No Longer Disputed
The reality of self inflicted pain,
Eventually gains one thing...
For the feeler of it,
Awakening...
From a numbness,
Of what has been done.
Being...
One's closer involvement,
With clarity.
Now no longer disputed,
As to 'who' has been doing this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost In Numbness
Lost in numbness for years
Running from pain
Trapped in the freezing rain
Constantly numb
Pain is better than nothing at all
Pain without reason, a cause, or even love,
Is better than being all numb
Trapped in a world of numbness without a reason
Show me a world I understand
Pain is all that I have known
No longer able feel anything but pain
Life is filled with pain
Pain is now a comfort
The only thing I can count on
The one thing I understand
It is all I have
All I feel
For my life is filled with pain
Pain is all there is left
When happiness doesn’t work
poem by Emily Swinney
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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
quote by George Oppen
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What people really want in the theater is fantasy involvement and not reality involvement.
quote by Edward Albee
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Numbness
I loved you so much
That in your separation
My pang was too much.
Now if you reject
Which I cannot digest,
I shall go numb.
Numbness has no pain.
Pain is preferred
To numbness
27.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Races Run and Done Just For Fun
Winning races,
Use to mean...
A change of pace,
Of those high stakes placed...
With a bet!
And this would excite
Those who made them with delight.
With a feeling 'something' has been won.
Today,
Races are run...
To go through motions!
These races run and done just for fun,
Are done just for the running.
Not to accomplish a thing for anyone.
Even the serious ones who have grown tired of the fun,
Done...
Are feeling a numbness from those races run.
With the best of political dupings pooped!
With hollow victories achieving nothing.
But a cheering of excitement heard,
From everyone.
In the beginning.
Then a stirring of jeers from those disappointed.
Find expectations resume a familiarity.
Leaving empty promises mouthed but not yet begun.
And a stagnated movement,
Returns with clarity.
A clarity of reality once hushed and shunned.
And everyone begins to see...
These races run to go through motions,
Produces for them...
Hollow victories.
And banners once held high,
Are hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoping For Someone From the Magic Kingdom
I've been doing this for years.
Much longer than the tears,
Dropping now from your eyes.
Much longer than the awakening,
Being done by those who now can see...
They have been deceived,
With an assortment of lies and alibis.
I have been doing this much longer...
With a faith that has made me stronger!
I have been doing this so long...
You will not believe,
My reality...
Seems to be more stabilized than yours.
And you have held on...
Hoping for someone from the magic kingdom,
Will embrace you and accept you for who you are?
That's the kind of devotion,
I have not learned to sacrifice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You May Not Be Able to Feel My Pinch
My reality lived,
Is not yours to claim.
My insights are not like another.
Neither are yours.
But we both can agree...
However we are looking at reality,
There is little room to fantasize
The sting of its clarity.
You may not be able to feel my pinch,
As it is self inflicted.
But I am sure...
You have experienced a kick in the butt!
And that comes to us without description.
Or an invitation you solicit to kiss...
When the kicking of it has been missed!
Either way,
I recommend as a hint...
Do not make neither of those actions,
An accepted routine.
You will just get stuck going nowhere...
Seeking an increase of volunteers.
And many will have their boots tied and ready.
Tempers are on the edge!
So I would step lightly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Basically
A clarity disputed once,
By those refusing...
To put to rest their fantasies.
Have come to strike fear and alarm,
To those who now witness this vividly.
But in disbelief, disharmony and...
With a touch of dysfunction.
There was a time when getting a good education,
Was free.
And the seeking of truth required research,
And competition.
Today,
People graduate college and lack common sense.
With hundreds of thousands of dollars,
Owed to the government.
The same government they wish out of their lives,
And pockets.
A clarity disputed once,
By those refusing...
To put to rest their fantasies.
Have come to strike fear and alarm,
To those who now witness this vividly.
But in disbelief, disharmony and...
With a touch of dysfunction.
Who knew the days would come,
When those with turned up noses...
And feeling a happiness they can not resist.
Are those living basically,
But had been criticized for doing it...
Within their means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closer
Written: stock waterman, kylie minogue
2x:
Nothing, nothing
Nothing I like better
Together, now together
Nothing I like better
Closer (sampling)
1:
Sometimes
This feels so right
Im losin my mind
I wish that we could stop
And stop time
Then we could be together
All night
Theres nothing I like better
Getting closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer
Nothing, nothing
Nothing I like better
Together, now together
Nothing I like better
Closer (sampling)
2:
Somehow
I stop myself from cryin
Out loud
When Im with you
cause Im so proud
To be your only lover
And now
Theres nothing I like better
Getting closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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What a Difference Reality Makes
What a difference reality makes.
Those who once chased rainbows...
Have suddenly put on the brakes!
The fuel that assisted...
This bustle rushed with hope,
Has stopped many in their tracks...
As they receive the facts,
Of an impending big payback!
With hallucinating dreams...
That begin to clamp them in traps!
So it seems for them to be like that.
What a difference reality makes.
It had been easy to ignore,
The needs of those labelled poor.
Those hungry and homeless,
The greedy chose not to see...
Are now quite vivid reminders,
As eyes of those who chose to close them...
Now view this 'picture' with such clarity!
What a difference reality makes,
When the pain of others...
Descends without an escape.
And all that it took...
Was a look that was forced.
By the confronting of delusions...
On a misguided course introducing remorse.
And those chasing rainbows,
With a goal to hoard all the gold...
Now see themselves,
More foolish than anyone else.
And those they crushed with disrespect...
Walk over them who crawl bawling,
With a pride and dignity they always kept!
What a difference reality makes...
When respect for others,
Reveals a satisfaction...
Shown and brightened,
On a happy face that is not faked!
What a difference it makes...
When those are shakened from a sleep,
That awakes!
And that is the difference 'awakening' takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Scars That U Leave
I don’t know how much more
How much more I can take
Of this crap you keep doing
Every night I go to bed
With the scars of the day
Scars that you inflicted
And the pain searing through my body
A pain that was caused by your hands
Inflicted by your hatred
A pain remembered the next morning
Only to be added to that night
A never ending pain
As the wounds are never left to heal
But are added to
Over and over again
Know I add a new pain
A pain I inflict on myself
A cut that you didn’t make
But was caused by you all the same
poem by Layla Joseph
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Pain and disater
This is the only thing I have known.
Pain choas and disaster.
Most of it inflicted by others.
But through what others did to me.
I lived my life in a dark lonely place.
It may be lonely.
But theres no risks there.
No one can ever hurt me again.
Pain and disaster is the only thing.
The only thing that I have ever known.
Its not my choice to live this way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Something Amiss
the silence, the aching,
the numbness, the pain.
the wonder, the lightness
I try to regain.
they tell me I'm nice
I'm warm and I'm kind,
but there's something amiss
when I can't seem to find
that place within me
where calm resides,
where my heart is open
and not where it hides.
it'll allow me to hope
to love and to be,
at one with myself
and totally free
from the silence, the numbness,
the aching, the pain,
and all I don't want
my soul to contain.
(London,29 May,2003)
poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker
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Blanket Of Fear
I am awake under this blanket of fear
and i must say
none of the people i see belong here
now everyone's asleep
I am awake and I am dreaming
I believe it's time for a rude awakening
HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS
BECAUSE YOUR NIGHTMARES
MIGHT SEEM LIKE THEY'RE YOUR REALITY
I believe
the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
and the man behind the curtain
I heard him say
"Dreamers have become an endangered species,
and i am aware of the rude awakening"
I'm falling in my dream
I finally hit the ground
because i can't keep my mind
from going into dark places
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Nothing Genuine Is Expressed
We say we pray,
For forgiveness and clarity.
When we are forgiven and the clarity comes...
We become disbelievers.
And we begin to deceive.
Those who can see through us...
See every trick we have that's up our sleeves.
Many perceive what they say,
Is enough to convey their version of truth.
And out from their mouths,
Comes words to impress.
Nothing genuine is expressed.
It would be an awakening experience,
If every Disney character greeted visitors cussing!
Now...
That would be worth the exorbitant entrance fee.
With Mickey chasing Minnie butt naked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From a Wound Self Inflicted
How many days of sadness,
Have you sat?
With still no reception,
Of an inner peace.
Or a wish to be reprieved,
From a wound self inflicted.
You pamper it as if...
Holding onto it,
Will eventually...
Clear the air you breathe.
Who came to visit you with agony?
And you decided to keep it to host!
Who came to convince,
A draining of your happiness...
Was a duty to impose.
With a closing out of any light...
That has left you etched against a darkness,
You decided to select with a satisfaction...
You chose!
How many days of sadness,
Have you sat?
With still no reception,
Of an inner peace.
Or a wish to be reprieved,
From a wound self inflicted.
You pamper it as if...
Holding onto it,
Will eventually...
Clear the air you breathe.
And nothing but a suffocation,
Is all I witness!
All that I see...
That keeps you shadowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anything is disputable.
Scripts are disputed; faiths are disputed.
So are history, theory and discovery.
Anything is subject to dispute.
It means there is a base to support them.
08.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Can Prevail With Endurance
The most upsetting thing,
That displeases many people...
About reality,
Is its overwhelming ability...
To remain as it is.
No matter who attempts,
To depict it as something else...
Reality has its own set of standards.
As those who are shallow,
Eventually discover.
And rarely is it needing explanation.
It makes itself known!
Proving it can prevail with endurance,
Through any and every...
Conceiveable interpretation of fact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonderful If Wishes Like This Could Begin
It would be wonderful to be able to predict,
One man elected can fix the lives of those troubled.
And he'd be held accountable...
As he applied a magic wand to it!
But the chaos upon us has been inflicted by greed.
With the need to have our fantansies breathe.
As all who were teased approved it to be.
It would be wonderful to sit,
And witness all of our issues drift away.
To have someone else obey our whims.
It would be wonderful if wishes like this could begin...
When we chose our anguish and emotional pain to end.
But then again...
We would not be facing reality!
And reality upon many is beginning to descend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Closer Reach For Me
A closer reach for me,
With you right there...
Leaves me,
More to savor.
A closer reach for me,
With you right there...
Brings a taste,
I flavor.
And I know,
A closer reach for me...
I can feel,
As if I'm not...
Asleep and dreaming,
With my head in the clouds...
To hear myself singing loudly.
A closer reach for me,
With you right there...
Leaves me,
More to savor...
As my favorite flavor.
Awakening to taste home alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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