Giving Eye Contact
If I appeared here,
To fill your ears with fluff...
You wouldn't hear a word,
I had to say!
Since the fluff stuff you believe,
Protects you from experiencing...
A brusing done to your ego.
And I am clearly not in masquerade.
Already...
Without one word I utter,
You are prepared to be afraid.
Although you are the one that struts around.
And I am the one giving eye contact.
Without one dropp of sweat to be found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call That Vanity
I remember once being told I was nothing but fluff.
With a life that would lead to nothing,
Because I was not made of the right stuff.
And purposely I see these folks.
And keep my mouth close shut.
Since most of them are limping with canes,
If not laying flat on their butts!
And I am happy and glad my stuff is fluff.
With a still muscled butt that allows my strut!
And please by all means,
Call that vanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fluffhead
Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease
Could not find no cure
Wont you help him if you please?
Fluff came to my door / fluff came to new york (two parts)
Askin me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged
Fluff went to a banker
Askin for some bills
The banker said, I aint got that
But I sure got some powerful pills.
song performed by by Phish
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Cycle of Word
When one word drown, one word will raise
When one word vanished, one word will exist
When one word gone, one word will come
When one word finished, one word will show
When one word flies, nothing can take it back
When you talk, I wait like exiting child
The next word my ears will hear
But you keep silent, wandering in your own dream
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fluff Seekers
Fluff seekers know where to go,
To get their daily fix.
And those wishing to get their reality,
Straight up with no chaser...
Like to remain sober as long as possible.
Although their activity may not be received,
As popular.
And today...
People can not seem to get enough fluff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
Zero Zip Are The Benefits
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip zero zip are the benefits.
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits.
And poofed up blown to be gone!
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits!
And...
Too poofed with fluff and sent on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thorns And Thick Brush
Sometimes there is a reason why
Fluff rises to the top
Thorns and thick brush on paths
Can be a bit too much
To endure to secure
A clearing that provides
Undeniable understanding
That comes to strip one
From a fantasized past
And expected fluff
Entertains the senses
Rushed by an overflowing of reality
Pricking nerves seeking to be sedated
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Word I Say
You feel like liberation
You give me new sensation
You show me what I need and
You are my life completed
Can't stop, cant break, who's driving?
Sometimes there's no denying
Till today I feel I can't lose
I'm letting go of what I knew
I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and I don't care
I hear your name in every word I say
Every word I say
Every word I say
Before you I was only
What I let control me
You are a revolution
Against my own conclusions
So today I feel I can't lose
But I'm letting go of what I knew
Said, I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and I don't care
I hear your name in every word I say
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no
And now I say goodbye to the way I used to be
There is no room for question
'Cause your name, it sets me free
Yesterday's troubles harm me
T-Today's are creeping in
So let go of the world around me
'Cause your love is all I need
I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and that's okay
I hear your name in every word I say
I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and I don't care
I hear your name in every word I say
Every word I say
Every word I say
In every word I say
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no
Oh no no no no no no no no no no
Yeah!
I hear your name in every word I say
I hear your name in every word I say
I hear your name in every word I say
I hear your name well all I hear is your name
All I hear is your name
All I hear is your name
And no one can take it away
song performed by by Hanson
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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Word Made Flesh
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Say The Word
Ooo say the word
And Ill be yours
Say the word
So Ill be sure
That what Im feeling goes for both of us
I hate to hear you tell me what you feel is really love
Say the word
Open up
Say the word
Whats the hold up
Before I go and give my heart away
I need to know Im falling for a man who aint afraid to
Chorus:
Say the word
Its just four little letters
And if you really mean it
Youve got me forever
And Ive got so much love for you
That all you gotta do
Is say the word
And Ill be there
Anytime, anywhere
Repeat chorus
And Ill be yours
So Ill be sure
Say the word
And Ill be there
Anytime, anywhere
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Finger Licking Good
Bloated.
From head to toe.
Blinged for masquerades.
Adorning hollow vessels.
Behind disguising expensive Sun 'shades'.
Bloated from a self involvement,
That searches to be understood.
No sacrifices by them endured.
Everything is required to be...
Finger licking good.
Bloated and loaded with overindulgence.
And this bubble nears popping.
To dropp a whine from time to time.
As if folks have noticed,
A floating has stopped.
And...
Realities have been encountered.
But this was never prioritized...
By those not into bling cliques to cop,
False fluff to pump up stuff to gloat!
Another circus seems to be coming to an end.
Until another is marketed...
To those with no depth to show!
But prepared they will be to perform,
For those who are masters of design.
Needing their backs to trademark and brand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pigmentation Of My Skin
If I never said a word,
About 'stuff' I thought about...
Would my not saying anything,
Be interpreted by someone else...
With a stopping of my thoughts about it?
I heard it said to me,
In varying degrees of sentiments expressed...
How strong and resilient I appeared.
And that I had the patience of 'Job'.
Able to endure and move on without dropping a tear.
I've heard it mentioned to me,
I rarely complained about my differences.
Or reacted negatively,
When this was brought to my attention.
And with an air of confidence I continued to stride.
And why should I say anything about 'stuff',
I wish to keep inside?
Everywhere I go the pigmentation of my skin,
Seems to speak for itself.
Or the ones who lack it I would hear tell others,
What they believe I feel, think and know....
About 'everything' without hearing a word from me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Wells of Silence
In the wells of silence
a dropp of word
might stir
the whole tranquility
of the utter silence
and a dropp of sigh
might disturb the whole
serenity there
What about a dropp of God's sigh
and a dropp of Jesus' blood
combined?
That will be a new revolution! ! ! ! !
poem by Sangnam Nam
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The Word I Say
A word is dead
until it's said.
And so I say
my word to you.
And what word is it
I say to you?
I have never had
to think it through.
For it has always been
the word I've said
and will say repeatedly
until I'm dead.
The word I say
is what I feel.
The word you hear
has sweet appeal.
So I give to you
the word I've heard
that always and ever
repeats in my being
like the song of a bird
that sings to its mate
and can't hold back
before it's too late
to hear.
That word is love,
my dear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Much More Than Fluff
Because it is made to look easy...
People think it is!
Whatever it is one does,
And enjoys getting done.
Not a dropp of blood, sweat or a tear,
Is connected to what one does...
That seems to instantly appear.
And others perceive...
If it is done like that,
There can not be sweat...
Dripping off one's back!
So they stand on the sidelines...
To either admire or attack.
And the more productive one is,
At what one does...
Of course,
They must live lives carefree and breezy,
Correct?
One would suspect.
Not a life in the 'fields'...
Working harder than a horse!
However...
No one knows how long,
One toilfully struggles on.
Perhaps days and nights...
Without one wink of sleep in 'sight'!
This would ruin images!
But this is not the view that is chosen,
When someone selects...
Another to dissect!
Nor would they accept,
One working hard to produce their best.
This would ruin images!
They would rather pass judgements.
And compare what it is 'they' do!
To make that appear more tough and rough!
But what appears to be simple....
May take much more than fluff,
To produce the stuff!
Then make public appearances,
To further mystify...
Those who qualify images!
Producing a 'pleasantness'.
With a social accepted grace!
And 'that' may be the most difficult thing,
One works harder to create.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cream Puff
Hey you?
Yes you...
Sweet stuff.
Bold and vivacious,
With some edges rough.
Your cream puff touches...
Moistens me much!
Let's begin together,
To fill your cup up.
Hey you?
I like what you do.
You've got my head mushed with fluff!
I know what you're doing...
When I see you switch and strutt!
I use to feel foolish,
Believing I could make the 'cut'!
But you slowed your flow by me...
And with your wink,
You sent me luck!
Now let's get that cream puff dripping...
Sharing and licking it up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And since I am but a word for you
You said it
You love me
As a word and nothing more
But just a word
Without a stand
Just a word
Unable to make
Your love come true
In the form of
Body and sweat
In the shape of a kiss
in the substance
of a hug
or an embrace
I admit it
I am just a word
And I am deleting
This word
Myself
You follow
the time is 11: 52 in the evening
and you are not sleeping
like me
us is also a word.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Word From You
One word
Could make me consumed with guilt
One word
Could light the burden of my heart
So don’t ignore me
Don’t ever hate me
I will do everything
To make you see only me
One word
Could sink me to deepest abyss
One word
Could fly me to heaven
So don’t leave me
Don’t ever disappear from me
It will carve a big hole
If you gone from my eyes
One word
Could clear my suspicion
One word
Could erase it in second
So don’t lie to me
Don’t hide it from me
I will walk in fragile world
When I don’t know which the truth is
One word
Could dropp my guard
One word
Could wake me up
So don’t play with me
Don’t even try to
I will turn a dangerous enemy
Once you decide to deceive me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Brutal
I don't sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff!
When I 've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
Or beat around the bush.
I'm not into fuzzy wuzzy stuff.
Or get cuddly to patch things up!
I don't sauté what I have to say,
With puffed up fluff for you!
When I've had enough...
And the going gets tough,
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
Because you think it's cute...
To use me as a substitute!
I don't bite my lip...
And pretend I'm not pissed!
You try to do me in...
And then you turn around and grin?
Thinking I wont do,
What now you know I can and will...
To you!
Yes...
Your looks could kill,
But I wont be a pig in swill.
I will get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
You think I'm a wimp in a pink tutu?
With a tutti fruiti tattoo on my booty too?
I wont sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff for you.
When I've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
I don't sauté what I say,
Or look away...
With my dignity played!
Not me.
Oh no!
You see...
I don't offer fantasy!
I'll give you brutal.
That's all I offer to you,
Is the brutal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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