How to Escape From Crabs That Live In a Barrel
How to escape from crabs,
That live in a barrel?
Pretend you are trying to claw your way to the bottom.
Fast.
And being very impatient.
There will be those doing their best to prevent it.
Some wanting to see you thrown out!
And wishing that to happen as quick as possible.
They will do their best to lift you to the top of the rim.
Plead with them to keep you in!
Add crying to your motivation.
Since ambition is despised by those who suspect it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remnants of a Ravenous Activity
Shallow are the crabs
Laying near the bottom of the heap.
Pinching and clawing those near the top!
Wanting more darkness.
Wanting the light shown to stop.
And rotten is the smell,
Preferred and enjoyed.
Tough of crust,
And a sting of venom.
In a barrel that's enjoyed.
To eat themselves and keep...
Trapped.
Devoured.
Until there is nothing left,
But remnants of a ravenous activity.
And scarred shells...
That have begun a rusting into dust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Place With No Problems
Life is so hard right now
I can't help
Crying
Wishing this was over
Wishing for an
Escape
These last few days
Have been
Tough
Somewhere else is
Where I want to
Be
I want to escape reality
Where there is no
Hurt
Someplace that's not so
Crazy or hectic or
Sad
A place where problems
Do not follow
You
poem by Autumn Winds
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Escape
Paint on my cruel or happy face
I hide me behind it
It takes me inside another place where no-one can find it
Escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Don't get me wrong
Don't get me right
I'm not like you are
When I get home from work at night
I'm blacker and bluer
So I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Where am I running to?
There's no place to go
Just put on my makeup and get me to the show
Yeah
Escape
My doctor said just come around
You'll be taken care of
And while he ran my problems down
I stole his mascara
That's how I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Escape
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Wishes To Escape
The only true purpose crabs in a barrel have,
Is to ensure those that are kept in it...
Become immuned to the pinching.
And numbed to the pain.
With wishes to escape from this,
Thought as foolish as the attempts made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem Of The Broken Hearted
I’m just a girl who has a broken heart
its hard to start
when you don’t love me anymore
do I feel such a bore,
I don’t wanna be in the body anymore
I’m sick of it,
my soul wants to fly free
away from the pain and the anger that i feel
I still love you but you have moved on
still loving the ones that you loves
let you spirit fly about
sick of crying
wondering why you fucked it up
you may never know
maybe it was ment to be
sick of crying
wondering why it ended the way it did
sick of it all
want to go home
want to go back to how it once was
when you were happy
when nothing could go wrong
looking forward to each day
now not wanting to wake up
not wanting to go through with it again
over and over
wishing you could go to sleep and not wake up till its all over
not wanting to see what it will hold the next day in hand
sick of crying indeed I am
whatever I felt has died ill never get it back
i want you to still love me
too late I guess
now I’m stuck with old memories
and reminders of what once was
never to return
never again
wishing I could stop crying
the tears just flow
over and over
I want to sleep and not wake up till everything is over
Too Many Others Now Have Done It
Run...
As if you're going to get something done.
'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'
Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?
'No...
I just can't charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'
Run...
Why can't you masquerade?
'Too many others have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!
Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Run...
As if you're going to get something done.
'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'
Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?
'No...
I can't just charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'
Run...
Why can't you masquerade?
'Too many others now have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run away.
To come back wishing they'd stayed.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys
there are multiple questions pertaining to the concept,
'more fun than a barrel of monkeys.'
how big is the barrel?
how many monkeys are we talking about?
how big are the monkeys? Are we talking spider monkeys, chimps, baboons or what?
Are the monkeys old or young and where's the barrel, inside or outside?
If you leave the monkeys in the barrel, you got a problem:
they'll die in their own excrement,
if you lift the lid and let them out,
they might kill you.
a monkey can rip out your eyes, is that fun?
monkeys, leaping and running around the house, can do a lot of damage, is that fun?
monkeys are dirty, so... what exactly do you consider fun?
what's it going to be like trying to get the monkeys back in the barrel?
would that be fun?
what would the neighbors think of you, if you released the monkeys into their yards?
what happens if the police gets involved?
it could mean everything imaginable is more fun than a barrel of these animals.
maybe even more fun than a barrel of human beings.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Light Lift Me Up
Oh searching tired of love grown up, now it all falls out
Oh lovely dreamer - magic prince - swoop you up, swoop you up
But no no i, just one guess - man at all
While I grow up, came your way
Nobodys so special in this way, nobody to sweep you away
Oh light, oh light come and lift me up
Oh light please come lift me up
Oh sweet light come lift me up
When you go down remember your steps
As a baby rememberin how he walked
Rememberin all the sweetest dreaming you did
While you tick-tock along, but now all gone
Theres nothing here for your dream but hope in a song
Just like the bent back of an old woman that you know
Its all gone and severed and alone, so I rhyme
So now all you see is sad
All look the same as the wall inside
She feels swallowed up, she feels tired as she could
Creepin along this wall
And this wall its so long
Its a wall, and lips theyre alone
Sweet lips theyve lost their way a while
Like the bent back of an old woman
Whats true that way?
Whats true, hey way?
I came crying to you, came on me knees
Begging father lift me up please
But no as I came down, no flowered sound
Just emptiness in side me
Oh light lift me up, please lift me up
Come down and pick me up already
Forgive me all my selfish ways sweet light
Pick me up from my misery
Im gonna get away - Im back to you
The way that I do
The way that I picture you
The way that I picture you
Lift me up, from the bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
Lift me up, from the bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
Lift me up, bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
Lift me up, from the bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Unity That Is Down to Earth
The ignorant,
Are not historically known...
To be supportive of their own kind!
But they will periodically,
Call for unity...
In support of accusing one another,
For making attempts...
To do something with their lives.
For the small minded,
This 'trip' is considered 'uppity'.
And leaves many a victim despised,
By this self critique...
As trying to be better than the others.
And forgetting where they came from...
When they were significantly shunned,
For doing their best to get out of the nesting...
Of a crab barrel full of defeaters.
Somehow...
Knowing who and where they were,
Needed little confirmation!
Although filled with ambition and aspiration...
Energizing support,
Is a self motivating thing!
A sacrifice only determination brings.
However...
Suppressing expectations of progress,
Is a given and...done!
With the best of unified intentions.
To prevent 'delusions' of success!
And yet...
Those professing this ugly evilness,
Will dress to impress.
These are crab barrel dwellers!
People of a 'visualized togetherness'
Coming to celebrate express pretentions.
While proclaiming a displeasure,
For being in the presence of those
Who are not 'Down-to-Earth' like they are!
And with a lack of a collective identity.
That keeps them screaming for more police protection!
In a unity they appear...
Obviously in need of complete psychotic diagnosis.
And mental repair!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfamiliar Knocking
Overnight a growth process does not begin,
To become uncontrollable.
A control loses its hold,
When people pretend...
The hearing of them is negatively mentioned.
And those unafraid to make bold sentiments,
Are ignored as being pessimist...
Who are nonconformists.
And overnight troubles are not planted to manifest.
It just seems that way,
To those bumping against them with their eyes closed.
Only to open them...
When unfamiliar knocking is heard,
On both the front and back doors.
And a peeking through them,
Doesn't prevent bricks being thrown through the windows.
'NEVER! ...
In my wildest hallucinating dreams,
Could I be convinced something like this...
Would remotely happen in 'this' part of town.
Since all of us HERE do our utmost best,
To protect those 'standards' we treasure and value.'
~Did you happen to get a glimpse,
Of who might have thrown those bricks? ~
'Yes.
Those adorable children living across the street.'
~And...
Just how old are these children?
Would you happen to know that? ~
'Of course.
One is 27 and the other 33.
I happen to know that because they still come over,
To play with my kids.
That's why I am at my wits end to comprehend,
Any of this.'
~And...ah...where are your...'kids'? ~
'You know...
My children are very civic minded.
They are out making deliveries,
To those poor and needy in the inner city.
They said they had packages to dropp off.
Usually they are back no later than 2am.
I am so very proud of their efforts.
And the tremendous chances they take,
For such a worthy cause.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Climb to Heights
Motivate and inspire...
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.
Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones...
Wishing to achieve,
With a purpose done that is perceived.
Bombarded are people like these,
By some who would rather see them...
Fail and fall down on their knees.
Yet...
Wanting to please,
Can pressure expectations.
And devastate those sensitive.
Who wish to give themselves with impatience.
Since this is the life for them that is lived.
Wanting to please,
Can keep a mind awake at night.
And discouraged with no appetite.
Wanting to please,
Can isolate good intentions wished.
And leave those thoughtful,
Giving up on their gifts.
And this does not produce,
For them or anyone...
One single benefit.
Motivate and inspire,
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.
Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones,
Wishing to achieve.
With a purpose done that is perceived.
Those wanting to believe,
What they do is for you!
And caring less about themselves,
As much as they do for for you!
And/or someone else.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The escapes
Fight is an escape from fear.
Art is an escape from deprivation.
Love is an escape from perversion.
Ambition is an escape from sloth.
Goodness is an escape from depravity.
Life is an escape from death.
Every escape gives you relief
28.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
poem by Fading Heart
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Forgive Me God
God forgive me for wanting his wife
And the possessions that he has and own
Forgive me please for wanting his life
As I have nothing and I feel so alone.
I live my life through my dreams and lies
I have nothing and I want another mans prize.
God forgive me for wanting to be like him
I am a man and I have nothing at all
Once though I had something but now my life is grim
And a job long ago that I can still barely recall.
But for him and his life their is jealousy
As I leave nothing behind, but he’ll leave a legacy.
God forgive me for the life that I live
And forgive me for wanting to be someone else
Though for greatness I have no motive
And in life I seek no riches or wealth.
All I want is to live off the dreams of others
I want to be nourished and cared for as by my mother.
God forgive me for something that I am not
And please forgive me for something that I will never be
As other men’s dreams and wishes I had sought
But for me I know it will never become my reality.
So I pretend and pretend as I put on my act
What other men own and have I certainly do lack
God forgive me for wearing the clothes of another man
Please forgive me as you listen to my prayer
As I am not happy with the way that I am
Because when I am around no one sees me there.
But then for me one day my judgement will await
And then God; will I walk or crawl to my final fate.
poem by Randy McClave
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I was 18
Writing to my love once again
Wanting to just go to Texas
The days are slow but fast
Long but short I have to wait
A letter of impatient to graduate
I write to him
I was 18
The X's on my calendar represent
The train cars that I've lived though
And the ones that I have left
I live without him
I was 18
As the months get shorter to the end
I get less and less brave
Once a recorded braking wait trainer
Now a frightened fifth grader or it seams
Unsure about the next step
I was 18
With that gown just around the corner
Scared to death of not wearing it
Just because of one class
But knowing I will pass
I was18
Stuck between a child and an adult
Not really wanting to be either one
Just wanting to have the same
Bread and water
Stuck here in high school
I was 18
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Wishing For a Window to Open
You want to sit,
Wishing for a window to open.
To provide a fresh breeze.
And you'd like for someone to do this for you...
As you continue to do as you please.
You rather have the Sun,
Rise on a schedule you condone.
While you confine yourself behind closed blinds...
Peeking to see,
If it is there prepared to be shown!
You want to be served a happiness,
Based on your terms...
And with a degree of sweetness.
You want what you want,
When you choose to want it!
But you will not lift a finger...
To remove the dust you trust,
Will keep intact an excused motivation to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You never get quite down to the bottom of the barrel, but we are much higher than that at the present time. There is quite a lot left in the barrel that could be explained by them. If they have some weapons, if they have some anthrax, they should deliver that.
We Live So Fast
Please dont ask me to stay
Im leaving this town
Dont worry now
Believe me as I believe that
Luck is on my side
The future is mine
If I can find
A way through these strange days of my life
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
The streets deserted and cold
Theyre not paved with gold
But I dont care
For those who think young will still survive
Making their move
Hoping to prove
That they can face
This big city, small world, big time
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
But now I know their ways
I found my place
Saw their true face
Theres nothing to stay for so Ill go
Ill pick up the phone
Still searching for home
We life so fast
Alone but not lonely I move on
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
song performed by by Heaven 17
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The Hermit Crab
The hermit crabs life is all but exciting live all alone
and in the sahdows in the bottom of the teary sea
feelings no comfort and no love this crab is all alone
no friends and allways hurting everyone
he use to have friends till the day he found him self this shell of dark sleeping alone
and being alone this crab used that bad to fell worse
we the other crabs of life the ones that live a full happy life
need to find him/her and bring this hermit out of it's shell
show to the hermit that talking isn't all bad
but being alone is talk about your problems dont hide in a shell
Street Crab
First Ill panic quick and listen
To advice
Agree to anything and try to be
Too nice
Then my skin flakes, another allergy
Im not making sense, just
Ignore me
Thirst I had at last
Run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
Whats the matter?
Street crabs buy it fast
Infect the water
Safe and sound like the perfect food
Ice the beer, its east to feel good
What was that you said? I thought
I heard my name but
Every street crab will push the
Vowels the same
Thist I had at last
Run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
Whats the matter?
Street crabs buy in fast
Infect the water
song performed by by Helmet
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