It's All Connected
You have preferences?
So do I.
But I don't conduct auditions.
Nor do I have an interview process.
If it doesn't happen in my heart...
Nothing from my head will communicate
A readiness between my legs to heat!
It's all connected.
In a package one gets and enjoys!
And loyal.
Which today...
Is as rare as finding a soda fountain,
In a drug store!
Selling hotdogs and hamburgers.
'Will that be a root beer float?
Cherry coke?
Relish or mustard and/or both,
With catsup and mayo on the burger...
With a side of fries?
Or did you want the dog plain? '
~Just how 'old' are you?
You may want to reconsider.
And either lower your requirements.
Or make adjustments to the times!
You know...
Revalue your expectations.
Either way...
It is clear you have updating in need,
Of much clarity...
To 'mingle' in these times we're living in! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Reconsider Everything
How many times will they do the same thing?
How did they get programmed to, your following?
Everyones locked up in their suffering
The only way you can tell is reconsider everything
What if the truth is that there is no truth
The only thing I can prove is there is no proof
Dont be so sure that your source is correct
People believed it before, before they had checked
How many times can they tell you
Til you just give them their way
How many times can sell you
Til you let them have their say
Every time you will ignore your
Heart it will come back twice more
Never deny your own instinct
Reconsider Everything
Everybody want something they control
Some just want grass some they want gold
Either way does it feel good or feel low
Taking you down not fast but real slow
Rebellion done for it's own sake
Does not a true free thinker make
To go against for it's own sake
You're still controlled by the course that the other man takes
Reconsider everything, reconsider everything
Reconsider everything, reconsider everything
Reconsider everything, reconsider everything
Reconsider everything
song performed by by 311
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Candy, Candy, Candy!
You’ve heard the expression many times
About a kid in the candy store
But there’s a place I’ll tell you about
That has every kind of candy and more
The containers of candy go way back
To retro styles of such fun
Candy from your childhood too
You’ll no doubt find every single one
A soda fountain graces the store
Oh my, sure takes me back
Way back when I was a teenager
Yes sir, that’s simply a fact
Cherry red stools to sit upon
As you smile and make your choice
Of delicious enticing concoctions
You just plain want to rejoice
So maybe someday you can be
As lucky as we were to see
A store that’s filled with delicious
Candy, candy, candy!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Gary likes a girls tight black pants
Larry knows he doesnt stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick
Dennis wonders whats under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brians still glued to the radio
Louies lookin out the rear window
Guys got around to orderin fries
But root beers my best buy
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Fries On The Side (#2)
o the tune of Dylan's 'God on our side'.....
And now we have breakfasts
Of chemical dust
If eat them we're forced to
Then eat them we must
One push of the button
A new menu worldwide
You can't beat a MacDonalds
With fries on the side.
I used to hate salads
And vegetables too
I would never eat them
Do you know what i'd do?
I'd wait for a moment
Then move them aside
Right under the table
With fries on the side.
But now at McDonalds
They've got healthier food
I think that it sucks
And i'm not being rude
It may even taste better
You'll have to decide
For all i want is a burger
With fries on the side.
poem by David Keig
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Premeditated Preferences
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
If one doesn't arrive,
With a feeling of a happiness generated from inside...
Few will give their happiness away,
At the benefit of another's dismay.
Not today!
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
And most times premeditated preferences,
Sit alone in the minds of those,
Already disappointed and negative!
And not conscious enough,
To know this is the life they've chosen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best To Be Prepared
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.
When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.
I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.
It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!
And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loving You Is A Dirty Job But Somebody's Got To Do It
(Jim Steinman)
Producer for Bonnie: Jim Steinman
Girl:
When the sky is falling and you're looking round for somewhere to hide
Did you ever call out to someone
Did you ever call out to me, I've never been gone-
I've been right here by your side
There ain't nothin' but clouds
There ain't nothin' but clouds in your eyes
Why don't you believe it when you finally found the truth
Youve been drinking poison water from the fountain of youth
Why don't you stop tearing up everyone you need the most
You're so busy trying to get even
You never even try to get close
I can't explain it away
It doesn't make any sense
To know what it's like
I guess you gotta go through it
It doesn't matter baby
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's gotta do it
Boy:
There were times when we'd never fake it
There were times when we'd always make it
There were times when we'd take it to the limit
And we'd never, never, ever leave each other alone
We were flesh and blood and bone
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all
(Alt Same)
Both:
There were times when we took our chances
There were times we were damn good dancers
There were times when we heard all the answers
In the beating of the drummer and the riches of the rock and the roll
I can see right through your soul
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all
Boy:
If your fears could only be forgotten
We could pull all of the barriers down
Would you follow your dreams' desire
Would you follow your secret dreams and forbidden fire
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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How many times has God died for me?
HOW MANY TIMES HAS GOD DIED FOR ME?
How many times has God died for me?
Yes, he’s died
And time and time again
As I’ve written in my book
How many times has God died for me?
How many times has God died for me?
A useful if cryptic phrase
Nietzsche coined in the 19th century
“When Zarathustra was alone, however,
he said to his heart:
'Could it be possible!
This old saint in the forest
hath not yet heard of it,
that God is dead! '
How many times has God died for me?
Each time I’ve had a paradigm shift
In my theological perspective
The God I had died and was replaced
Not by no God but a new God
How many times has God died for me?
A new God but still my God
The product of my heart and my head
A bit less Trinitarian
A bit closer to my own self
How many times has God died for me?
Now he’s not up there nor out there
But in there, a personal creation
Adaptable and changing with circumstances
According to my living, according to my reading.
How many times has God died for me?
I have no room for a God who is exclusive
I have no room for a God who is dogmatic
I have no room for a God, who is sexist,
Racist, anti-gay and British.
How many times has God died for me?
Yes God, my God, needed to die
And be reborn, reinvented
In a more user-friendly package.
So to make God more like me is to make God more PC!
How many times has God died for me?
Till God has become indistinguishable from me
God close to me, God in me
An undying God-sense
A God made to fit every circumstance
A God made to fit every mood
That God will never die for me
Even when I die I pray he will accompany me
The undying God
Who never died on Calvary
Who never died with Nietzsche.
©2009
James Hart
poem by James Hart
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Hit My Head
I'm not too big a fan of beer but I need a drink
If I smoked I could use a zip now I'm on the brink
I've been all geared up now for how long I don't know
I need to slow myself down somewhat it's been so long
So all I do is staring at my ceiling where the rain keeps coming in
I seem unable to relax don't know how to begin
Should I just lay down and close my eyes and pretend that I am dead
I need some help to float away would you please hit my damn head
I need some help to float away would you please hit my damn head
Hit my head
I never took no drugs I guess I'm just not the type
That maharishi-guy was never quite mine I was chose to bye the hype
Cosmic yoghurt and Jesus Christ was never my cup of tea
Sure thing girls are much great fun but at times they are probably best let be
So still I keep on staring...
I need some help to float away...
Hit my head
I need some help to float away...
Hit my head ::
song performed by by Quorthon
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Answered Prayers?
... my day continues
after stopping for a burger,
fries and a coke
I drive to the nearest bookstore
and purchase
three new books
in Chile
they are picking out bodies
out of earthquake rubble
the west coast and Hawaii braces
for a string of tsunamis
my day continues
in Afghanistan yesterday
seventeen died
in a car bombing spree
I walk across the parking lot
enter my car
share the rest my fries with my dog
rub his ears, kiss his head
my day continues
like a disinterested god
I go on with my day
as others die
the rest of the world
always goes on
with its day
and we expect answered prayers?
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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That Is All That Matters
I don't have expectations to be loved.
I don't dwell on the reception of it!
I have have it.
I give it.
And it is there to share.
I don't have expectations to be loved.
I do expect to be respected.
I don't accept disrespect at all.
That is one thing,
I don't have.
To give.
And it is not here as a thought either.
I don't have expectations to be loved.
If it is returned as it is given...
That's it.
I have no other preferences,
With requirements.
Nor do I sit,
To question love one bit!
I know it!
And that is all that matters!
With or without,
Someone to share it with.
It will be there...
Inside and recognized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hump For Fun
I'm not too big a fan of beer but I need a drink
If I smoked I could use a zip now I'm on the brink
I've been all geared up now for how long I don't know
I need to slow myself down somewhat it's been so long
So all I do is staring at my ceiling where the rain keeps coming in
I seem unable to relax don't know how to begin
Should I just lay down and close my eyes and pretend that I am dead
I need some help to float away would you please hit my damn head
I need some help to float away would you please hit my damn head
Hit my head
I never took no drugs I guess I'm just not the type
That maharishi-guy was never quite mine I was chose to bye the hype
Cosmic yoghurt and Jesus Christ was never my cup of tea
Sure thing girls are much great fun but at times they are probably best let be
So still I keep on staring...
I need some help to float away...
Hit my head
song performed by by Quorthon
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The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Loving You's A Dirty Job But Somebody's Gotta Do It
(jim steinman)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
Girl:
When the sky is falling and you're looking round for somewhere to hide
Did you ever call out to someone
Did you ever call out to me, i've never been gone-
I've been right here by your side
There ain't nothin' but clouds
There ain't nothin' but clouds in your eyes
Why don't you believe it when you finally found the truth
Youve been drinking poison water from the fountain of youth
Why don't you stop tearing up everyone you need the most
You're so busy trying to get even
You never even try to get close
I can't explain it away
It doesn't make any sense
To know what it's like
I guess you gotta go through it
It doesn't matter baby
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's gotta do it
Boy:
There were times when we'd never fake it
There were times when we'd always make it
There were times when we'd take it to the limit
And we'd never, never, ever leave each other alone
We were flesh and blood and bone
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all
(alt/ same)
Both:
There were times when we took our chances
There were times we were damn good dancers
There were times when we heard all the answers
In the beating of the drummer and the riches of the rock and the roll
I can see right through your soul
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all
Boy:
If your fears could only be forgotten
We could pull all of the barriers down
Would you follow your dreams' desire
Would you follow your secret dreams and forbidden fire
Let's just peel out of this town
Both:
It's been nothing but dreams
It's been nothing but dreams until now
Boy:
You're never gonna see it
Both:
You got your head stuck in the sand
Boy:
It's the land of the free and easy street
Girl:
It's the home of the damned
Boy:
You're never gonna see it
Both:
You better open up your eyes
Girl:
You're the only one who's left-
Both:
Who's gonna believe all your lies
Boy:
I can't explain it away
It doesn't make any sense
Both:
To know what it's like
I guess you gotta go through it
It doesn't matter baby
Girl:
Loving you's a dirty job
But somebody's gotta do it
Boy:
There were times when our bodies glistened
There were times that we can't stop missing
There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen
Both:
To the pounding, pounding chorus of our desperate hearts
Nothing could have torn us apart
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all
Girl:
There were times when we fought like tigers
There were times we were damn good liars
Boy:
There were times we extinguished every fire
Both:
That was burning, burning, burning up each other alive
From the heavens on down to the dives
There were times we lost it all we lost it all
There were times we lost it all we lost it all
There were times when we fought like tigers
There were times we were damn good liars
Both:
There were times when our bodies glistened
There were times that we can't stop missing
There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen
To the pounding, pounding chorus of our desperate hearts
Nothing could have torn us apart
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Fresh Tidbits
I wouldn't call them preferences.
That's too severe!
I would call them 'fresh tidbits'!
Anything that adapts to adjustments made,
To my ever changing fantasies.
Preferences are too unstable,
And subject to scrutiny!
Don't you think?
'You're a 'tiddlywinker'...
And I'm more into dominoes'.
As if 'that' should make sense? !
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Times
There are times
when life goes topsy-turvy.
There are times
when we are full of dismay.
There are times
when pebbles dropped in water
can be felt across the bay.
There are times
when life gets a little crazy
and we know not which way to turn.
There are times
when everything is rosy
and in everyone’s life, there is sunshine.
There are times
when you feel lazy
and want the world to roll on by.
There are times
your world is filled with laughter.
There are times
when you want to
just sit down and cry.
There is a time for everything
and it will happen when it wants to.
We can only live from day to day
and take these times when they happen.
11 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Back When
Dont you remember the fizz in a pepper .
Penuts in a bottle at ten, two, and four.
A fried bologna sandwitch with mayo and tamata, sittin around
the table dont happen much anymore.
We gotten to complicated, its all way overrated, I like old and outdated
way of life.
Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crakes what you were doing when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that , well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I loved my records, black shiny vinyle
clikes, pops, and white noise man they sounded fine.
I had my favorite stations the ones that played them all.
country, soul, and rockin roll what happend to thouse times.
I'm reading street slang for dummies cause they put pop in my country.
I want more for my money, the way it was back then
When a hoe was hoe
Coke was a coke
And cracks what you were doing when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that, well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
Give me a flat top for strummin
I want the whole world to be hummin
Just keep it comin, the way it was back then
When a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crakes what you were doing when you were crackin jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that, well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Supersize My Life
hamburgers, fries, tacos
pizza, soda, nachos
supersize it all
make me as wide as i am tall
candy, popcorn, cake
homemade cookies bake
supersize it all
make me as wide as i am tall
supersize my life, my house, my car
make it easy, dont want to have to walk to far
supersize my food
i'll supersize your wallet
supersize, make it extra large
or whatever you want to call it
doctors, lawyers, corporations
together we can make a lot of people rich
diet companies, tv, gyms, restaurants
SUPERSIZE MY FOOD NOW, BITCH!
p.s.no offense meant for anyone
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Snake Dinner
A snake dinner anyone?
Now, don’t go shakin’ your head
You just might really like it
Not necessarily something to dread
I’ve heard snake is delicious
And there are lots that you can do
To spark and spruce it right up
Whatever works for you
Pour on catsup perhaps?
Or a little bit of red wine?
Mustard or hot sauce?
Whatever you like is fine
Maybe braised or broiled
Or sautéed right in a pan
Add veggies perhaps for stew
Whatever you have on hand
I’d imagine they’re like frog legs
They say frogs taste like chicken
All crispy and deep fried
Hey, it really sounds finger lickin’
So, I’ll tell you what I’ll do
I’m gonna head out very soon
If I get a chance I’ll try some snake
You might sing a different tune!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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