Look Around Up And Then Down
Sad? Feeling bad?
Why?
Who picked and selected,
All that you now have?
Look around.
Up and then down.
Look inside.
And then out.
What is it about your life...
You did not approve?
And then ask yourself this...
Who did?
And,
Where were you?
In a state of unconsciousness,
Accusing?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Uproot With A Moving Somewhere Else
I thought it foolish that I should move,
To find success or expect an acceptance.
Especially when I had the confidence,
In my choice to do what I did at my best,
Could and woudn't be better expressed...
If in another environment I selected.
Or become more impressive,
To those believing they should approve.
I knew too early I was not the one stupid,
To do what I did to prove others to be fools...
To uproot with a moving somewhere else just to do.
When inside of anyone they are born with the tools.
And wherever they go those same tools can be used.
It just depends on which ones are picked.
With a determination to remain devoted and not to quit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song
FOR her gait, if she be walking;
Be she sitting, I desire her
For her state's sake; and admire her
For her wit if she be talking;
Gait and state and wit approve her;
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her
For a modest. Be she merry,
For a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly, everything doth lend her
So much grace, and so approve her,
That for everything I love her.
poem by William Browne
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State Of Mind
You don't need to hang around
You don't need to talk right now
Gotta feeling, it's a mistake
Gotta feeling, it's gonna break
Some days, sometimes just don't feel right
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
All I need is to breathe
All I need is to believe
Gotta have it, now I know
Gotta have it, take it slow
Some days, sometimes it just goes right
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
Ahhh
Too hot to touch (Yeah)
Ahhh
(It's my state of mind)
Driving you wild
(I was driving you wild)
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
You know it's just a state of mind
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Proclaiming Preferences
Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?
One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!
They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.
It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.
Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.
Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.
'What's the matter?
You look upset.'
~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~
'Selected and picked?
For what? '
~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~
'What are they doing? '
~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~
'What are you talking about? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Selected What It Was To Be Picked?
The one thing I dislike,
About those who say...
They don't have what they want.
Or have things their way!
When they always seem to be surrounded,
By what exists as they sit to complain about it!
These are my questions...
Who selected what it was to be picked?
And in the picking done...
How many were witnessed,
To be unconscious of this?
And no one wants to admit...
They chose with eyes opened,
The path selected and the consequences.
Unless that too was done,
With an overdoing of pretentiousness.
Many love in the doing but can't remember it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconsciousness Rules
You dance at the discotheque
Thats why you look such a wreck
Your face is pale you look drawn
Your clothes are dirty and torn
Youve got that look in your eyes that says
Youre half alive and youre lost inside
Meanwhile youre back in your cage
Egod out on the stage
Where the unconsciousness rules
Youve got yourself in a bind
You dont know how to unwind
Your senses unsatisfied
Take you along on a ride
Youve got a way and a stance that says
Youll dance the pants off of everyone
Then you go back on the floor
You got to get through the door
Where the unconsciousness rules.
Youve lost a screw in your head
It shows the way youre led
Blind leading the blind
Nothing can stand in your way
Youre living day after day
Where the unconsciousness rules.
song performed by by George Harrison
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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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Trust. Not.
Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
Trust.
Not.
Anyone who comes to you,
With news they think you will approve.
Don't ride a lie,
Others drive.
To use you as their alibi,
To bring you down demoralized.
Don't scandalize,
Or compromise.
Or hide your eyes to try to hide,
From those who patronize their lives...
In lies.
To deny,
What they do.
Since it's you...
Who'll be used,
And screwed.
Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
Trust.
Not.
Anyone who comes to you,
With news they think you will approve.
Just to see what you will do.
Like other folks they've trick and fooled,
Too.
And now it's you,
They wanna do.
Don't ride a lie,
Others drive.
To use you as their alibi,
To bring you down demoralized.
Refuse to be a fool,
And from them leave.
Ignore their pleas.
From them leave!
Leave them desperate.
And on their knees.
Trust.
Not.
Anything somebody says,
To plant and keep inside your head.
Trust.
Not.
Anyone who comes to you,
With news they think you will approve.
Like fools will do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I'm Feeling Inside
What I'm feeling inside is anger.
From listening to the words of a stranger.
What I'm feeling inside is depression.
Now I'm building up a high tension.
What I'm feeling inside isn't nice.
I want to rip out somebody's eyes.
What I'm feeling insde is a mess.
I just might cause someones death.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Buried alive
Inside that feeling of depression..........
It's not just a silly superstiotion...........
It's hard to make this confession........
I'm buried alive.................
I believe that no one can help me to survive.............................
I'm sick of this pathetic life...............
and i think it's all based on a horrible big lie..................
still there..laying there
inside that fearful place.....
where a feeling of death hung upon the air..........
oh god this's so unfair.............
my life has become an abhorrent endless nightmare................
inside that gloomy place..
where every thing is dark and..........
and the sun will never shine upon my pale face................
oh god how can i get rid of all these choking scares? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
how can i get out of this frightening place............
so hard to get rid of the weight of thise feeling laying inside my brittle poor heart...........
this feeling of depression it makes me fall apart..........
Good Times
Something has stuck in underneath my skin
Eyes all looking in for something within
Somewhere in here
Now everything I say gives this all away
Senses deadened again
Nothing lives today
Not in here
Here in your head
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
Felt that I belonged
And now I feel that gone
Where it all went wrong
I traced it all along
Back here again
There was something calling me to negativity
Dark covering me
Shrouding every scene Im cast in
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
Careful when you're feeling out of your mind
You should try to remember the strong lines in the spotlight
Until you're feeling alright
Please answer
Im calling just to find out
If you could be there for me when I crack
The answer came
I found it buried in the trash there
I saw it stare
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
Careful when you're feeling out of your mind
You should try to remember the strong lines in the spotlight
Until you're feeling alright
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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Its You
I look inside my crystal ball of desire
And know why rapid beats my heart
I see the spark, I feel the flame of the fire
Letting me know love wants to start
No more playing around
No more waiting around for the special one to come
No more wearing a frown
No more tears coming down cause I know what I want
And I want what I know
Is you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I woul have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you (harmonica solo)
I look behind and what I sight is the mire
So very lonely was my heart
I look ahead I hear the sound of the choir
Singing that love will never part
No more hearing the sound of the rain coming down
No more I cant see the sun
No more hurting for fun cause the moment has come
When I know what I want
And I want what I know
Is you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you
cause baby
Its you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you
cause baby
Its you
Nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre the angel sent from heaven above
Its you, nobody has to tell me so
Its you, youre that angel sent from heaven above for me
(background-me for you and you for me)
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited my life would be undone
If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one
If only I had not waited for you
cause baby its you
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Ambivalence
A= a feeling i have about you my angel... im sorry that it goes both ways..
M=making me go crazy this feeling makes me go crazy!
B=but i do regret feeling this way about you i hate my indecision
I= I cant live without out you my angel in spite of this feeling
V= vertigo, thats what its like in this feeling
A= a personal, self- made death, is what too much of this can cause
L=lie, thats what this feeling will cause me to do
E= excellent, is the opposite of how i feel in my state of
N= non-decisive is how i am in this state of
C=curdling, will be my scream when this kills me
E= enthralled, is another antithesis of how i feel when i become
ambivalence don't know what it means look it up
because its how i feel its become who i am
its become more like me than me
poem by David Knox
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Faith
Faith kept me happy
when I was feeling lonely
she would dry my tears
nights that I would cry
giving up on hope buried inside
feeling I was here all alone
Faith always kept me company
Faith kept me moving on
through all these years
when I was lost deep in despair
she showed me how to fly
with a broken wing
through an endless sky
when I couldn't see
Faith was always there
Faith picked me up again
when I let myself fall
and felt everything inside me that died
she showed me days that were never gone
swear I heard the Angel's sing
I could hear them call
as she took away the pain
Faith was always shelter from the rain
(Spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Embarrasses Immediately Upon Recognition
I hear the selfishness.
The feeding of greed seen.
And observe I do,
The self righteous obsessiveness.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
Without feeling the guilt,
Of a mind that has been programmed to betray.
Prior to being shakened abruptly awake.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still to Show an Afterglow
Through the meadow swift.
With picked twigs and fresh selected sticks...
We run.
Having fun,
Under moss green sunlit trees.
Young!
And full of 'come-and-get-me' glee.
We played in times lasting forever then.
Back when her tresses flowed...
As we played hide 'n seek,
With agreeing youth peaking.
Feeling the magic,
Of a blooming Spring season...
Free as breezes.
Teasing to go!
To leave us sparkling,
As blossoms bright...
Still to show an afterglow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Selected Me For Your Trip?
You've selected me for your trip?
As if I'm going to make that easy,
For you to sit and do that with.
I don't know if I should be suspicious,
Or flattered by it all.
Whether or not I should take the scenic view...
Or leave you feeling quite appalled!
You've selected me for your trip?
Would you wish to reconsider,
Your decision to do this?
You must be out for adventure?
And someone told you I could provide?
But let me warn you before you strap in...
The roads I prefer to take,
Will shake you up a bit...
And offer a bumpy ride.
I'm use to it.
Although it's not detected,
In the smoothness of my glide.
You've selected me for your trip?
And even though I am amused by it.
I will suggest you research a bit.
Because what you think will be a common undertaking...
Might actually leave you vomiting in fits!
In a heartbreaking display.
And I may enjoy the act of getting you sick.
If you keep determined,
I am the one to provide your fun...
Before you have a chance,
To go away...
Run!
Okay...
Ready?
Enjoy!
'You are mad! '
Please...
Do not begin with flattery!
I am more accustomed to the sounds of screams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like An Odyssey
Your modesty has started,
And it's something I now feel...
Comes from your heart.
Deep it is and it is real.
I hope it never will depart.
Congratulations.
You should be elated.
Congratulations.
You should celebrate.
Congratualtions,
Not everyone can state it...
That they have now arrived,
with this feeling felt inside.
It's like an odyssey!
when a modesty gets started.
Just like an odyssey...
One takes to never leave.
It's like an odyssey.
Your modesty.
Congratulations.
You should be elated.
And...
Congratulations.
You should celebrate this.
And...
Congratualtions,
Not everyone can state...
That they have now arrived,
with this feeling felt inside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad State Of Affairs
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you start to loose your friends
No one there to show they care
You even miss them driving you round the bend
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your ego is your compadre
He whispers in your ear 'you’re right and fair
You don’t need them, pay attention to what I say'
It’s a sad state of affairs
To know your smarter then those around you
What’s the point me going to your lair?
You speak nonsense but to you it sounds true
It’s a sad state of affairs
To have nothing going on in your life
Inside you’re dying to get up off the chair
But lack of motivation is your new strife
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you can’t even pay your bills
But to be honest do you even care?
Give me alcohol, shrooms and more pills
It’s a sad state of affairs
To not remember the years growing up
Except the fights between your family and your frère
Makes you think 'I could jump into that slowing truck'
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your writing is what you confide in
Teenage angst mixed with an adults raging stare
On this mountain of life I see people climbing
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you realise you’re the one slipping and sliding
poem by Kaspa Richards
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