Hocus Pocus
They don't know what they want.
Taking indecisive jaunts...
With new personas changed,
Undaunted with flaunted aims!
And they are the ones
To say others aren't real.
When they themselves aren't sure,
What it is they feel.
Quick to attack...
Without a moment's notice,
Disappearing to come back...
As if it's hocus pocus,
That keeps them so unfocused!
Demanding a respect,
They themselves do not reflect!
In times when it's accepted...
They with disdain,
Often reject it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Portraying Themselves As a Class of Masters
These matters would not exist...
If not discussed,
With such digusted persistence.
To insist that what is not real for some...
Does not undo what has been done,
Or mean others are not dealing with it...
For centuries to overcome.
Some would say homelessness and racism,
Aren't realities lived surrounding them.
And yet there are millions living like this,
In a country they all live in!
And these situations are not just observed,
From tourists eyes...
But also lived by countless others,
Who can not hide as they try to survive.
Poverty and joblessness...
Aren't fantasized conditions,
Just 'minorities' live with!
They happen to dwell in urban cities...
While a 'majority' come into work,
And leave these scenes strapped with taxes...
Taking resources and quick they flee!
Those hustling with fat paychecks,
Want to believe...
They are not restricted,
From an abundance of opportunities!
And as long as they reflect,
A standard of life they respect...
Their visions are not limited,
With constant reminders they are rejected...
By someone else's perspective!
As they live in a 'world'
With images of themselves everywhere displayed.
Providing comforts for those of similar faces...
Portraying themselves as a class of masters.
And shepherding others,
To their accepted places!
As they announce their actions...
Benefits their interests,
To incite destruction and immoral conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Looking Through You
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don't look different, but you have changed,
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Your lips are moving, I cannot hear,
Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear
You don't sound different, I've learned the game,
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Why, tell me why did you not treat me right,
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight
You're thinking of me, the same old way,
You were above me, but not today
The only difference is you're down there,
I'm looking through you, and you're now here
Why, tell me why did you not treat me right,
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don't look different, but you have changed,
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Yeah, oh, baby you've changed,
aah, I'm looking through you Yeah,
I'm looking through you, you've changed,
You've changed, you've changed, you've changed
song performed by by Wallflowers
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I'm Looking Through You
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don't look different, but you have changed,
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Your lips are moving, I cannot hear,
Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear
You don't sound different, I've learned the game,
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Why, tell me why did you not treat me right,
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight
You're thinking of me, the same old way,
You were above me, but not today
The only difference is you're down there,
I'm looking through you, and you're now here
Why, tell me why did you not treat me right,
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don't look different, but you have changed,
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Yeah, oh, baby you've changed,
aah, I'm looking through you Yeah,
I'm looking through you, you've changed,
You've changed, you've changed, you've changed
song performed by by Wallflowers
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You Know the Ones
Aren't you tired of the folks who pass judgement?
You know the ones...
Quick to tell you how you should live
Always taking handouts from those they take for granted,
Criticizing the people who take their time to give.
Aren't you sick of those who waste your time to gossip?
You know the ones,
Glued to phones like weapons,
To add fresh lies to what they've heard!
They are nowhere to be found,
To assist 'you' when you need 'them',
But first to arrive to offer a discouraging word.
Aren't you fed up with their lack of time to listen?
Don't you wish they would grow and want to learn?
Even though they blame others for their troubling lives,
They will never feel ashamed,
To express their own limits of concern!
A repeated lesson you have learned?
You know the ones...
With their heads turned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Changed
Train entering the city
I lost myself and never came back
Took a trip around the world and never came back
Black silhouettes, crisscrossed tracks, never came back
Forever changed
Forever changed
You might think Im frivolous, uncaring and cold
You might think Im empty, depends on your point of view
Society andy who paints and records them
The high and the low, never turn back
Forever changed
Forever changed
Forever changed
Forever changed
Got to get to the city, get a job
Got to get some work to see me through
My old lifes behind, I see it receding
My lifes disappearing, disappearing from view
Hong kong and I was changed
Burma, thailand and I was changed
A few good friends to see me through
Henry and brigid to see me through
Only art to see me through
Only heart to see me through
My old lifes disappearing, disappearing from view
Forever changed
Forever changed
I was forever changed
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Why won't you talk to us
Why wont you talk to us,
You normally dont act like this,
We've never seen you like this.
The way you're acting,
Thats something we've never seen in you,
You were never like this,
Why are you changing now?
Why wont you talk to us,
We need our real friend back,
I can't stand to see you like this,
NO one can have any real fun,
When your acting like someone new.
We don't know who you are anymore,
No one has the slightest clue.
Why aren't you talking to us,
No one is having fun,
You're ruingin what we have as friends.
Why aren't you talking to us,
Do you really care about us,
Do you understand what your doing,
Just please what we are feeling.
We try so hard not to notice,
But it doesn't feel quite right,
I dont think you quite understand this,
But its like you don't even care.
Do you care without the fun the fun or not,
You normally make the fun more enjoyable,
Or you would join in in the fun,
Now its like you dont even want to do anything.
Why wont you talk to us,
Did we do something to upset you,
Was it something we did,
Tell us something we can do,
Vause you are scaring us now.
You're frightening us,
By the way you act,
You're being so different,
You worry us to death,
Can you tell one of us,
Just help us understand what to do,
So you can finally talk to us again,
Then go back to the way things were,
Or try to put all the thigs back together.....
poem by Gothic Fairy Princess
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Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus is a dragon
the last dragon you will see.
He live to make dreams come true,
dream for you and me.
He is a magic dragon
that can change his shape at will.
You often see him playing
in the clouds above.
He changes his shape
as the clouds change theirs
so you will never know
when he is really there.
Some days he frolics
in the morning mist
whipping up the leaves with his tail,
pretending to be a stormy gale.
Hocus Pocus when playing in the sky
is whatever you want to see
when you look up at the clouds.
5 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Almost Unreal
Babe, come in from the cold, and put that coat to rest.
Step inside, take a deep breath, and do what you do best.
Yea, kick of those shoes, and leave those city streets.
I do believe love came our way, and fate did arrange for us to meet.
I love when you do that hocus pocus to me.
The way that you touch, youve got the power to heal.
You give me that look, its almost unreal, its almost unreal.
Hey, we cant stop the rain, lets find a place, by the fire.
Sometimes I feel, strange as it seams, youve been in my dreams all my life.
I love when you do that hocus pocus to me.
The way that you touch, youve got the power to heal.
You give me that look, its almost unreal, its almost unreal.
Its a crazy world out there. lets hope our prayers are in good hands tonight.
song performed by by Roxette
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Aren't You The Friend You Promised Me That You Were?
I'm dragging my feet
I don't understand
Why when i'm down
You wont take my hand
Aren't you friend you promised me that you were?
You've built up my trust
You've taken it all
Please don't break my heart
Please don't let me fall
Aren't you the friend you promised me that you were?
I'm treading on
And i'm getting by
Even though i just feel the need to cry
Just answer this one question that i ask
Aren't i at least worth that?
Aren't you the friend you promised me that you were?
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Valentine’s Day
Today is Valentine’s Day.
I love you; I want to say why.
You’re a woman.
You aren’t old.
You’re in my vicinity.
You aren’t my property.
You’re in form.
You aren’t a storm.
You’re shy.
You aren’t sly.
You’re friendly.
You aren’t deadly.
Today is Valentine’s Day
I want to say my love to you.
13.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm Looking Through You
I'm looking through you, where did you go
I thought i knew you, what did i know
You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Your lips are moving, i cannot hear
Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear
You don't sound differnt, i've learned the game.
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight
You're thinking of me, the same old way
You were above me, but not today
The only difference is you're down there
I'm looking through you, any other way
Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight
I'm looking through you, where did you go
I thought i knew you, what did i know
You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you, you're not the same
song performed by by Beatles
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If they aren't real enough to surprise me, then they aren't real enough to go on the page.
quote by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro
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Living My Life
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
You count on
Try to run
Feel Up
Don't give up, Don't give up
Feel up
You hide your dreams
Youre dreams aren't real
Feel Up
Don't give up, Don't give up
Feel up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
You're just sixteen
You're all I got
Feel Up
But Don't give up, Dont give up
Feel it up
Don't hide your dreams
Your dreams aren't real
Feel Up
Don't give up, Don't give up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up
Feel Up Feel Up
*Grace Jones*
[email protected]
song performed by by Grace Jones
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To have more friends
Aren’t you bold but timid?
Aren’t you strong but soft?
Aren’t you shrewd but nave?
You will attract more friends.
04.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Is There to Gain?
What promises come with stress?
What kind of happiness associates itself with pain?
Why aren't misgivings honestly addressed?
What is there to gain when one has these aims?
There are goals some set to protect themselves,
For fear of judgements they too quickly pass.
Egos taxed with each jurisdiction...
Hoping actions to vote will represent a task that lasts!
Tricked by wicked politicians...
And a way of life bearing less fruits!
As the quality of pursuits,
Exposes nothing but another round of vicious lawsuits.
And this is what is missed in societies trying to ignore this?
Any fool limping in agony...
Isn't wishing in secret this obstruction remains!
What promises come with stress?
What kind of happiness associates itself with pain?
Why aren't misgivings honestly addressed?
What is there to gain when one has these aims?
Nothing on the horizon comes with a quick fix bliss!
And yet people are alarmed...
There are armed terrorists 'suspected' to exist!
Cat and mouse games played like cowboys tracking indians...
Only make sense to those employed making fences.
And even when they are made...
Enemies created,
Are inspected first...
For what they have worth,
That is not bartered but taken as fair trade!
Why is this mess being tolerated and made?
And 'who' is actually smiling...
Planting this duress and getting richly paid!
What promises come with stress?
What kind of happiness associates itself with pain?
Why aren't misgivings honestly addressed?
What is there to gain when one has these aims?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A smile again n again...
A smile again n again...
So many things happen in life,
n u smile,
People ignore u,
u smile,
they dont like u,
but u smile,
u feel bad,
still u smile,
They do it again n again,
but u keep up ur smile.
u aren't great as them,
u aren't wished like them,
u aren't talked like them,
still u love them,
n welcome them,
with a smile.
Time keep movin',
n u need them,
they laugh at you,
they put u aside,
n u have it all,
with a smile.
U feel alone,
u feel exhausted,
tears keep flowing,
but u hide them,
n instead, show your lips,
carrying a smile.
-Prankul
poem by Prankul Agarwal
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What Would Be The Purpose
Taking it to falsify someone's character,
Eventually results in the discrediting...
Of the person making adverse comments.
Not only is the person who has been defamed,
Discovered not to be the person believed to have been known...
But also those who become aware of this,
Realize the only information they get about anyone depicted...
Has never come from the mouths of those,
Who are themselves the 'horses'.
You know what I'm sayin'...
Those who actually lay down their own life track.
That information has always been given by someone,
Running their mouth giving opinions to have others quickly believe.
And doing it as if they've been annointed an authority.
Whole families have been ruined by people like that.
People who are jealous and lie about the actual facts.
When people eventually meet someone who has been scandalized.
Their actual personas aren't accepted.
In fact,
It is perceived they are in disguise.
'Why do they act like that? '
~Act? That's who they are.~
'That's not what I've been told.'
~Well...
When was the last time you had a conversation with them? ~
'I've never had a conversation with them.
What would be the purpose? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is As If Those Seeds Aren't Planted
Pleasantries are not accepted,
In those places where bitterness thrives...
As a form of fellowship.
And those who share such exchanges,
Aren't aware...
How their nasty quips,
Leave from their mouths to the ears...
Of disrespectful children's lips.
It is as if those seeds aren't planted.
To produce the sleaze,
Of their treasured weeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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