Never Again To Use Their Stingers
One reluctant to sting,
May choose to do so...
With a stinging done to stun,
Those stung...
Never again to use their stingers,
Inappropriately.
Or...
Without just cause,
To initiate their provocation!
A sizzling butt is painful.
How do I know this?
'Geeesshhh, man!
Pull up your drawers.'
I'm lucky.
Not everyone is given a chance,
To go through a healing.
And a pinch of a burning felt,
May be the beginning...
Of an eternal flame,
That remains blazing.
It is best not to digest,
With interest...
What one hears,
From the lips of others!
Investigate first...
Before becoming caught up,
In the middle of a heat...
Without an escape to exit.
These experiences and more,
Cools quickly...
A hot head once singed,
But saved by the process...
Of patient observation and listening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fire-Time
He walked toward her
a fire-stick in his hand
and spoke softly.
'This is fire
my gift to you.
It is safety from wild animals;
heat for your food;
romance for your life;
Igniter of Passion;
The Secret Furnace
which fuels the Sun;
the Starry Blanket
which covers the night;
the Milky Way which burns
hot-blue.
The Heart's Flame
is Cobalt Fire too.
She touched his fire-stick
and felt the burn.
He grabbed her singed hand
and kissed it
saying:
Fire too
burns
human things;
Passion too
sears souls.
'But how, ' she said,
'shall I know fire which heals
from Stinging Fire which
burns my soul? '
'How can I be sure my fire
is safe fire,
that all my passions
are healing flames
and not destructive ones? '
He, said 'Fire is like touch;
go close enough to feel the warmth
but don't press too much
or the skin recoils.
Fire is like two kissing lips;
go close enough to feel the heat
but pressure too much
you chip the teeth.
Fire is like making love;
it can sweep you away
but be sure Fire's Orbit
brings you back
ensuring sure you don't get too close to the burning Sun.
When young be the bubble-bee sampling nectar,
not the moth obsessed with flames.
Use fires' heat
but regard more its light;
for Fire is both;
heat is good
light is knighted.
Fire correctly lit
is a balm of both
and allows Love and Lovers
to survive.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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To Let Fade Away and Dissipate
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
That determination you confess...
Still addresses laziness.
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
How you lay around and sit...
As you waste precious time,
Accepting procrastination as legit.
And you say I'm not supportive,
And abort listening to you.
You accuse me of being distant,
From those things you choose to do.
But you're the one who hesitates...
In masquerades you initiate.
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
That determination you confess...
Still addresses laziness.
It isn't in my interest to discuss it.
How you lay around and sit...
As you waste much precious time,
Accepting procrastination as legit.
And you say I'm not supportive,
And abort listening to you.
You accuse me of being distant,
From those things you choose to do.
But you're the one who hesitates...
In masquerades you initiate.
You say I am the one,
Who creates and generates hate?
One of us has to generate something.
But I wouldn't call it hate created.
I'd call it a lack of appreciation...
For those talents and skills,
You continue with excuses made...
To let fade away and dissipate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burning
When I look at you
I melt like a candle
You light a fire in me
What am I to do
I just hope I can handle
The heat and the smoke blinding me
This feeling, this fire
This burning desire
Is raging its way through my soul
And if you feel the same
Help me fan the flames
til were burning out of control
Burning to know you
Burning to show you
And Ive felt this way from the start
Burning with passion
I do hope its lasting
And its burning a hole in my heart
You kindle in me
A warm glowing feeling
A spark and a flicker of hope
Its more than a game
And like moths to a flame
Were drawn to its warmth and its glow
These embers of love
Are fueled by the notion
This could be an eternal flame
Consumed by the blaze
I fear its too late
cause this torch that I hold bears your name
Oh, and Im burning to know you
Burning to hold you
Its grown to a flame from a spark
Burning with passion
I do hope its lasting
And its burning a hole in my heart
Oh, Im burning with passion
I do hope its lasting...
Ive had so many dreams fall apart...
And its burning a hole in my heart...
Im burning
Oh, Im burning
Mmmm, Im burning oh, I burning ooh
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Devil Music
They called him 'master'...
When he came.
To take them from the comfort of their homes.
Stripped of treasures,
And their names.
With nothing they could say,
And silent broken hope!
Forced to worship,
Strange deities.
And folks who treated them
Like they were beasts.
Some tried to flee,
The increasing heat.
But many found themselves soon in defeat.
The blazing burned their feet.
And the ones who ran were chased like enemies.
This fire...
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
Desired this fire.
To burn, burn, burn
Out of control!
Morning, noon and night
They'd call him devil.
And sang the music to him that he loved.
They would dance.
And together clap their hands.
This devil music kept them in a hold!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Yes this fire,
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
I said the fire...
It still keeps burning!
And it's blazing in a rage,
That's out of control!
The spreading flame...
Became higher.
So high it fixed in young minds,
Sold by the old!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burrrrrnin...
Out of contrrroooool.
'ssssyesssss...
Children! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Give Me Fever
Hey Baby
I think I caught your Bug
Ever since you touched me, Oh
Baby, I’m burning up
I’ve got the sweaty palms
You gave me a hazy sight
The attractions just too strong
Oh, You give me
Butterflies
You Give Me Fever
All through the night
Take my temperature, Oh
You make me flame inside
You Give Me Fever
Oh No Baby, you’re just too much
Help me tame this fire
Cause baby it’s burning up
Hey Baby
You make me lose control
You make me create so much heat
Baby, I could melt the snow
Your kiss makes my body melt
Your voice makes my heart race
I never imagined Hell
Could be such a wonderful place
Hey Baby
You make my heart sing
Give me something Icy, Oh
Boy, I’m sizzling
You’ve caught my attention
Oh, this lava love
I’m crisp to your affection
Baby, You boil my blood
You Give Me Fever
All through the night
Take my temperature, Oh
You make me flame inside, Boy
You Give Me Fever
Oh No Baby, you’re just too much
Help me tame this fire
Cause baby I'm burning up
Take my temperature
I feel I can melt a pot
You make me such a Disaster, Cause
Honey, You’re so Hot
You’ve got that Spicy scent
You make hit the floor
Your jalapeño lips, Oh Baby
I don’t know if I can take much more
You light my world
With you, I don’t need the sun
So Contagious, so hard to bare
Oh, Boy you burn me up
poem by Sugar Bear
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All our thoughts and concepts are called up by sense-experiences and have a meaning only in reference to these sense-experiences. On the other hand, however, they are products of the spontaneous activity of our minds they are thus in no wise logical consequences of the contents of these sense-experiences. If, therefore, we wish to grasp the essence of a complex of abstract notions we must for the one part investigate the mutual relationships between the concepts and the assertions made about them for the other, we must investigate how they are related to the experiences.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Dear God, are you listening
With every breath of cigarette smoke
that escapes his lips
the color of her spirit progressively fades
Dear God are you listening?
With every sip of alcohol
that flows through his body
her trust in her once hero weakens
Dear God are you listening?
With every pill
she takes for her escape
her life becomes a blur
Dear God are you listening?
It's me..
Your daughter
But she hears
No reply
No response
just silence
emptiness
and nothing at all
She closes her eyes
in the night
and as her life
is drifting away
she then hears
Yes my daughter
I am listening
I am here with you
I will never leave you alone
Remember my daughter
you are never alone
I Got Stung
Holy smokes land sakes alive I never thought this would happen to me
Ah-ha, yeah, ah-ha yeah
I got stung by a sweet honey bee
What a feelin came over me
Well it started in my eyes, crept up to my head
Flew into my arms, til I was stung dead
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Hum ah-ha, yeah ah-ha, yeah
She had all that I wanted and more
Ive never seen honey bees before
Well she started through my ears, buzzing in my brain
Got stung all over but I feel no pain
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Well dont think Im complainin
Because Im might pleased that we met
cause you gimme just one little peck on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I wont let nobody sting me but you
Ill be buzzin round your hive
Evry day at five and Im never gonna leave once I arrive
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
I got stung yeah, I got stung yeah
Well dont think Im complainin
Cause Im might pleased that we met
cause you gimme just one little peck on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I wont let nobody sting me but you
Ill be buzzin round your hive
Evry day at five and Im never gonna leave once I arrive
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung, yeah
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung, yeah
Because Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Hey, ah-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, stung, stung yeah, yeah ... yeah
I got stung, stung, stung yeah, yeah ... yeah
I got yeah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Burning Heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Starving for some fun tonight- always dressed to kill
Dont tell me what I need- I need the thrill indeed
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Cant you see it coming- stronger than a bull
Get yourself going- youre too easy to beat
Dont forget Im strong- powerful and straight
I can take you on cause I am hard to break
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
song performed by by U. D. O.
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With Concern To Prove
Who could better interpret,
From my point of view...
Those experiences I've had,
My whole life through...
From the day of my birth?
Could you do it?
To me that has to be proven.
And if I should become sick,
Or sustain an uncomfortable bruise...
Guess who would rush to my aid,
With concern to prove they do...
Showing interest in my healing process too?
And don't mention yourself.
Because that for a fact would not be you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lips Locked to Block Taste For Tongue
Lips locked to block taste for tongue.
A gift of perfume will do.
With a fist full of flowers...
Scented to seduce a quick pull to hug!
And a pinch on the butt,
Introduces a snuggle.
Lips unlock to block taste for tongue.
And a smile overcomes,
As the sunset shows its colors.
And a frown left that morning goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sizzle From the Heat
If you wish what appears,
Be dismissed and cleared...
You must give...'it'
More than tossed tidbits,
Of a tempermental ignorance.
Before you decide to split,
Ignoring...'it'.
For someone else to...fix!
Quickly before 'it'...is missed.
As if a transfer of common sense,
Takes place and witnessed...
Arriving,
Then away it went!
If not...'it' stays and preys.
Just like 'it' does now in these days.
When folks are seeking jokes to tell...
Drugged with self importance,
Crazed and dazed with themselves to sell!
And looking for someone they qualify...
To prevent them from sliding,
Into their own created hell!
A laziness propells this...
As they love every moment of 'it' too well!
Although these times are found lucrative...
The sizzle from the heat...
Does not cease!
'It' gets hotter as they yell!
Fed on denials burning inside...
Crying and pleading,
To get 'it' away from themselves!
They who try their very best to hide.
From the creeping that keeps them weeping,
They reap.
And what was avoided 'then' can not be now undone.
The fun begins to sting like the zap and zing...
From a stun gun!
Since what comes does not care who is asleep.
The sizzle from the heat...
Burns!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With or Without a Need to Threaten
The only thing you can rely on and believe,
Is a sting or a pinch felt.
And delivered to feel immediately.
Other than that...
There are a host of perceptions and concepts,
From which to choose!
And the one with the gun,
Easily sways opinion.
With or without a need to threaten.
But some folks beg to be convinced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Calling Give Me A Chance
Love is calling give me a chance
Give me one more reluctant chance
Love is calling give me hope
Give me a minute an hour
Let me prove I can change
Give me a minute an hour
And I'll prove even a wilting bloom
Can live and fulfill a promise
Love is calling give me a chance
Give me one more reluctant chance
And I'll move heaven and earth
And turn all this flotsam and surf away
And switch on the sun
And turn this hellish feeling into
A kingdom of heaven you can depend upon
Love is calling give me a chance
Give me one more reluctant chance
And like a star I'll make your hear feel fusion
Give me one more reluctant chance
And I'll show you the real reluctant me
That was fearful to be just there
When you turned around for me
Love is calling give me a chance
Give me one more reluctant chance
For you and me!
For you and me!
For you and me!
For you and me!
For you and me!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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So Fresh Are These Days of Awareness That Come
Fresh are these days of awareness.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
And those who sing the blues,
Had other choices...
But they refused.
Deciding to keep their minds completely fixed.
To a way of life,
With standards and values today quickly nixed.
Wishing now they had kept things simple.
But consumed they are with bitterness.
With others like them...
Who have been deceived and tricked!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
And a whistling is heard!
Coming from those who kept their eyes opened.
Observing reality for what it is!
Now they watch those disturbed.
Those who sit stubbornly...
With hopes their delusions maintained,
Will someday again...
With the aid of false prayer,
By them who dare...
To display a sudden faith.
Be served to end the reality of their heartache.
But where were they...
When the earth began to shake?
To awaken those from their sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Going Through a Messy Process
...and speaking of experiences?
How many can say they achieved experience,
By listening to the sound of another's voice?
Or reading directions on how that is done?
Has anyone been 'shown' how to acquire it?
And how much of it comes to one that sits?
Especially if it can not be ordered...
Or delivered after purchase.
And even if that 'was' a possibility,
Haven't we all 'experienced' buyer's remorse?
Wishing we could quickly divorce from it!
Without going through a messy process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heat Wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
Whenever Im with you
Something inside
Starts to burn deep
And my hearts filled with fire
Could be that Im very sentimental
Or is this just the way loves supposed to be?
Chorus:
I got a heat wave
Burning in my heart
I cant keep from crying
Tearing me apart
Sometimes she calls my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I cant explain
I feel, yeah I feel
I feel this burning flame
This high blood pressures got a hold on me
cause this is the way loves supposed to be
(chorus)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Just give me another chance
This could be a new romance
Heat wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
song performed by by Who
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To Ride The Wind (1)
I’m saved O Lord, yet who’d have thought
Upon Your wind I’d ride
Your precious Gift that Jesus brought
Is burning deep inside
From billions! Lord, You’ve set me free
Through nought I’ve ever done
I’m grateful that a child like me
May serve Your living Son
To ride The Wind, how could I hope?
Your Spirit would abide?
But now the question’s how to cope?
With all this joy inside!
I’ve never thought like this before
Nor felt the way I do
I never knew what life was for
Until I came to You
Until my God, I saw The Light
Received Your brand new wine
I never thought in Christ I’d fight
Nor count Your Wind as mind
I felt Your glow at Jesus’ feet
Sampling there Life’s Bread
I knew The Wind, Your Healing Heat
Had raised me from the dead
Within Your hand I’ll never fail
I’ve now Your saving grace
Upon The wind I’ll surely sail
Until I’ve won the race
For you my God, are at my side
Your Flame burns bright within
Should I now fear with You as guide?
I can’t do less than win…PTO…
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Easier to Accept
As painful as this experience may be...
For some.
There is nothing like having it come,
Unannounced!
If preparations were made...
Decisions to change it,
Would have prevented a growth process.
And not one person came to this life,
Without causing someone pain.
To eventually gain 'something' from it!
Some kind of a learning process occurred.
Unless they were unconscious?
And that might explain,
Why so many choose to remain medicated.
It is easier to accept something,
When it is not personally felt!
Or mandated as someone else's sacrifice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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