Frantic
Some believe redundancy,
Makes a point that sticks.
While others are getting sick of repeatedness...
And they've decided not to listen,
To any of it!
Shifting from fear to panic driven fits...
Frantic describes it all!
Hopefully an appointed committee will agree,
An overhaul is needed...
For assigned wakeup calls!
And everyone appearing at the meeting will be clear,
As to how they arrived...
At one place with opened eyes,
And who should be the one they perceive,
To be annointed to take the blame
For instigating something that works,
Finally!
Once and...for all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent Alarm
its funny...my dreams
they're never what they seem.
they're never as serene
or come close to in between
what i want or what i need
someone's always there
a silouhette in the air
but i never know who
i could never catch her face
though i always feel her grace
changing the mood of the place
in my head and in my heart
she feels good in my arms
protecting me from harm
she's the perfect, silent alarm
i've been alive for...
no matter who i'm with
no matter how well the puzzle piece fits
i eventually come out sick...
sick of fear sick of loathing
sick of silence sick of roaming
sick of trying sick of guessing
sick of messing.....up....
all i can do is look up
these visions are never clear
like a thunderstorm i fear
that this ringing in my ear
will justify the myths...
that out there somewhere
she's thinking of me too
though we all know the truth
that im a washed up, worn down,
reclused ruse
poem by Adrian Carrillo
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People Panic
Tripped out,
Over their finances.
Doubts begin to cloud their minds...
With a suggestion to breathe deeply.
To prevent a panic to exist.
And if they don't breathe deeply,
That's exactly what they'll find!
That's exactly what they'll get...
Panic!
But do people listen?
No!
Is common sense from them missing?
Well...
I don't want to pass,
That as harrassment.
But if I'm allowed,
I would choose to brag.
I don't want to pass,
That as harrassment.
But people seem to get,
Just what they ask!
And everywhere you go,
You'll see them in their stubbornness to give!
In 'fits' like spoiled little kids.
And everywhere you go,
You'll see them in their stubbornness to give!
In 'fits' like spoiled little kids.
But do people listen?
No!
Is common sense from them missing?
Well...
I don't want to pass,
That as harrassment.
But if I'm allowed,
I would choose to brag.
Tripped out,
Over their finances.
Doubts begin to cloud their minds...
With a suggestion to breathe deeply.
To prevent a panic to exist.
And if they don't breathe deeply,
That's exactly what they'll find!
That's exactly what they'll get...
Panic!
People quick to throw a fit and...
Panic.
One's finances will do it!
Cause a panic.
A lack of money will do it....
Cause a panic.
There is no benefit in it,
But people panic.
People quick to throw a fit and...
Panic.
One's finances will do it!
Cause a panic.
A lack of money will do it....
Cause a panic.
There is no benefit in it,
But people panic.
People quick to throw a fit and...
Panic.
One's finances will do it!
Cause a panic.
A lack of money will do it....
Cause a panic.
There is no benefit in it,
But people panic.
People sick of taking risks,
And so they panic!
People sick of taking risks,
And so they panic!
People sick of taking risks,
And so they panic!
People panic
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traffic Jam: The Worst Scenario
It is a hot hot day
You have to go
And you are late
You are feeling sick
And you have stomach ache
You forgot to bring your wallet
Also your phone because you're in hurry
You are the one who drives
And the car needs repairing
Because the window can not be opened
And the door always needs a little push
The tank is almost on limit
And you again forgot to fill it
There is only one way
It is a narrowing road
With two side of direction
The road is crowded
And you stuck on it
And you hardly can move
All people become egoist
Everybody has turn into aggressive
And nobody wants to give a space
Everybody will do anything to get forward
Even it is breaking the law
Testing your reflexes and mental
Or scratching your fine car
The motorcycle from opposite direction has decided to short cut into your line
And there are plenty of them
They invade all the road in front of you
Till you can face to face with them
And neither can finally move
And no officer around
You can not turn over
There is no alternative way
The railway lies nicely in the front
And the clock is tickling for the next train
And nobody has already moved
Everybody has turn into panic mode
And the horns blow ever direction
Making it seems more chaos
And suddenly your stomach is getting worse
Sweats tricking over your body
And you can not leave the car
Because the door is broken
And the window can not be opened
And nobody care about you
Or take a notice on your frantic shout
Because they also panic with themselves
So ready to say a little prayer?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Pregnant For The Last Time
Phlegm lapels for the last time
Corn beef legs for the last time
Oh, were so glad
That youve finally decided
But then you see someone new
And you want someone new
So you have someone new
I dont blame you
We would all do the same as you
If ever we had the nerve to
Chips with cream for the last time
The peoples friend for the last time
Oh, were so glad
That youve finally decided
Tiny striped socks for the last time
Pokes and prods for the last time
And the doctor said
Dont nod your head until june !
But then you see someone new
And you want someone new
So you have someone new
I dont blame you
We would all do the same as you
If ever we had the chance to
Sick at noon for the last time
And who is going to clean up ?
Would you be so kind ?
Oh, everybodys staring
At the strange clothes that youre wearing
Bad advice for the last time
And people being nice for the very first time
Oh, were so glad
That you have finally decided !
song performed by by Morrissey
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Modern Day Catastrophists
take those potatoes out of your ear
listen to the warnings
verify all your fears
there's a world outside
that's ready to blow
and we're all to blame
when it finally explodes
you gotta listen up
gotta listen to what
they're telling you
gotta listen up and think
about what they're saying to you
they're the modern day catastrophists
they've got practical solutions
(know all the right equations)
they're the self-appointed
righteous pragmatists
and they know 50 ways
to save the world
what makes you think
you can cure our disease?
maybe its just our biology
maybe its time to make room
for another species
this is the 21st Century
song performed by by Bad Religion
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I closed my eyes and my heart felt u
I closed my eyes and my heart felt u
Wen I opened them there ws sumone new...
It is my wedding day
It has to be in d best way..
There are flowers everywher
But I cnnt c my blossom anywher..
My friends are dancing and showing there hapiness
I am smiling and hiding my lonliness...
The place is full of light as everyone can see
But no one noticed the darkness within me...
It is my wedding night.. oh dear! ! !
The stars are shinning in d sky so clear...
The moon dat witnessed all our loving moments is staring at me
Its again and again asking where are 'WE'.....
I can see my friends my family is so delighted
Accepting all that is goin with spirit highlighted...
They expect me to do d same
And jst run and run in dis so called life game...
M goin my love forever may be
I wish I can see u for d last time may be...
I alwez wntd to be wid u forever
But now u wil be inside my heart forevr and evr...
They pulled me on the wedding place..
My heart was beating fast like it ws in a race
I needed ur hug
I needed ur love
I needed ur hand
I needed ur feel
In a fear of losing u I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes and my heart felt u
Wen I opened them there ws sumone new...
poem by Namrata Tiwari
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On Automanic
On automanic!
People in a panic.
Looking for a switch...
That stops the twitching,
And the itch.
We're standing frantic,
In the midst of antics...
Trying to find,
Reality
Somewhere in our minds!
On automanic!
People in a panic.
Looking for a switch...
That stops the twitching,
And the itch.
We're standing frantic,
In the midst of antics...
Hoping in time,
Darkness
Doesn't leave us blind!
It seems we have been,
Too busy being dizzy.
Taking the wrong medication!
We've come to deadends,
Thinking turning back was easy.
But we hid inside...
Behind lies,
That fight us!
We market...
Rascism!
We market...
Disrespect and fast rejection!
We market...
Fear!
We market...
Peace to tease in pieces!
Trying to find...
A few kind reminders!
On automanic!
Psychomanic panic.
Looking for a fix and quick!
To stop this mental fit that's sick!
We're standing frantic!
In the midst of antics...
Trying to find,
Someone who hasn't lost their mind!
On automanic!
People in a panic.
Looking for a switch...
That stops the twitching,
And the itch!
We're standing frantic,
In the midst of antics...
Hoping in time,
Darkness
Doesn't leave us blind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did. Did You Do A Panic
Did. Did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?
Did. Did you do a panic...
Frantically?
Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?
Did you really do a panic...
Frantically?
Or...
Did you feel romantic?
Or...
Was it really panic?
Tell me did you do a panic.
With a frantic...
Undoing panic?
Did you really do a panic...
Frantically?
Or...
Did you feel romantic?
Tell me, tell me now.
Or was it really panic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Impressed By The Presentation
Distribute to them a map.
Highlight what is needed,
For them to arrive safely to their destinations.
Do this in crayon with assorted colors.
And...
Make sure those colors are neon,
To aid night vision.
Someone amongst them is guaranteed,
To begin instigating an argument...
As to who has the credentials and intelligence,
That qualifies a giving of attention...
To listen to recommendations suggested,
As to how a journey from point A to B...
Should begin!
With an ultimate decision to change the colors,
As to not to offend anyone who might perceive this...
To be an act of discrimination that benefits to give,
One an advantage over another.
Allowing to initiate an unending debate,
That has nothing to do with their safety.
Or the trip initially all agreed that should be taken.
And the simplicity of the map,
Is eventually abandoned...
To pay someone no one knows,
But offers a more elaborate way to go...
That satisfies those who are more impressed,
By the presentation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woody
Can you see me there when I'm standing alone?
How did you know I needed you here?
Can you feel the screams from the depth of my soul?
Is that what makes you appear?
See, I often wonder, in the presence of this all,
what we did to become this way.
And, I'll never forget when you whispered to me.
You said, don't worry it'll be ok.
Sometimes the sun calls our names.
And, sometimes we listen.
Sometimes the devil's there, but we just can't go with him.
Can you hear me now when I'm standing this close?
Can I tell you one of my fears?
See, I hope you live to sing when I die,
'cause if you're gone, I don't think I want to be here no more.
'Cause sometimes the sun calls our names.
And, sometimes we listen.
And, sometimes the devil's there,
but we just can't go with him.
Sometimes the sun calls our names, oh, no.
Sometimes we listen.
Sometimes the devil's there,
but we just can't go with him.
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Clear
If I dont take you seriously
If I can laugh at your randomness
If I can have a little fun baby
If I can only feel my bliss
If I can ignore my conscience
And reject my angry guide
If I can take my soul out of hiding
And get it right back
To reviving what had died
I wanna be alive so alive
If I can love you without hating you
If I can accept your lack of guilt
If I can walk across the skinny wire
If I can make my conscience tilt
If I can lose myself for once
If I can regain my youth
Im so sick and tired of lying
Gonna dig down to the truth
I found my independence here
I finally let go of my fear
My mind is finally finally clear clear clear
Whoever said we had to be crazy glued
To our personalities
I wanna jump on the bed and hit the ceiling
Any symbol of being free
Last night you laughed so hard
I could see your shining bliss
Dont wanna live another day
Without knowing how you kiss
I found my independence here
I finally let go of my fear
My mind is finally finally clear clear clear
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Too Official
Give someone some piece of your mind.
Shine it, shine what youve been assigned.
Has your identity sold out?
Sit in the back and make no sound,
this earth will swallow you down.
Honest it makes you sick.
You dont act on what you thinks right.
Honestly want to kick down,
doors that keep you in.
Let your hair down.
Sometimes relax your stiff posture.
Or so they say, all work no play make you dull.
Chance to change the patterns were born to.
A fear of appearing too concerned,
try to speak, but the words just get stuck.
Honest it makes you sick.
You dont act on what you thinks right.
Honestly want to kick down,
doors that keep you in.
Each time you get to raise your hand for changes you dont know your luck,
so put yourself to use like,
you were taught by, by your heroes.
You speak your mind, thats something.
You speak your mind, thats something.
We dont get it too often
song performed by by Quicksand
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The Growth And Blooming Of Bright Flowers
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to expand.
Enthralled one is by their own demands.
Those who seek to be understood,
But lack the patience to understand.
Has a fear to self assess themselves,
As close as one who self examines can.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to absorb clarity.
Unless that clarity has others to agree.
And one not comprehending,
Only wants to perceive from one point of view.
And if that point of view mentioned,
Has obstacles in its way blocking what is there to see...
Those obstacles will remain to stay where they are.
When a stubbornness is thick like a cemented brick wall.
And stuck with a holding onto the comfort of ignorance...
That appears from the outside to be permanently installed.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Could be that one who believes the feeding of weeds,
Nourishes the growth and blooming of bright flowers.
With a giving of consideration to nothing else at all.
Even when the petals from them begin to prematurely fall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No More Homework, No More Tests
(I was going through my cousins papers after he died and found this. I decided to put this up here today... he left all his works of peoetry to me and some of them we wrote together. I may start to put up some of his poetry on here, i dunno.)
No more homework! No more tests!
We the students of the USA certainly agree,
That’s that the thing for me.
Now I am elected,
To tell you all,
It was a all around vote, we all defiantly agree,
That no more homework, no more tests,
Are the things for us students you see.
We already learn, and (devote) we hope, hours of our time.
So I hope you can agree and certainly see the point we are making.
Less grading for you, more fun for us,
So please, we beg you,
No more homework! No more tests!
poem by Jinx Natta
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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In An Utter Panic
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
Believing those of other ethnocentricities,
Aren't as competent to follow through on policy.
The same standards and qualities...
They have long forgotten and do not recognize.
Since their philosophies,
Have become more attached to distractions.
And these distractions,
Have become their satisfactions.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
And proving themselves to be as blind as bats!
They've succeeded in eroding their own values...
That now have dimmed in broad daylight.
They fight to create their own demise!
With a wish for darkness,
To assist in keeping 'truth' out of their sight.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Choose To Follow
Why is it,
That those who choose to follow...
And allow themselves to do it,
Will argue with anyone opposing their decision.
But when the destination picked has finally arrived...
Disappointment and blame is found to upset them,
Than what was told to them to expect.
And as always a listening done needed,
No one seems to accept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mask Of Fear
They say that fear is dreadful.
They say that fear destroys us.
They say that fear induces only pain.
They say that fear is horrifying.
These are what they say,
But I tell you,
All these are just the outer mask of fear.
A society is disciplined. Why?
‘cause we fear the law.
A child listens to his elders.
‘cause he fears them.
You listen to your loved ones.
But of course,
People would disagree that fear is responsible for it.
They say it’s the power of love,
They say it’s coz of our love for them.
But think!
Why should we listen to our loved ones?
Is it just coz we love them?
No. I say no,
Coz again it is out of fear that you do it,
But fear for what?
You fear that you’d make your love unhappy,
You fear that you’d lose your love.
Fear prevents chaos is a society,
If it wasn’t for our fear for the law,
Our lives would’ve been in chaos
So open your eyes,
Perceive the term fear with care,
Coz many of you’ve failed to see what is behind the mask of fear.
A mask, if taken away,
Shows that fear is a guide towards discipline and justice.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Get Out of The House
Shut up!
Sit down...
And listen!
You did what you had to do!
The throne was never meant for you to sit,
Sprewing tantrums and bad habits forever!
Attempting cleverness...
Believing all your fits should be accepted!
There's nothing great about your approach,
And outlook on life!
Your disasterous plan
Has come from the darkened corners to centerstage!
And the only one appearing to be shocked is you!
Shut up!
Sit down...
And listen!
You and your clan,
Ran on self delusion too long!
You've invaded common sense
With senseless ignorance.
And much of that you sold on people's pride!
That 'downhome' approach
Played enough to scatter rats!
Even they got tired of the lies!
Shut up!
Sit down!
You may have seen yourself,
As a cat who was able to deliver the cheese!
But you are a fool.
And that is a fact!
You and the others
Brought a kingdom to its knees!
And that is treason by any name,
For those whose mindsets have not been diseased...
Or drained by your games!
Shut up!
Sit down...
And listen!
The image of your 'vision' is done!
Collect your ego and history shifting myths.
There's a lot that has to be completed!
And anyone who is sane can see,
You have no brains for it!
Shut up!
Sit down...
And listen!
Get out of the house and go fishin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny
People tell me my life was predestined
From my life others shall learn a lesson
Born a leader with the world on my shoulder
Age is young but my mind is much older
Living up to everyone's expectation
Condemned me to a world of damnation
I gotta clear these voices from my head
All these opinionated noises
Listen to the voice of my creator
Opens door to a path much greater
On this path the days draw nearer
When I can be happy, finally happy yeah
1 - Searching for my destiny
I'll search for what makes me happy
??? what others thought of me
I gotta be happy, finally happy
Searching for my destiny
I'll search for what makes me happy
??? what others thought of me
I gotta be happy, finally happy
Time to broaden my horizons
Come out from the dark and opened up my eyes and
Started to define my destiny
Experience what life can really be
No longer concerned with your opinion
Over my life I have dominion
I'm stronger now than before
I'm sure I can be so much more
Not what you thought I would be
Cuz I'm gonna be happy yeah
I'm gonna be happy
Finally you see, oh
Repeat 1 until fade
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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