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Looked upon and judged by its cover

I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
I have been that one discussed.
As if my feelings did not exist.
And I was a novelty someone made up.

I have been that book!
Criticized and disrespected.
Character assassinated and defamed.
And when it is discovered,
I am an actual human being...
With feelings to claim and sentiments remembered.
I get looks from my head to my feet.
As if it is totally disbelieved I can walk and talk,
Without the aid of batteries!

I have at times offended those who say I am acting.
Those who have no idea at all...
What that profession is or what it takes,
As to what makes me tick or who it is I am.
Since I am not what it is they have created.

And...
Most them have to be illiterate,
Or caring less that they're just ignorant.
Since I regard myself an easy read!
That's if 'whoever' it is,
Chooses to listen to me...
Instead of what someone else,
Has heard from gossip and whispered to you...
What is they've been led to believe.

And I am not one afraid to give 'image'.
I will give image in a minute if controversy is in it!
I was born into the process of creativity.
I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
But there is so much inside that drives and motivates.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Cant Judge A Book

You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
When I was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said I tried my best to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
Then I left school and moved around
And what I saw and what I found
Made me remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
And now I think, by now Id know, that what appears is not always so
And I remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Hidden Labels Hidden Profits

So many labels so many
not what they claim to be.
A book also is not always
to be taken at face value.
A book judged by cover may
not be what it seems to be.

Smugglers charlatans
know well plied secrets
of false profit identity.
Since time immemorial
quick profits have been
made upon false realities.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Black Widow Bride

He looked into her eyes, and asked her why she was so engrossed in the book, instead of him.
The young bride, upon her wedding bed replied, 'to read a book, is to step into a world beyond the ordinary.
You open a world where imagination, fantasy, and even pain become one with you.
You can feel as though you are a part of the world in which you have magically fallen into.
It has accepted, and possessed you in every way.
Your mind can take you anyplace, anywhere, at anytime.
You can become one with the Medieval period, romantic fantasy, comical adventure, and total horrific terror.
So grab a book, and live the life you've only now have been dreaming about. She looked at her now sleeping husband, turned the cover of her book over, and thought about how much he looked like the dashing man on the cover of her romantic adventure book.
She kissed him upon his forehead, and plunged the knife deep into his flesh.

poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Mr. Alphabet Says

Here comes the book
The book of rules
If you play this game
You won't stay the same
You could win your golden teeth
Be a spinning top
Use a riding crop
Mr alphabet says
"smile like a weasel
As i cover you...
Cover you in treacle"
We all know impatience
Is a sin..so do as you're
Told to do, it's so rewarding to...
And you could win the tin man's heart
Be a chiming clock
Lie on the chopping block
Mr. alphabet says
"give me all your money
Just to cover you
Cover you in honey"
Don't be afraid
There's no marmalade
Don't be afraid
I wouldn't even dream of it!

song performed by by Cure
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Judged By Just Looking At Its Cover

Do you see that book they are reading,
From beginning to end.
With an intention to absorb something,
From it.
That is the same book,
You judged by just looking at its cover.
And they are the ones discovering,
A more meaning from a life...
You have come to despise.

'You haven't read it either.
Or you wouldn't be here talking to me.'

I see. So quick you are,
To base your opinions on appearances.
I'll leave you with this...
If your head wasn't filled with assumptions,
You would realize...
It doesn't matter where you are,
When making a decision to do what it is you wish.
Instead of trying to impress,
From a point of view that is limited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I read a book

I read a book
Not to enhance my looks

I read a book
Maybe to avoid being a crook

I read a book
Not just to learn how to cook

I read a book
To ascertain how to defend my rights
Not just to acquire knowledge
Reading a book I pledge,
Is one of the roads to the light

I read a book
To understand how a kings territory
Is defended with pieces such as the rook

I read a book
So there will be no questions asked
When I count correctly what you took

I read a book
So that I play not ignorant
Now on life I’ve a different outlook

I read a book
So if I come up with all the right answers
I will know for sure it is not merely a fluke

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Open Book's Monologue Part 3: My Lie

Maybe a lie was told
Believed by all of you now old
If you read the open book
You'd see
The words 'I care nothing about how someone might look'
When searching for love for that girl that I want with me
Remember that and pay attention when the open book says looks are not
An issue
But realizing the lie, this book will need a strong tissue
For, the book will cry
And need support, no spine
Because if I care nothing about looks
Why do I want (maybe crave) to hold her or share a kiss?
How can this
Be true? Why does that matter? It should not!
I should be content with talking....feelings....not if she is hot
I tell myself if she is hot, such things matter to me not
But if that's true why do I want to hug or touch?
Why do I want the physical contact and such
How can I reconcile my claim, when once before
I loved a girl only for how she looked and that made her perfect
Without defect
How can I trust myself after that am I not something to abhor?
What can you do when a book you read does lie
That is the case with this open book, crafty and sly
I can't trust myself, but who else knows how I feel, who knows
Where my heart goes
And to where does it belong?
O how I long for the completion of love and affection
But how can I have that, when I can't handle it, I'm not mature
Plagued by imperfection
The flaw of my nature
What do I love? And what do I love about you?
But also if what I say even to myself can be a lie then just who
Just..... just who am I? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

poem by David Knox
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Read The Book

Dolce said to read the book.
Don’t skip any pages though,
Lizzy; I want you to read it
From cover to cover. Ok lover,
You said and examined the
Book’s covers; the hard leather,
The well sewn pages. You knew
He wrote it without his name on
The spine with the title. It was
As he spoke, the words flowing
Across the page, the meaning
Carried on and over and into
Your head. You stopped on page
Nine; he’d written about the night
He’d screwed you five times, although
No name was mentioned, you knew
It was you. Even the bed and room
Were as it had been, written right
Down to the creaking springs and
The man next door banging on the
Wall with his darn shoe. You read on
Carrying that image with you, the way
He’d caught it all with the right words,
Hammered that night right home like
Some crucified butterfly onto the page
And into your head. You paused at page
Twelve. Some paragraph about some
Lark in the bushes in the park after dark.
That didn’t ring true, at least not with you.
Who was the woman? Who was the screw?
You closed up the book; refused to look
Or read anymore; you wondered who it
Was he’d had that night in the bushes
Beneath the moonlight. Maybe it was just
Poetic licence made up to make it sell well
And the cash machines ring loud and true.
But the bitch in the bushes wasn’t you.

poem by Terry Collett
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To Be Somebody's Hero

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.

Those who get a whiff of this,
Try to hide their blemishes.
And flaws they cover to dismiss,
A heart that wishes to please.

And...
Alone they seek to be.
Eventually.

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.

It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
Yeah.

No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
And,
At times they can get deeper.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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...Taken Due...

Inside torture
Appearing - between disposed legs
Covered with blood
Bloody gift from nature
Torpid brain won't give any tears
But other will listen to the mother's scream
Something died inside her
Before she wanted to
Andnow has been lying...spat
-Taken with bloody hands -
Anemic system made nothingness
Foggy image and sleepy visions
-My baby...my...give it back...- back...
Going away somewhere deformed image
Clumsy bright person coming revolves in rooms
Looking for a terrible image of memory
Bottomless sigh (showing no feelings)
Which earlier was burning with bright
-Remembered the baby
...And that king wants to recove...
Murdering new-born creature
Restored the vision of the bird
And now squatted in the corner
Spasmodically holding
Piece of taken due

song performed by by Yattering
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Behind The Lines

(banks/collins/rutherford)
I held the book so tightly in my hands,
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
It was strange I could not look away
I had to be there, I wanted to go
You gave me no reason
You gave me no warning
But I was with you,
By your side
Give me the strength, so I can help you
And I can be strong now, they dont frighten me
Its written in the book
The sun is hotter than before
But inside its cold, I wonder why
But if the fire within your heart can beat the storm
Well I believe we can make it right
Its time now
To show our feelings
Looking through you
Your hearts empty
Whatever happened to you, you cant change it,
Nowhere to run to, please, oh please dont let me down
But wait a minute I dont understand
Its getting stronger, hold my hand
Dont want to leave you I dont want to go
But Im a losing all control
Cant you see me Im slipping away
I can only stay if youve the will to keep me here
Oh lord
Its written in the book
I held the book so tightly in my hands
Saw your picture, heard you call my name
Oh, and even though we never, never touched
I keep waiting for you just the same
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la...

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Behind The Lines

I held the book so tightly in my hands,
I saw your picture, heard you call my name
There was something strange, I could not look away
I wanted to be there, I wanted to go
You gave me no warning
You gave no reason
But I was with you
Right by your side
Just give me the strength, and I will help you
And they can try their hardest, cos they dont frighten me
It is written in the book
It is hotter than Ive known before, but I feel so cold, and I dont
Know why
But if the fire within your heart can beat the storm
Then I really believe, you could make it right
Ooh the time has come now
We must show our feelings
But Im looking right through you
And your heart is empty
Whatever happened to you its too late to change now
Theres nowhere you can run to, no place to hide
Ah you let me down!
...but wait a minute, I dont understand
Its getting stronger, so grab my hand
Dont wanna leave you, dont wanna go
But Im losing all control
Cant you see me? Im slipping away
I can only stay if youve the will to keep me here
It is written in the book
Oh so many times since Ive read those words
Just waiting to see you, can you see me?

song performed by by Genesis
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The first function of a book review should be, I believe, to give some idea of the contents and character of the book.

quote by Walter Kaufmann
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Why.............?

The American book of 'why',
The Asian book of 'why',
The European book of 'why',
The African book of 'why',
The Australian book of 'why',
The most asked question in the valley of world events;
Especially when one explodes a bomb!

The Christian book of 'why',
The Muslim book of 'why',
The Jewish book of 'why',
The Hindu book of 'why',
The Krishna book of 'why',
lLife is like the yeast which makes the bread rise;
But, the writer always has his or her own mind.

The Pagan book of 'why',
The Buddhist book of 'why',
The Protestant book of 'why',
The Confucian book of 'why',
To all life's aspects with the remaining books of 'why';
Poetry is the literature that muses with the mind.

Shall the trumpet be blown in the city and,
The people will not be afraid?
Seven bulls and seven rams,
I am the planted tree by the rivers of waters.
I am very young in years but,
The word 'why' is the question that goes around easily.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love Is A Miracle

Oh sweet love my heart is filled
with just the thought of you.
I don't have to see you to feel this way
for my memories take me to
the times we looked and saw our eyes
of love changing places.
Your eyes on mine, mine on yours
with smiles on both our faces.

There's nothing like this feeling
that I would ever change.
All because before these things
life was cold and strange.
But what's really strange is knowing
that I've been living a lie.
I kept my feelings hidden on a shelf
where they started to die.

But miracles sometimes begin to appear
and silently come into view.
My miracle occurred when that shelved book
was opened and inside the book was you.
You were all wrapped up like I remembered
and I realized love can't die.
It just waits patiently to come alive
and doesn't need to know why?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Concealment And Covering

you conceal so many things
for so many reasons
you cover them
for so many ratiocinations

you cover you cup of coffee
so it may not get cold that easily

in the same manner you cover your cooking pot
so it may get hot earlier and at least fuel

you cover your ears perhaps because there's so much noise
you cover your head because it may be so hot or there may be rain

you cover your book to protect it from stains
you cover your furnitures because there is so much dust

you cover your body, your heart, your mind
for so many reasons

to each his own because we want to survive we want to live
we want to be just left to ourselves in our chosen privacies

no one has ever said that survival is a crime, a sin, a wrong,
it is the most fitting thing to do, and you must do it too.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bring Me To The Power

(anderson/howe)
This day began the matrix of the real world thinking
This way is meant to surface through the net
This train is set to mystify
This day began the history of the future
This train is set to justify
Whether youre ready or not
This day is of the meeting now
If they dont give us the keys
How are we supposed to get ready?
If they dont give us the keys
How are we to survive?
Cover me up and bring me to the power
Cover me up and bring me to the power
Cover me up and bring me to the power
All I know is all I want to give you
Cover me up me -? - to the fire
Cover me up get closer to the power
Cover me up get closer to the power
Cover me up get closer now
Cover me up get closer to the power
Got talk got talk
Got talk got talk
Revelation
Got talk revelation
Got got talk got talk
Revelation
If they dont give them the keys
If we dont give them the keys
How are they supposed to be ready?
If we dont give them the keys
How are they to devine?
If we dont give them the keys
How are they supposed to be ready?
If we dont give them the keys
How are they to survive?
Cover me up and bring me to the power
(cover me up get closer to the power)
Cover me up and bring me revelation
If we dont give them the keys
How are they supposed to be ready?
If you dont give them the keys
How are they to survive?
The power of love can open
Every heart in everyone
Minute by minute

song performed by by Yes
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Bring Me To The Power

(anderson/howe)
This day began the matrix of the real world thinking
This way is meant to surface through the net
This train is set to mystify
This day began the history of the future
This train is set to justify
Whether youre ready or not
This day is of the meeting now
If they dont give us the keys
How are we supposed to get ready?
If they dont give us the keys
How are we to survive?
Cover me up and bring me to the power
Cover me up and bring me to the power
Cover me up and bring me to the power
All I know is all I want to give you
Cover me up me -? - to the fire
Cover me up get closer to the power
Cover me up get closer to the power
Cover me up get closer now
Cover me up get closer to the power
Got talk got talk
Got talk got talk
Revelation
Got talk revelation
Got got talk got talk
Revelation
If they dont give them the keys
If we dont give them the keys
How are they supposed to be ready?
If we dont give them the keys
How are they to devine?
If we dont give them the keys
How are they supposed to be ready?
If we dont give them the keys
How are they to survive?
Cover me up and bring me to the power
(cover me up get closer to the power)
Cover me up and bring me revelation
If we dont give them the keys
How are they supposed to be ready?
If you dont give them the keys
How are they to survive?
The power of love can open
Every heart in everyone
Minute by minute

song performed by by Yes
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Based Upon Assumptions

It is not advantageous,
To judge a book by its cover.
Or quote what is stated from its pages,
From others illiterately connected to life.
Nor can they comprehend,
Content, purpose or meaning of relationships.

It is not advantageous,
To repeat what one has heard.
Or gossip when there is an absence of fact.
Allowing oneself to participate,
In the spreading lies to then apologize with alibis.
Regret one day will be attached to that.

Oh...
This makes for an awful reading of someone,
Discovered to be much different...
Than what one expects or has been told.
How can anyone erase what false lips unfold.

This becomes a difficult situation,
Especially if that 'someone' knows...
Who has played an instrumental role,
In making active attempts to defame...
And character assassinate one's identity.
One earned to claim with a name that gains influence.
To become slimed and shamed,
By those feeding an increasing of ignorance.
Based upon assumptions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ocean Size

Yeah ah, Yeah
Yeah ah, yeah
I never wanted
I never needed anything but you
Or any dreams come true
I never wished for
I never asked for all your little games
Or all your guilted shame
Now you're acting like you just don't care
Like you could find this one anywhere
It isn't fair
My life is an open book
My feelings and my meanings
Are oceansized
Long before i ever met you
Yeah, my feelings and my meanings
Are oceansized
Long before i ever met you
So now i'm asking to what had happened
To all the words you said
Well now you want me dead
If you were made for
The thing you stayed for
All that time ago
Now you're acting like you lost a friend
Like we were only pretend
Is this the end
Cuz my life is an open book
My feelings and my meanings
Are oceansized
Long before i ever met you
Yeah, my feelings and my meanings
Are oceansized
Long before i ever met you
(long before i ever met you)
Long before i ever met you
I wanted to take back my life
Cuz i gave it all to you
I just want to make it right
So i'm waiting on you
Yeah i'm waiting on you
My feelings and my meanings
Are oceansized
Long before i ever met you
Yeah, my feelings and my meanings
Are oceansized
Long before i ever met you

song performed by by Goldfinger
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