If One Admits It
Being bottled up...
Can be resisted,
If...
One admits it.
With a wsh to rid it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled!
Get rid of it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled!
Get rid of it quick.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled,
Let it fizz and rid it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled,
Let it fizz and rid it quick.
Being bottled up...
Can be resisted,
If...
One admits it.
With a wsh to rid it quick.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Bottled up and panicked,
Can be popped and fizzled quick.
If one admits it.
To rid it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Keep Your Lips and What's Behind Them Zipped
You keep your lips and what's behind them zipped.
No explanation do you give for this.
But then you expect understanding given for it.
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
You do a tantrum dance and go into your fits.
You spit words of venom with a delivered hiss.
And then you wish somebody to bring to you gifts.
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
What makes you think you are deserving of it?
You're not even using those you've been blessed with.
You curse the Earth and spit on it,
When you should give it a kiss!
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
And you're bottled up...
With a half filled cup.
You keep your lips and what's behind them zipped.
No explanation do you give for this.
With your jaws tight together like a big hypocrite.
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
And you're bottled up...
With a half filled cup.
You're bottled up!
You are bottled up.
With guts sucked in and ready to explode,
On a moment's noticed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bottled Up
Mind frenzied?
Feeling under pressure...
Knowing you have had enough.
And those you know,
Have troubles too.
And no one stays in touch.
So they keep it bottled up.
Hoping for a taste of luck.
And pray they do,
Like you do too...
With hopes to not give up.
Yes, they keep this bottled up.
Trying to not slip in a rut.
But there's just so much that one can do,
Before they bust a gut.
I wouldn't keep it bottled up.
Why would you do that and for what?
Just to show how much your mind can take...
To prove that you can fake,
Heartache?
Why keep it bottled up?
To prove to who and what?
That you can be both brave and crazy...
With a mind that's out of touch?
Give those thoughts right up!
Don't let them bust your gut.
Pray for patience,
And see it for what it is!
Too much is just too much!
Why keep it bottled up?
To prove to who and what?
That you can be both brave and crazy...
With a mind that's out of touch?
If that's what 'you' want...
I'm not one to argue about your needs.
What whatever pleases you,
That's 'you'.
Don't push that stuff on me!
I'm not going to hold onto steam...
That wants to blow.
If it wants to go...
I'm glad to let it!
And hopefully,
I'm in a safety zone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caked In Dust
Nit picking is your 'special' gift.
And you snicker when you wish to needle.
Knowing it annoys a bit.
I'm bottled up.
You don't seem to know when it's enough.
I wish I could adhesive tape,
The flow of the rushing stuff...
I would love to hush up.
I'm bottled up.
And feeling like I'm sinking in a tub.
Corrupted by the notion this is love.
But the love I felt is caked in dust...
And pains me in the gut.
I'm bottled up.
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
Bottled up.
Like a pin stuck through a beetle.
Bottled up!
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
And this sickens me to heave...
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
I'm bottled up.
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
Bottled up.
Like a pin stuck through a beetle.
Bottled up!
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
And this sickens me to heave...
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
I'm bottled up.
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
And I know this gives you pleasing relief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Guitar Solo Scream
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!
'Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that...
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '
Oh some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
Some...
People,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
While others love to stir up stuff.
And then there's people...
Who love to fuss.
And then there's people...
Who love to anger.
And...
Love they do to fist-i-cuff.
And love they do to rush cuss.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!
Ohhhh...
Some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
While others love to stir up stuff.
But not you,
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve.
Wah-wah-wah.
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve.
Wah-wah-wah.
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve!
'Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that...
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '
Whining up like a guitar solo scream.
Wah-wah-wah.
Just whining up like a soloist on the scene.
Wah-wah-wah.
Whining up like a guitar solo scream.
Wah-wah-wah.
And doing it just to be heard and to be seen.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '
Oh some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
But not you,
'You' just want to be heard.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Got Up to New Stuff
Today is 'my' day!
And,
I'm going to have it my way,
Today.
Getting rid of those 'come what mays'
Laying around to delay.
But not today.
This day is mine.
To do and find ways to please,
Me.
No matter who believes,
I should not live this selfishly!
Today is 'my' day!
I got up to find my mind had had enough.
I awakened to find a filled cup.
And what had spilled over,
I didn't miss a beat...
When I bottled the rest of my gratefulness up.
Today,
I got up to new stuff.
Today,
My mind had had enough,
Of the old ways of doing things.
And recognized my cup spilleth over.
With a rushing done to bottled the rest of it up.
To ensure tomorrow,
There was some left to sip as I chose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Push Push and Pop It
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
You can refuse to feel remorse or guilt.
And let forgiveness handle it!
No need to flip your lid or top.
Learn to love yourself a lot.
If this is not done...
How can you expect others to start.
You don't have to play a part...
Of that panic brewing in your heart!
Denying it is there.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Inspired and Dedicated:
To all my Hip-Hop lovers and friends,
Of the mooovement!
Peace Up!
L
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Up To Give Away
You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!
You're just another one seen,
Not to be around them to strut.
With a chosen disposition,
As if to say, 'So what! , if I sit around on my butt.'
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!
Who cares,
If they're living in a danger?
Who cares,
About a pain feeling stranger?
Who cares,
If they're living in a danger?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!
You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!
And who cares,
If you're living in a danger.
Who cares,
About a pain feeling stranger.
Who cares,
If you're living in a danger?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
With a bottled up...
Giving up to give away!
Bottled up,
With tensions that are on display!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Of These Days
(earl montgomery)
I wont have to chop no wood
I can be bad or I can be good
I can be any way that I feel
One of these days
Might be a woman thats dressed in black
Be a hobo by the railroad track
Ill be gone like the wayward wind one of these days
One of these days it will soon be all over cut and dry
And I wont have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days Ill look back and Ill say I left in time
Cause somewhere for me I know theres peace of mind
I might someday walk across this land
Carrying the lords book in my hand
Goin cross the country singin loud as I can
One of these days
But I wont have trouble on my back
Cuttin like the devil with a choppin axe,
Got to shake it off my back, one of these days
One of these days it will soon be all over cut and dry
And I wont have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days Ill look back and Ill say I left in time
Cause somewhere for me I know theres peace of mind
Theres gonna be peace of mind for me, one of these days
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent,
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick;
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...
poem by Barry Cornwall
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Get Stiff Quick
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
When you know you need to move,
From foolish doers...
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to put up more with that funky stuff.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to ride a roller coaster,
You know was tough.
No need to do a shuffle singing those sad songs.
Or get along with others you wish from you gone!
Just,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick!
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
Mean what you say and be done with it.
You've got to,
Get stiff...
Get stiff quick!
Don't let just anything fall from your lips.
Or bite your tongue to let an old patience sit.
When you wish to make a point you know wont quit.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People You Knew
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Those people you knew you made fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent Teardrops Fall
A Silent teardropp falls.
Deap in the ocean
For noone else to see
Where noone else can find it.
I never can cry.
Every thing bottled up inside.
Making me weaker by the day.
Niggiling away at me is guilt and rage
I wish the tears could fall
Then nothing would be bottled up.
Angry inside.
So bitter and angry.
Most of all
Im lonely
A miss fit
With no where to belong.
Nothing is ever the same
Not now every thing
was turned upside down.
All I want is for
My fears to be gone
And my tears to fall
And be real
Not feal like an empty body.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Throughout the Years
Throughout the years I've bottled up this pain
Held onto it even though it almost killed me
I don't know why I bottled it all inside
I guess I thought nobody would understand
I was right nobody does understand
It's a different kind of pain
Pain of agony and desperation
Pain has followed me everywhere throughout the years
I swear I was born with it
Being in pain is nothing new with me
I was just made this way
Made to be broken and in pain
But throughout the years it feels like it has gotten worse than before
I feel so trapped and alone
Wish someone would and could save me
I need to be set free
May 23,2009
poem by Espn Chick
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It' Was You Who Put 'It' There
Kick the mud off of those boots,
And don't drag your mind...
Through,
Drenches you've committed.
As if to call on faith,
To quit quick.
Stand up.
Look forward and be tough.
It is going to be rough...
Even for those ready.
It is going to be rough...
And with discipline,
You will remain steady.
Strengthen that mentality!
Kick the mud off of those boots,
And don't drag your mind...
Through,
Drenches you've committed.
As if to call on faith,
To quit quick.
Admitting you have grown tired of it!
But 'it' was you who put 'it' there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Is The Beat Of My Heart
Written by lewis mark
Lead vocals by james young
If its my time to die today
Please God oh make it fast
Balanced on this point for a year and half
I just dont think I can last
Theres a man whos laid to rest
The man who gave me my start
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
So please all you people
Dont you grieve for me
The blood in my veins is black and I cant bleed
Ive suffered the pain
And all I can face is the dark
Oh, lord, quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Now my bags are almost packed
The trains about to depart
I wish I could quit but I cant and its rough
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
Quick is the beat of my heart
If its my time to die...
song performed by by Styx
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Everywhere There Is A Medic
Isn't it easier to criticize,
Anyone doing something with their life...
They seem to like to do with a doing done.
Than it is to stop from feeling aggravated...
That no one gives us the time of day to listen,
To everything negative we say and can find...
That describes why we are such miserable people.
All the time.
With a tuning into grief as if to be treated by it,
On a daily basis to feed on diets of aches and pains.
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
Oh yeah we keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father's Son
And no one or nothing can take this away
And Ive bottled up all of this pain
And Ive bundled up all of these things inside
And wonders what if that was my little girl walkin down that road alone
He thinks about that little girl and the one he has at home
Its been a month since her saw her face underneath the blood stained gown
He chokes that bottle down
In the haze of a smoky room
Never again
But I wont let it happen again
And no one or nothing can take this away
And Ive bottled up all of this pain
And Ive bundled up all of these fears inside
And I swear I didnt know
That things like this could happen to a 17-year old
I swear I didnt want to
I just do it cause I can
That I dont this for pleasure
She said theyd never understand
he said they never listened
Im gonna get my moneys worth
Tonight my pretty one
But I want this one to hurt
He said dont try to scream now
And he laid his money down
A man walked in beside her
She laid her body down
In the glare of a neon light (sign)
But I wont let it happen again
Never again
Maybe Im just crazy or the devil got inside
But either way my soul is gone, Ive learned this all night
The one hand throws the whiskey, and the other throws the gun
As he cries out to the heavens
I am not my fathers son
Ive bundled up all of these fears inside
And Ive bottled up all of this pain
And no one or nothing can take this away
I wont let it happen again
Never again
Never again
No
Never again
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Fizzle
eat a certain funny idea
digest
and soon you fizzle out
and fart
i am trying to
break the wind
tonight
wind without noise
between us
poet
to poetess
we shall hiss,
as does
a piece of fireworks
unambitious rockets
we too fizzle
doggedly
downward
we rise again
with modest reluctance,
we hesitate often,
we decline finally;
generally,
to misunderstand the questions
some more
among us
thrown
we fail
we soon than sooner
die out
if we allow it......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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