In Fear to Live Without An Approval Given
Comatosed,
And going through programmed motions.
A life grossed out,
With overdosed imposed notions.
And under hypnosis,
As neurotics sometimes appear.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
Lives becoming too corrupt!
For those who've been fed...
Their lives lived,
Are headed towards bad luck!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
While some on the other hand,
Wearing shoes spit shined...
Reflecting all for them is going grand.
All is fine.
With seats sitting on top of the World.
Are never seen behind the scenes...
Throwing their temper tantrums,
As if spoiled boys and girls.
Screaming from inside their soundproof cells.
No one hears them screaming!
Not the ones who believe them to be living well.
Not from the hell they've made!
Fresh pressed dresses.
And suits with no hints of lint.
Often send wrong messages...
To those impressed!
Expressing their bittersweet and sour laments.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
The ones deluded by the giving of false presentations,
Waste too much time...
Finding excuses to make!
And hoping no one passes judgements on them,
In acceptable discussions in those social circles wished...
To be invited to participate because of their exquisite tastes.
And not for the bad impressions rejected.
Or an image dismissed,
By those who choose to keep their images faked!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Gifted Drift On 'Ifs
Too many gifted drift on 'ifs'.
Unsatisfied with a life that's missed.
And this is what is reminisced...
When giving up on rhythm and reason!
To stay stuck in ruts they choose to live in.
Too many want to give up just lip.
Sitting to dwell in aging sentiments.
To waste every second someone gives them.
And puffing hot air about nothing!
A swift kick in the rear will motivate.
Rotating stale debates don't renovate.
Procrastinators hesitate in waste.
Initiating simulated movement faked.
Eliminating anything that takes...
Removal of excuses that create headaches.
With a towing of their moans they own!
Too many gifted drift on 'ifs'.
Unsatisfied with a life that's missed.
And this is what is reminisced...
When giving up on rhythm and reason!
To stay stuck in ruts they choose to live in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grim and Stuck On Their Knees
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Too many people with weak souls.
They are the ones claiming to know...
How others should go about their days,
And pray.
Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
Seekers wishing to be equal.
But complain about their troubles,
And evils they face all day.
Seen running to be hidden in shadows.
Running from realities they choose not to believe.
Desperate are the lives of these people.
Sharing as seen their half filled cups...
With others they seek,
Like them who have given up!
Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
They see themselves with bad luck.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Afraid to get out of ruts.
They want their boats re-ruddered.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
They want them sugar buttered.
Grim and stuck on their knees...
They seek a life that's other than the one 'not' cookie cutter.
Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
They see themselves with bad luck.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Afraid to get out of ruts.
They want their boats re-ruddered.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
They want them sugar buttered.
Grim and stuck on their knees...
They seek a life that's other than the one 'not' cookie cutter.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Live In Division
People of ignorance take no time to learn,
But rush to judgement to incite a fighting done...
Dawn after dawn and after many midnights.
They live in division.
People.
People of ignorance initiate hate.
With a wasting of time to find themselves,
Replaced.
By the acts of Mother Nature.
And the reality of this no one claims is faked.
Then people in this condition expect overnight,
Their self-centered appetites...
To be restored as they would like.
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
Even when God wants division to end,
They live in division.
People...
To even ignore every message sent,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
People of ignorance initiate hate.
With a wasting of time to find themselves,
Replaced.
By the acts of Mother Nature.
And the reality of this no one claims is faked.
But...
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
People...
To even ignore every message sent,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
They live in division.
People...
They live in division.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Introducing Doubt To Weaken
Remove I've done,
From a confinement to undo.
And to choose to escape,
From perceptions...
Time,
Has taught me to erase.
Remove I've done,
The faking of false faces.
Kept to do,
In fear that I would offend someone...
And masquerading in pretense,
Would find my presence more accepted.
Remove I've done,
Notions of impressions to give.
And to strip myself to expose my identity,
Has meant more to more...
Than the approval of someone lessened,
By a harboring of their own hidden insecurities.
Removed from me I have done,
Those kinds of deliberating limitations.
Introducing doubt to weaken,
My desire to live my life...
Free of anyone's ability,
To qualify the passing of their judgements.
That action,
Is not invited or solicited in defining my life...
Lived the way it has been intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Live Forever
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
Well I gave up cocaine and I gave up smack
I gave up drinking alcohol and smoking crack
I gave up living on the never never
But I cant give up believing that Im going to live forever
Well I gave up computer games, I gave up meat
I gave up watching tv in my favourite seat
I gave up wearing fur and I gave up wearing leather
But I cant give up believing that Im going to live forever
Give it up, give it up
Dont you know youve got to lose?
The desires you were born with
And your talent to abuse
Give it up, give it up
Theres a better life to live
Give it up, give it up
Give it all youve got to give
Well I gave up sugar and I gave up spice
I gave up everything that feels allright
cos I feel that these addictions are a chain you have to sever
Im addicted to believing that Im going to live forever
song performed by by Marillion
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Brothers Cry
How many times do we have to play this game?
Why do your excuses always sound so lame?
You try so hard to impress the men in black,
When will you give me a crack?
Where are you now?
Lost again,
Living a lie, oh why?
Anger and fear?
Time to change gear!
Love, you say, is the answer, faith in a Higher power,
But what is it that you love? Earthly power?
You live for the approval of the many,
Where will they be when you breathe your last?
I will be there, you can hang on to my mast,
You are so close to faith, one more leap,
But instead you make me weep,
In the end our soul will mend,
Only when you bend,
Where are you now?
Lost again,
Living a lie, oh why?
Anger and fear?
Time to change gear!
Brother you need cry no more,
But you must lie no more,
Yes, it is you I adore,
But who needs who more?
When all is done and dead,
Where will you head?
I know the way,
Please don't delay,
Where are you now?
Lost again,
Living a lie, oh why?
Anger and fear?
Time to change gear!
Place your head on my breast,
It is time for peace and rest,
I will forgive,
When you choose to live.
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Be Soothed
Be soothed,
By whatever you get patched up.
Be soothed,
By getting out of those tough ruts.
Be soothed,
By anthing that comes as luck,
That opens up those doors once shut!
Be soothed,
By whatever you get patched up.
Be soothed,
By getting out of those tough ruts.
Be soothed,
By anything that comes as luck,
That opens up those doors once shut!
Many people living here are positive.
And some of those people live their lives to give.
With some of them heard never ever complaining...
About their strolls through pouring rain.
Be soothed,
By anything good you do.
Be soothed,
By being proud you can move.
Be soothed,
Some people can't even do that.
Be soothed,
To know you aint flat on your back!
Be soothed,
By whatever you get patched up.
Be soothed,
By getting out of those tough ruts.
Be soothed,
By anything that comes as luck,
That opens up those doors once shut!
Be soothed,
By anything good you do.
Be soothed,
By being proud you can move.
Be soothed,
Some people can't even do that.
Be soothed,
To know you aint flat on your back!
Many people living here are positive.
And some of those people live their lives to give.
With some of them heard never ever complaining...
About their strolls through pouring rain.
Be soothed,
By anything good you do.
Be soothed,
By being proud you can move.
Be soothed,
Some people can't even do that.
Be soothed,
To know you aint flat on your back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is fear?
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to please
Fear is always me...
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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Observation Says It
Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.
Give me eye contact on this one please!
How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?
Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.
When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.
After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.
When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.
Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!
Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.
'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '
If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.
People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?
That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.
If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Fears
Reaching to seek what is imagined mythically,
And worshipped to seduce fears...
If one doesn't live within restrictions to adhere.
With a loyality specific to something symbolically,
Endeared.
Promotes division and undecisiveness,
To market a decadence pocketed by deceivers.
And taunting those believers who can not sleep.
Your fears,
Keep you medicated and doped up.
Your fears,
Keep you agitated and stuck in ruts.
Your fears,
Keeps your back shoved up against a wall...
To sob over troubles with an instant recall.
Your fears,
Keep you medicated and doped up.
Your fears,
Keep you agitated and stuck in ruts.
Your fears,
Keeps your back shoved up against a wall...
To sob over troubles with an instant recall.
Reaching to seek what is imagined mythically,
And worshipped to seduce fears...
If one doesn't live within restrictions to adhere.
With a loyality specific to something symbolically,
Endeared.
Promotes division and undecisiveness,
To market a decadence pocketed by deceivers.
And taunting those believers who wish they could sleep!
Your fears,
Keep you medicated and doped up.
Your fears,
Keep you agitated and stuck in ruts.
Your fears,
Keeps your back shoved up against a wall...
To sob over troubles with an instant recall.
Your fears,
Are meant to keep you in a state of confusion.
Your fears,
Are like a leech who wants to feed you defeat.
Your fears,
Keep you medicated and doped up.
Because you have stated that enough is enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear is...
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to plea
Fear is always me...
poem by Nolan Holland
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Let Us Live
We've lived our whole life in fear
Let us live one moment in peace
Let us live please...
Give me some light
Give me some warmth
Give me another chance
I wanna grow up once again
I've hunched my back from my books weight
Bribe is something I've learned from my own dad
Either bring home 99% and get a game
Or a spank
Fitting in with the rest of the world
Burned away my whole childhood
My childhood is gone
Along with my youth
Now please let us live
One moment in peace
Please...
We've lived our whole life in fear
Let us live one moment in peace
Let us live please...
poem by Kiara Davar
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addicted To You
I am addicted to you.
So what can I do?
but accept what has happened to me?
You're my personal drug
each time we hug
my body turns out to be
at peace once again and not so uptight,
no shaking, no headache in sight.
I am addicted to you.
The need in me grew
from the very first time that we kissed.
You're my personal high,
the reason why I
know that you are why I exist.
I know that all's well
and there's nothing to fear,
no frightful event will appear.
I don't need a drink,
I don't need a smoke.
These things I will never do.
My needs are not bad.
In fact I am glad
that I am addicted to you.
I
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Do Da Da
Every time I'm fallin' down
You take the reprecussions
Headaches and anxieties
Advancing my frustrations
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
Hand up your soul to my wrist
And I'll vow my trust to you
Moving here I always thought
I realized you've imagined
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
song performed by by Green Day from Shenanigans
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A Man Became Addicted To Poetry
A MAN BECAME ADDICTED TO POETRY
A man became addicted to poetry-
Wherever he went he read or wrote a few lines-
Poetry became much of what he did-
Poetry and poetry and poetry-
As if that alone could give meaning and pleasure to his life.
A man became addicted to poetry
And so lost at times
What true poetry is –
Now he writes without knowing
Whether he is truly writing
Or merely using the ‘idea and world of poetry’
For his own peace of mind.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Stubborn Poses
Holding a firm grip,
Onto bitterness and anguish...
From times now that do not exist.
Is something people do!
Why do you choose that to be you?
Schoolyard games and childish antics...
Have many still inviting,
These conflicts in their minds...
To persist and rewind.
Hoping to find themselves validated...
By anyone who has replaced,
A forward movement...
With a backward pace.
Just to appease a waste to accomodate.
Regardless of the foolishness this creates.
And there are those
Who choose to stay in their ruts...
Stuck!
In such outdated...
Mindless stubborn poses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear
Cracked emotions
of living with fear
Make fear your friend
Not your foe
There's nothing
to fear in life
except the fear
you give yourself
So see fear as your challenge
And live your life free
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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