Medicated Head
It seems more than not,
That something blown out of the box...
Starts over nothing.
To leave one's peace disrupted.
And people deciding that conflicts fit,
With an advantage that provides benefits.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
With a medicated head that's ripped.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
Pretending none of this exists.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
Drifting high and strickly blissed...
With,
A medicated head instead.
And...
Playing possum as if dead.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
With a medicated head instead.
Can one's life be lived enjoyed...
Playing possum as if one's dead.
Ripped and blissed...
Can a medicated head stay fed.
To be,
Ripped and blissed...
Will a medicated head wish no repair.
It seems more than not,
That something blown out of the box...
Starts over nothing.
To leave one's peace disrupted.
And people deciding that conflicts fit,
With an advantage that provides benefits.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
With a medicated head that's ripped.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
Pretending none of this exists.
To be,
Ripped and blissed...
Will a medicated head really care.
To be,
Ripped up and blissed...
Will a medicated head prefer to stay there.
Ripped up and blissed!
To be...
Ripped and blissed!
To be...
Ripped up and blissed!
Will a medicated head wanting it right there.
Ripped up and blissed!
To be...
Ripped and blissed!
To be...
Ripped up and blissed!
Will a medicated head stay there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inside My Head
Every time you think of me like your goddamn trophy
It just pushes me away
Pushes me away
I never said that I'd make you mine
Why do you insist on pushing all the time
I know it's not my vivid imagination
Telling you lies
Telling you lies
It's funny how you found the time
To expose yourself and be another one of these
Psychos all around me
Psychos all around me
Like to say my head's not right
My head's not right
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
I want to run away
And you says it's alright
I want to run away
Walk away
Just go
I think you're pushing, pushing
To seek and discover to notice you're different than all the rest
Kepp telling me to ask why
Would it really hurt you to leave me alone sometimes
To seek and discover your genius uncovered
Your pain
Nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Medicated aren't we all
Turn me into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
I want to run away
And you says it's alright
I want to run away
Pushing me away
Pushing me away
Pushing me away
Pushing me, pushing me
Pushing me
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
You do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Maybe it's not me
It's all inside my head
Maybe it's not me
It's all inside my head
And nothing's changing
It's all inside my head
And nothing's changing
It's all inside my head
song performed by by Orgy
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Time To Prepare
Ripped the happiness from me.
Ripped it out so unexpectedly.
Caught me off guard
Hurts twice as much.
I wish I could have seen it coming
Maybe then I would have some time,
To prepare for what was coming
5-27-06
poem by Brandi Young
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Don't Treat Me Evil
You may not,
Like what you've got.
But...
Even when you're medicated,
You can be evil.
You may not,
Like what you've got.
But...
Even when you're medicated,
You can be evil.
I don't want to be around you,
When you get evil.
I know you are ailing and you're sick,
But...
You can get evil.
I know you don't complain...
But when you do,
You're so evil.
I try to keep my patience,
But you keep being evil.
You may not,
Like what you've got.
But...
Even when you're medicated,
You can be evil.
I try to keep my patience,
But...
You can be evil.
I know you're feeling sick,
But do you have to be evil.
I know you're ill and feeling it.
But,
You can be evil.
Even when you're medicated,
You can be evil.
I know you're feeling sick,
But do you have to be evil.
I know you're ill and feeling it.
But don't treat me evil.
Don't treat me evil.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back Home
Don't know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone
And sometimes I need someone to say, "You'll be all right. What's on your mind?"
But the water's shallow here and I am full of fear, and empty handed after two long years
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it
Back home I always thought I wanted so much more, now I'm not too sure
Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone's there for me and feeling free
Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I'll be just fine
Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There's nothing real for them to see here
Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Back Home
Don't know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone
And sometimes I need someone to say, "You'll be all right. What's on your mind?"
But the water's shallow here and I am full of fear, and empty handed after two long years
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it
Back home I always thought I wanted so much more, now I'm not too sure
Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone's there for me and feeling free
Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I'll be just fine
Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There's nothing real for them to see here
Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
song performed by by Yellowcard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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High Ball Shooter
Well Im a rock and roll preacher
Not a sunday school teacher
You aint no shady lady
But I love the way you strut your stuff
Youre a snow queen looking mean
Tryin to make it on the scene
I guess you love it
cause I always see you hanging around
Youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
A magnet brought you to me
Told me your name was jo
You said you liked my music
And you really did enjoy the show
Now I wanna play piano
But my fingers dont agree
Theyre busy on you woman
And I feel your fingers workin on me
Youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
Its time to leave you honey
I know youre feeling sad
Dont you cry now baby
You know that only makes me mad
I see you everywhere I go
Every town and place
I cant recall your name
But I know I wont forget your sweet face
Youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
cause youre a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Desensitized
Clenching my teeth tight
My head is like a sponge
Give it to me free
I wanna get ripped off
And drown in the airwaves
Another fatal wreck
On the information highway
So go ahead and kill yourselves
It all amuses me
For I'll be damned to spend my life in hell
Another wise ingrate
Bring me blood and pain
Of a stranger's fate
Give it all away
Give it to me now
I'm desensitized
I wanna watch the bomb
Blow the masses high
I wanna get ripped off
And drown in the airwaves
Another fatal wreck
On the information highway
So go ahead and kill yourselves
It all amuses me
For I'll be damned to spend my life in hell
Another wise ingrate
Bring me blood and pain
Of a stranger's fate
Give it all away
I wanna get ripped off
And drown in the airwaves
Another fatal wreck
On the information highway
So go ahead and kill yourselves
It all amuses me
For I'll be damned to spend my life in hell
Another wise ingrate
song performed by by Green Day from Shenanigans
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Choke
Rev high
Bend low and free the dead word
When I stand up and feel the head burst
When I stand out Ill hold it under
When I stand down I wont be down for long
Remember why youre not along
You choke
You take the dive and wonder why
You never elevated
You swallow
Your sky is dry
Youre passing time alive
And medicated
A sublime death dream
Time gets to you like a lover
A broad side, full on dread
Gets to the one alone
It grabs you by the bone and swings
You up and all around
You choke
You take the dive and wonder why
You never elevated
You swallow
Your sky is dry
Youre passing time alive
And medicated
Youve run away from something sure
When you own your fear, feel undead
Feel undead and unlike anyone
Dont let it air out
Some will take it on the chin
I will meditate and know other lifetimes while the sum
Of almost every sorry will always find a way
Home and the way I long to love long and matter... live long in you
It doesnt matter
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Love for you
My heart is ripped
Right in half.
From the day I met you
I know I was in love.
I can never forget
The look in your eyes,
And they way
You made me laugh.
I could never
Love one like you,
But you let me
Love you anyhow.
We were never together,
As boyfriend or girlfriend.
We were simply friends
Of the best of nature.
I still love you
I want you to know
You ripped me in half
But it changes nothing
My love for you is
What you always have.
Even when Hannah goes away
You will still have my love to keep you warm
You can keep it
I don’t want it back
I love you
And you know it too.
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Pigeons at Glasgow.
Why there are so many crippled, walking and limping on the yard?
Why are their joints ripped off, missing one in the middle?
How is she lost half of her leg, balancing as a ballerina?
Did he step on the mine's head, in the battle field of Afghan?
They are neither the enemy nor the friendly soldiers,
They are neither the arrogant nor the cunning creatures,
They are neither the noisy nor the clumsy scavengers,
They are the beautiful and humble pigeons.
I saw these mutilated pigeons frolicking in the lobby,
Where thousands of people walk everyday without folly,
To catch a train at Glasgow railway station in UK,
These poor little birds are wandering picturesque.
Who hurt these misfortune birds?
I looked up at the ventilators,
Where the nails are nailed,
That ripped the claws and legs of the birds.
May God save the Queen and her subjects,
including these limping hungry birds.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Rain 8 Decay
In the land of Chaos -
Where the reaper creeps -
I fear her -
She needs to feed -
Ride she does -
Without the need of seed -
Black is her horse -
Flamed by the name -
Burned inverted to my head -
Rain 8 Decay -
I feel her approach -
By Demons -
By hidden -
Nightmares of screams -
She tears through my dreams -
By the wake of night -
Shadows with sight -
What is her pleasure -
My head ripped from the spine -
Blood is her treasure -
Death, she comes -
Unstoppable by measure
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Shanghai'd In Shanghai (US Version)
Standing on a corner in downtown L.A.
Waiting for the man to come along
She comes up to me and says "too bad, too sad"
You know that he's been dead and gone.
L.A. lady, kinda shady
She picked him up and took him home
I woke up groggy my sight was smoggy
And I knew that it had been blown
Early in the morning sitting in a hotel
Moscow's looking fine through the wine
Spaced out I crashed out
When the K.G.B. came on the line.
It's a cold one, bein' sent down
It's gotta be fifty below
Mama here's a postcard to let you know
I'm in a saltmine and looking for coal
Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed
Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon
But we're headed for a southern star
The captain says it's fine in Havana
This dude behind me needs a cigar.
He's a big one, he's got a big gun
I guess we better go along
Mister we've got a gig in Arizona
Second billing to the Rolling Stones
Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed
Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Laid low in 'Frisco
Done in and left behind for dead
song performed by by Nazareth
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Ravine
Have you heard, have you heard?
About this girl who was ripped up by her roots
Have you heard, what she learned?
Like humility - you win when you lose
I have learned, I have learned
The most horrifying nights have an end
I was hurt, I was lost
In the dark I found a way to a friend
I am standing here in my ravine
Once again I see a piece of the sky
And my joyll never be denied
cause I was meant to be here -
The only place on earth
Where you are near, where you are near
Was a flower, was so frail
And I let the trees grow wild around me
Grew so high, hid the sky
Shaded everything I needed to see
Then one night, someone came
Took a knife and ripped me up by my roots
Tossed astray, far away
In the darkest night, I started to pray
I am standing...
Why do you, why do you ask?
Why Im not blaming my god?
Ill tell you, Ill tell you what
He was the only one there
I am standing...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Pre-Medicated
Looking around and observing those once inflated,
By temptations that elated.
And draped some with sugarplumes on their plate!
And couldn't wait to prance around...
With easily obtained 'things' either given or found,
To satiate a frosting licked...
Off an everlasting cake!
Almost!
They received a 'breezy' coasting to boast!
And they did...
Until their glides hit thorns with splinters on skids.
Turning a boasted lust into toast!
Pre-medicated.
From a charaded fate.
It seems today heartbreak is the maker.
It has taken too long,
For my peace of mind to come.
And I am surprised I have not run...
From all the moaning around me,
Being done!
Pre-medicated,
From dismissed drips.
Sobbing to rob a smile from a grinner.
This happy frame of mind is mine to keep.
My bubble didn't pop on me...
To find my pockets emptied deep.
With creditors hounding me out of a peaceful sleep.
Weeping bluesy party poopers,
Losing treasures from them...
To find themselves now in and on the streets.
And that ain't pretty!
Especially if you had been one of those...
Who laughed at others and showed no pity,
Walking around in tattered clothes...
Among the exposed in urban cities.
Pre-medicated.
From a charaded fate.
It seems today heartbreak is the maker.
It has taken too long,
For my peace of mind to come.
And I am surprised I have not run...
From all the moaning around me,
Being done!
And what they 'had' they bragged was high class.
Either leased or rented...
They then had the cash!
But when that cash depleted,
They could not keep defeat a secret.
They were exposed.
And it became known what they had...
Was not theirs to own!
Pre-medicated...
With a patience I've always had.
Never one to let what others had make me angry or mad.
I've been told I am self serving.
It's a self preservation that satisfies my needs not greed!
I'm glad I'm like that!
My life's not foreclosing with burdens on my back!
Or up for bid.
Looking around and observing those once inflated,
By temptations that elated.
And draped some with sugarplumes on their plate!
And couldn't wait to prance around...
With easily obtained 'things' either given or found,
To satiate a frosting licked...
Off an everlasting cake!
Almost!
They received a 'breezy' coasting to boast!
And they did...
Until their glides hit thorns with splinters on skids.
Turning a boasted lust into toast!
And if I am self serving...
It is a pride I am not ashamed to hide.
Or find I can no longer drive,
'Cause the gas is too high!
My octane just gains me more confidence!
Pre-medicated...
With a patience some sold out with the bait!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have *PRIDE* in myself
I tripped
I fell
Into a massive dirty puddle
I ran home embarressed
I accidently ripped my trousers
on the back
my pink hearted pants were showing
I ran to the toilets in shame
My bag broke and fell on the floor
All my books flew everywhere
and I had to chase them
I lowered my head in disbelieve
But still I have pride in myself
the next day I came to school smiling
I walked around the puddle
I wore shorts under my new trousers
And I got a new bag
Today was the day that I got to
walk with my head held high and a massive
grin across my face
I still have pride in myself
poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
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Drugged Up and Prescribed Medicated Existences Limited
If folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
People finding slots to lock,
Names and tags on one another...
Have done themselves the injustice.
And grounded, they are, in cemented ignorance.
Trying to find themselves in religions,
Where those 'church' addicted commit most the sins.
Is a programming of the mind that's done.
To have those in need be controlled by someone.
And me,
My life will be loved.
Independently to breathe as it was given to me.
And if another human being wishes to hug me with love,
They will get that received.
Just how it was given to me.
But I do have my preferences.
If you get my drift!
So if folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
I do not spend my time,
With folks seeking to find a hole
To bury their brains including their minds.
Is there anything else folks can do?
Than to entertain their empty lives,
With who screwing and doing 'who'.
This is all so immature and foolish.
I'm going to live my life as the gift it is.
And leave those who are self righteous about theirs,
To their own drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited.
'I bet you can't say that five times fast? '
What? 'drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited'?
You're right!
I had trouble saying it 'that' time and the first as slow as possible.
I am the author.
So...
I don't have to say it at all.
It's written and for that purpose intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What the Dalai Lama had to resolve was whether to stay in Tibet or leave. He wanted to stay, but staying would have meant the total destruction of Tibet, because he would have died and that would have ripped the heart out of his people.
quote by Martin Scorsese
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Running Out of Patience
They did not understand his smile
Or the quick pacing of his steps.
They did not understand
Why rumors did not affect him!
Neither gossip nor slander
Seemed to bother him at all!
And when they threw him out...
Locking the door behind him,
They were amazed to discover him...
Laughing and swinging on the swing,
In the backyard!
They could not sleep at night...
Even medicated!
Why?
They questioned!
Why is he doing 'this' to US?
And no one thought to change the locks!
And 'he' had the key!
He also owned the house and the property!
And he knew...
They were living on borrowed time!
His!
They believed they were doing him a favor,
By gracing him with 'their' presence!
And he enjoyed them not knowing...
He was running out of patience!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am WHATEVER i say i AM
I am crazy on the inside
I wonder why no one understands the things I say,
I hear the voices in my head even in the middle of the day.
I see illusions that no one else can see,
I want to be in a place where no one else can be,
I am crazy on the inside
I pretend to like people I really don’t,
I feel such love for me even though I know you won’t,
I touch the lives of a lot of people,
I worry that i'm only digging my grave deeper,
I cry when I see myself trying to hide,
I am crazy on the inside
I understand you can’t always choose the shoes you walk in,
I say forget everybody else, even the one you’re secretly stalking,
I dream that I can help all the people like me.,
I try to pull my life back together but it’s been ripped at the seems,
I hope somehow, someday I can show you why,
I am crazy on the inside
poem by Rayni Black
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Faithless The Wonder Boy
I've had these jeans since I was born
And now they're ripped and now they're torn
All my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But Mum and Dad wil not give in
And I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
And now I know just what it is
It's got disease and it's got my head
It always runs when I hide
Too scared to talk
song performed by by Radiohead
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