I Wont Hide My Disgust
Some like to question my patriotism.
Because I express pessimism,
With negative criticisms.
If anything I should be accused,
Of being idealistic.
I joined the military when just a kid.
I wanted to protect this great land,
From enemies that threatened...
Where my family and friends would stand.
As I did!
And proving to myself and others,
I was that brave and fearless man.
That was during the Viet Nam era.
When many my age,
Were trying to pass college entrance exams.
Two weeks after my high school graduation...
I was pledging allegiance to this great nation.
In an Air Force uniform!
I bravely adorned.
Friends I knew who lost their lives,
Weren't considered warriors...
But to my surprise were despised.
It took me years to get over this.
As I witnessed some had gone to college,
To earn degrees that made them capitalistic materialists.
Of course those of us who went through that...
Became very upset about this and quite pissed.
And some of 'them' on us...
Turned their self righteous self centered greedy backs.
As they licked their fingers...
From eating fast food snacks!
These are facts that happened!
My heart is with the soldier,
Because I understand that mindset at hand.
However...
It is unfortunate,
Those who sit and make decisions to begin conflicts...
Are rarely the ones who stick their necks out.
Like the ones who sit alone in barracks!
Getting five minutes to shit...
Keeping their spit boots shined!
Putting their lives on the line.
And rehearsing this at a moment's notice.
They are NOT the ones heard moaning and whining,
About what belongs to them...all the time!
And having no idea just how precious their lives are.
And who keeps it that way for them to smear!
Those times then,
Fear for us was kept within!
There were no places to hide our pretentions.
We could not afford to have them.
Some like to question my patriotism.
Because I express pessimism,
With negative criticisms.
If anything I should be accused,
Of being idealistic.
Especially today...
When people have the audacity,
To express their selfish sickness whims.
And using racism as a tactic,
To exploit their increasing madness.
With freedoms to enjoy.
To advantaged themselves as better than 'them'!
Praying to keep their lives of sin!
In a secret confidence to deny in pretense.
And 'if' I express any pessism at all...
As a black man I feel I am justified!
Yes,
I am appalled!
No one is fighting for my right,
To remain encouraged to stand tall!
In fact...
I view those unconsciously creating cracks,
In their own foundations...
They alone on their own mindlessly attack.
From a negativism they dare to call pride!
What lies these 'moralists' live!
When deceit has been the deeds they give!
And I wont hide my disgust,
When my trust has been abused...
And allowed to rust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indepth Information and Eye Contact
Oh, I have a lot to say.
Especially to those who have betrayed,
The trust of others.
And they continue to charade,
In the face of those they have deceived...
With misdeeds.
Oh, I have a lot to say.
Oh, I have a lot to say.
To those who sit with puckered lips.
With silent voices to offer...
When their opinions could change,
The lives they daily complain...
To unconcerned others about.
Instead of taking the opportunity,
To open their mouths.
Especially around those,
Who have the authority to make changes.
Don't bring your dirt to me.
Then pick up the phone to tell anyone,
Why you believe my actions will not please!
As you slander, character assassinate...
And backstab me!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
Yes,
I have a lot to say.
After witnessing a people let their lives decay.
After watching these same people,
Have things go their way to have the nerve to say...
How others who have dedicated their lives to do things right,
And unafraid.
Are deserving to be despised by those who tell lies?
I don't think so!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
AND...
This wont be done behind anyone's back.
I want them to feel my breath.
As I express my desire to request and get,
From them...
Indepth information and eye contact!
With facts I am fed until my satisfaction arrives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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8 Weeks
8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
8 weeks of fighting
8 weeks of trying to fit everything in
8 weeks of pain, suffering, and confusion
8 weeks of faking a smile
8 weeks of repetition
8 weeks of knowing they were nearing the end
8 weeks of love from friends and family
8 weeks…the shortest/longest, most hurtful/helpful weeks of their lives
8 weeks later…knowing they’ll never be able to do the things they’ve always wanted to
8 weeks later…now realizing he’ll never see her walk, at graduation nor down the aisle
8 weeks later…close friends and family now in shambles
8 weeks later…close friends and family never closer
8 weeks later…here we are
poem by Anthony Martello
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Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Appreciative Of Others
I learned at an early age,
After graduating from high school...
And standing in a uniform,
During those Viet Nam warring days.
There is quite a difference between,
Holding back emotions...
And becoming emotional with rage.
As a soldier I learned patience.
But unafraid dropp a tear.
Many people with issues,
Like to express them quick...
To make them clear!
And as time passes while I age,
I've learned to control 'some' things I say.
And so grateful I am to write with interest,
Those things most believe,
Comes from a weakness expressed.
Not many realize the strength it takes,
To admit one's faults and mistakes they've made.
And I appreciate those who have experienced this.
Since this shows,
What so many living miss!
I learned at an early age,
After graduating from high school...
And standing in a uniform,
During those Viet Nam warring days.
There is quite a difference between,
Holding back emotions...
And becoming emotional with rage.
It seems those who have lived,
To reflect upon their veteraned lives...
Are more appreciative of others.
And less opinionated like some,
Who feel they have rights,
To criticize and despise...
How people live and survive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Graduation
In couple months I will graduate from high school
I'm so excited and anixety
First, I have to get through this couple months and
Do everything I need to do
We are leaving behind good and bad memories
Is another chapter in your life
Time to start new one in college or whereever you go
Years in school fly so fast
This is our moment to show people we love that we can do it
You have plan to go to college or whatever you have in mind
Time to get our freedom and be away from home
Time to live our life way we want
We are going our separate path, but
We still can get in contact with each other
No matter where we are in the world
This is greatest moment of our life
We are going tear, laugh, smile, and be proud what we done
Graduation
Is once in life time
High school don't last forever
This is what we been dreaming
All our life and we make it through
With our ups and downs, bad and good times
I never picture myself that I would be here
In front of whole school and get my diploma in my hand
This is all worth it
I never gave up or had any doubt
Thank you to all my friends who was like my brothers and sisters
They have been there for me, fun to hang out, talktative, and funny
Thank you to my family who is supportive, caring, and love me
Thank you to all my teachers who never give up on me and help me through
I have confident, hope, and believe in myself
That I will make it through and look where I am
Graduation
poem by Christina Phan
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No fights over
Some of the friends don’t want any fight
They openly admit and say they are for their rights
May be they are right in their own way
They will find and adjust their way
I was bluntly asked “are there some in your circle of friends? ”
“I respect gay people and their rights” I admitted at the end
Some of them are very descent and openly admit
I some how dislike the admission but not oppose it
My friend reminded me of my being open to all
Why then all of sudden hatred and reversal of call?
She stood for respect regardless of sex
But of course the question was complicated and wax
Any how such talks created irritation
Sexual abuse on their part was out of question
I was doing right thing and getting them away
I preferred to maintain silence and encouraged no more say
Knowingly or unintentionally hey may approach on line
Express desire to have good relation and find it fine
I had no way out but to express regret and leave
It was nothing new but difficult to believe
‘How would you react if you find groom in bride?
I almost ran with anger and could not hide
I soon became protective and defensive
Their remark and utterances were nearly offensive
My female friend was quick to pick up and challenge
How quickly she countered my arguments and managed
She had almost earthed me in her first meeting
I was so much thrilled and could not offer any greetings
She came on me like hurricane would
I offered in best as much as I could
She had her straight forward way
I had nothing to offer but in simple way
She told me not to believer in pessimism
There is other side also known as optimism
One should look forward and build opinion
Ay relation can end in tragedy or happy union
Now I was loosing ground and felt amused
Someone blinded me and I stood as refused
I had to retrace the stand and ask for pardon
Even though I had strong reservation but had to abandon
I decided to offer it poetically,
Things were turning dramatically
It was their legitimate right to practice
I had no business for them to entice
I decided to shut all the doors
No one should impose or force
It may be hard way for them to live
I have to adjust and try to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Trans-Europe Express
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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A Mother Doesn't Know...
Theirs times that you’re not around.
Theirs times it seems like you don’t care.
Theirs times I don’t see or speak to you.
Theirs times I question you.
Theirs times I don’t even care.
Theirs times I even wish I didn’t know you.
But what would I be without you?
Would I be different or would I be the same?
Have you changed my life?
Or did I change it on my own?
Was I different before?
How come you want nothing to do with me?
You leave me in the dust whenever you have the chance.
Doesn’t seem like you care.
If you do care you have a funny way of showing it.
We use to be like best friends.
I grew up and you kicked me off to the side.
Or did I kick you off?
So many questions.
Not enough answers.
Not enough time to even ask all the questions.
My mind feels like it’s going to explode.
Not enough time in the day to even express my feelings.
Not enough time to share my thoughts.
It never seems to be the right time.
When is the right time?
Is it today or tomorrow?
When will you be there again for me?
You went away so quick I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.
I guess drinking really got a hold of you.
Some have the will power and others don’t know how to say no.
How could you let drinking get to you?
When you have three kids.
Now two don’t even live with you.
Granted one of them is married.
But the other is still a young child.
Looks at you with disgrace.
You don’t even seem to notice.
While your family is breaking apart you just care about your glass filling up.
How do you live like that?
I know you’re not happy, so what’s bothering you?
You’ve been through a lot granted.
BUT SO HAVE I! !
Look what you’re doing to me.
What you think it doesn’t bother me?
It does but I guess that’s what blindness will do to you.
When will you notice me?
IM RIGHT HERE! !
Pick up the phone and call me sometimes.
Why do I always have to be the bigger person?
I’m supposed to be the kid.
When was I able to be a kid?
When will it be my time?
I’m always there for everyone else.
How come you can’t be there for me?
Your always trying to mess up what I accomplish.
Putting negative thoughts into my head constantly.
Do you want to see me fail?
Well I'm going to tell you right now IM NOT GOING TO FAIL! !
How come you hate me so much?
What did I do to you?
I was always the one that listened to how bad your day was?
I was the one who listened all the time
Who else was their for you?
Dad was always at work.
Sam was never home.
I was I was their.
But you don’t think about that now do you.
Since I left you don’t seem to need me anymore.
Now you have toked my friend to live with you.
But threaten her she will have to leave when she make’s a mistake.
How true are you?
You shad your tears about how much you miss me.
But do you really miss me?
Telling people lies after lies.
Why do you do what you do?
How come you act like that?
Can’t you go back to being yourself?
You’ve changed and I don’t like it.
To be honest not a lot of people like it.
But I guess whatever you want to do you will do.
But this is my time now.
Now you know how I feel.
So don’t ask me again.
poem by Ashley Olson
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In that I found being able to talk to my family about my feelings, praying for strength and realizing that our lives have a deep purpose and the journey of our lives is to find out what that is and express it, was the only way I could have gotten through it.
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Am I Less Patriotic
Am I less patriotic,
If I choose not to embrace...
Conservative values,
With a more broadened view...
That may be idealistic,
With equality issues I pursue.
Am I less patriotic,
If those who are hypocrites annoy?
The ones with their self righteous political opinions.
Those who influence lawmakers to consider and employ.
Am I less patriotic,
If I am bothered by illegitimate conflicts.
Those that depict one class of people,
As being worthy to indulge...
In the feeding done of their own interests.
Am I less patriotic,
If I wish hunger and homelessness...
From all made to suffer from this,
Was erased from them and did not exist?
Am I less patriotic,
If I chose to express my feelings about it?
And am I less patriotic...
If I refuse to inflict upon another pain,
With a taking away from them...
To benefit my own selfish claims to gain.
Am I less patriotic,
If my ambitions are to sustain and maintain...
A peaceful co-existence,
Between those who have chosen to benefit...
Appreciating their lives as they wish.
Without being oppressed by those who infest...
With a manifestation to control with a beholding?
Taking away from others as if...
They were entitled to do this!
Am I less patriotic?
Or am I just another delusioned human being?
Wishing all differences,
Were accepted or not demeaned to maim.
Or disrespected to be considered obscene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nonconformist
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
It's chic.
It's so 'with it' today,
To express some form of insanity.
Butt cracks are being exposed.
Breasts implants are nearly being sold,
At fast food chains.
The police are smoking more weed,
Than I've ever done in the '70's.
And corruption?
Children are selling electronic devices...
In elementary schools!
Yes.
And at good prices too I might add!
I passed an elementary school the other day,
And this kid, no more than twelve years old...
Was using two cell phones! Two!
And I can not afford one!
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
People crying on TV 'after' being caught
Killing children and spouses.
The news being interrupted by commercials,
Pitching everything from condoms, underwear...
And sexual enhancements!
Age defying creams and weight reducers.
And divorced lawyers pitching their services...
As if they were selling used cars.
And...
I guess,
In a way they are!
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
It's chic.
It's so 'with it' today,
To express some form of insanity.
However...
When I get home,
I take off that mask.
Get a cool glass of tea!
Sit back...
And enjoy my peace of mind!
'THAT' I am going to protect.
If I have to be in disguise outside to keep it!
I don't want anyone to think,
I am a nonconformist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eternally Fortified
There is a place...
Deep within the crevices,
Of their recessed minds!
Where they perceived themselves envied.
Conditioned to believe they were in possession,
What others wanted to take.
Others wanted so badly...
They felt a need to defend themselves,
With weapons and attitude.
They believed themselves highly educated.
Although a few...
Even with degrees,
Could comprehend, read or write.
Even fewer than that,
Had common sense.
And those who did express it,
Were feared!
Even though rarely used.
One day when they awakened,
To address what had been rumored,
As 'reality'!
They found their greatness gone.
They discovered those they despised...
Could care less who they were.
In fact...
They had the better lives!
'Where is my mink, Harry?
Is it still in storage? '
Who tricked these people into beliefs,
Of nonsense?
Who damaged their minds?
And left them quite densed?
Whose standards and quality of life,
Depleted over night?
'Certainly not mine.
I still have tons of caviar! '
Who finally discovered they had worshipped,
Decadence and greed?
Who finds they are economically busted?
With a sick point of view...
That has left them to grieve?
'Harry...
Is that 'you' in there,
Doing that Orson Welles imitation?
I wish you would stop it.
It's so annoying.
Come help me select fabric,
For drapes.'
And...
Even if they solicited,
No where would they discover...
Anyone to show them,
Empathy or sympathy!
And even with this acknowledged...
They 'still' perceived themselves,
The envy of those filled with jealousy!
'That's a 'keeper'.
I love that line.'
Even those who loaned them money.
And owned everything they had!
Including their property and mentalities!
Did not express sadness.
'Don't worry!
They will never take away our racism!
And 'that' we will keep eternally fortified.
We must remain encouraged!
We must...
Maintain our birthright.
Let us now descend,
Within the bowels of our caves!
These theme parties are getting more extravagant.
You're going to love what I did.
I had a designer to do each room,
To my specifications.
So authentic!
You are not going to believe the detail.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Express What It Is In Terms That Pleases
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
More are obsessed with deluded impressions.
Created for affect.
To keep a conformity in check!
No one is expecting truth,
To be for them today complex.
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
However it is done...
None will embrace it.
And the rawness of reality,
Will certainly stun!
These folks have been fantasized,
All of their lives!
The truth you reveal will not appeal.
In fact,
Be prepared to be 'boo-ed'.
Threatened and despised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resented For Expressing Their Indifference
Taking visable pride to have ousted,
Those they delighted to have ostracized.
In the doing of it to ruin those lives.
Because there had been a time...
Those despising to be criticized,
Defended their pretentions with alibis and lies.
And took advantage of others,
With this blinded way of looking at life.
Have now come to recognize...
Their approach to be stubborn,
Has come back to razor bite every concept...
They accepted for them to be as right.
So wrong and head strong,
Many now know they have been.
And now for some reason,
Those character assassinated are today being accused...
For not being strong enough,
To stand their ground with the accepting of abuse.
But chose to remain distant,
From those who insisted they were mavericks and misfits.
And now for some reason,
Those who persisted to stay foolish can not explain...
Why those who had been shunned,
Have become resented for expressing their indifference.
And have made their commitments to a keeping of their distance.
Proving without doubt,
That those who are demons can switch their decisions.
And dance on several hypocritical levels...
Without within themselves find a single flaw to fault.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Excuses Needed To Be Made
Why is it that those who have lied on others...
And have done this most of their lives,
With an evil purpose and intent to belittle...
Would now get upset,
To express that those they have lied on,
Seem not to want to associated with them.
As if to think of their own misdeeds...
Forgivable to forget when done to someone else.
But an evilness like this is deeply embedded.
And those who know it for what it is stay away,
With no excuses needed to be made.
Nor reasons to express a desire to address it.
To stay away eliminates the telling of further lies heard,
By those who habitually are prone automatically...
To be in a lie telling zone,
Believed by them not to be known by others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith And Gratitude
In the midst of seeking joy,
Where is the search one makes...
To show and express faith and gratitude?
Many pleased with their lives,
Seem to be absent in the display of it.
Although complaining quite a bit is heard and done.
Everyone enjoys some attention when they get it.
Even if not admitted...
Statistics will prove that is why conflicts are commited.
In the midst of seeking joy,
Where is the search one makes...
To show and express faith and gratitude.
I am not too heavily traveled,
But there are days I wish I observed more people...
Determined with a purpose just to express this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days Of Our Lives
How many times have you walked through my door
How many times have you heard my song before
How many lines until the end of time
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you hear mother say
You would do fine if you didn't sleep all day
Oh mother dear, I'll get a job next year
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you walk down the street
Avoiding cracks that were thrown at your feet
These rainy days were sent to make us pay
But these are the days of our lives
How many roads must a woman walk down
How many walls will surround the town
All that I am could get us out of here
These are the days of our lives
Did you believe in the stories at night
Weren't you afraid when they turned out the light
Oh, such a gas, I'm sorry it won't last
These are the days of our lives
These are the days that some of us regret
These are the days we learn to forget
These are the days that turn us out this way
These are the days of our lives
Of our lives
song performed by by Travis
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Fake People
All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
(1998)
poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Rendez-vous auf den Champs Elysees
Verlass Paris am Morgen mit dem TEE
Trans Europa Express
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Trans Europa Express
In Wien sitzen wir im Nachtcafe
Direkt Verbindung TEE
Trans Europa Express
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Trans Europa Express
Wir laufen 'rein in Duesseldorf City
Und treffen Iggy Pop und David Bowie
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Talented People
Talented people here and there
people we see every single day
they hide their muse their inner being
they hide often from others their talents their dreams
Through friendships and family we discover a world
that only shows us a small piece of muse
that is hidden inside each humans dreams
We all see the sunsets and moonbeams anew
through the eyes of a loved one that only see's you
We learn to express true love true dreams
we learn to give our hearts once again
we bury the pain that makes us today
we look up in wonder at each other’s heart
So this I say to one and to all
come share your poems of
dreams come one and all
Express your muse your dreams your loves
express all you are in feelings and words
poem by Kaila George
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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