see
I have to they want me to
And I can't let them down
I'll never be happy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
Theyve kept me small
Theyve kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me small
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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A Matter Of Feeling
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
How does it feel, when everyone surrounds you?
How do you deal, do crowds make you feel lonely?
What do you say?
When people come and try to pin you down?
Aquaintainces smile, but thats no understanding.
How after a while, you keep falling off the same mountain.
Try to explain it, but nothing really gets that high.
Steal away in the morning, loves already history to you
Just a habit youre forming, this bodys desperate for something new
Just a matter of feeling.
This moments madness sure to pass
And tears will dry as youre leaving
Who knows you might find something to last..
Emotions a game , saved up for a rainy monday
But you laugh just the same, cause its been pouring on sunday;
Call up your numbers and never let the zeros let you down.
How does it feel?
Is time to heavy to hold, whatever you decide for the moment is holy,
Whenever you slow down to see life is passing by.
(chorus)
(you can..)
(chorus)
A matter of feeling..
A matter of feeling..
A matter of feeling..
A matter of feeling..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Habit
Habit
I'm not going back the fact of bring in place with temptation all around, that shakes my body thee expressions on my face I don't won't to touch and taste but I do it anyway.
Can I say,
conviction took place on my inside and I'm feeling a little weak and I close my eyes to take sneak peek wants again at my habit. That stands in front it's like kryptonite crippling me, my heart and soul saying no, my flash saying yes! ! ! ! ! I need some help to get out of this mess my habit.
It became a test I was about to fell I was under it's spell to become slave to what I see, that habit that be calling me.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Find My Way
I don't know how to let you go
I've given to you all of me.
All that will ever be,
We share the same heart and soul
I want you to believe in me
See through my eyes and you will know
I'll take my chance that you will come home to me
Even if it takes some time for you to work it out
I'll be there.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
If I could be everything you want
If I could change everything that I have done
Only you'd know where I have gone
I wanna prove I am worthy to be called yours
I need you more than I ever have
And I don't wanna stay, try to find me if you can
If I get lost along the way, please don't forget me
Know that I'll be here.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll Find My Way to you
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Why Am I Alone?
Why am I feeling alone?
Invisable and feeling like I don't belong,
I'm hurting inside,
But I musn't show,
Everything inside of me is screaming,
'It's ok to not be ok.'
It's not, you live in hurt and destruction,
I want it all to end,
All this pain and sorrow,
I want it to go away,
I live in fearof myself,
Wondering who will be my next victim,
My anger is hard to control,
Little outbursts all the time,
Then I'm ready to explode!
Don't wanna hurt nobody,
So I keeped myself locked up,
Hiding all my anger and hurt,
I cry alone, I cry silently, I cry inside of me,
If I cry around others, I make excuses up,
But people are starting to see,
All of the hurt inside of me.
poem by Charlie Bones
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What Is There To Understand About Love
What is there to understand,
About love.
What is there to understand,
About being without it.
And spending those nights alone,
Distrusting that 'right' one...
That goes away.
Distrusting that one sleepless night,
When someone loved...
Comes home late,
Without argument to defend.
Or passion to share,
After a fight that begins.
And excuses heard familiar...
Aren't there heard to make.
What is there to understand,
About love...
When none is there to make.
What is there 'then'...
To understand.
No one dreams about the absence of love.
Or who in those dreams are missed...
To share the magic of happiness wished.
As those suspicions take over...
Becoming one's relationship!
What is there to understand.
No one seems to have those dreams,
About someone wrong for them.
Someone who up and goes when they choose...
To return when they please.
To introduce agony inside of one,
That seems to stay...
Not to leave.
What is there to understand,
About love.
The pain that is gained that seems to remain,
To change that love that is no longer the same.
What is there to understand,
About love.
What is there to understand,
About being without it.
And spending those nights alone,
Distrusting that 'right' one...
That goes away.
Distrusting that one sleepless night,
When someone loved...
Comes home late,
Without argument to defend.
Or passion to share,
After a fight...
That had began.
Ending a quarrel to be forgotten...
As love made mends!
What is there to understand,
About love...
That ends.
What is there 'then',
To understand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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