Nothing...
They share 'one' thing in common,
With truth and reality.
Nothing!
And when they separate from each other,
A 'nothingness' is spread...
That is what the surveys have found!
However...
Some dispute the results of this...
Believing conflicts are appropriate
For constant fighting and throwing tantrum fits.
Beating each other like dead horses,
To the ground!
Until there's 'nothing' resisted existing...
And restoring the 'nothingness'
As if having this 'is' the ultimate crown.
'And the winner of chaos with conflicts?
Those misunderstandings that come to visit?
To debate issues of what is right or wrong?
Who is off key singing what song...
All take a back seat to sit! '
Beaten and tired of all of it...
Is admitted!
The winner of this mixture of tricks,
When all has been trounced to bits...
Is nothing!
Frowns have diminished,
And gone are worries of 'ups' and 'downs'.
When absolutely 'nothing' arrives...
Peace arises and surrounds!
Beaten and tired of all of it...
Is admitted!
And the quietness of 'nothing',
Has power to remove frowns
Plastered on familiar clowns!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Tired
Scent on a postcard
A memory left behind
Warm hand, cool look but no time...
Winsome lose some
Hung up on old flame
My heart depends on fire
So who am I to make demands on love?
...relax and walk on by
So tired
So tired
Beaten like a drum
So tired
Living life alone
So tired
Beaten like a drum
Kiss the right faces
And tap the party line
Short measure of cheap skate pleasure
Easier said than done
Sip the night water
But not too drunk to say
Well just who am I to ever hope to love you?
Id turn and shy away
So tired
So tired
Beaten like a drum
So tired
Living life alone
So tired
Beaten like a drum
Once upon a bed
You said you loved me
Once upon a bed
Those eyes of blue
Now what am I supposed to do?
So tired -
So tired
Beaten like a drum
So tired
Live my life alone, so alone
Once upon a bed
You said you loved me
Once upon a bed
Those eyes of blue
And what am I to rhyme with you?
Now I lie alone and so defenceless
Dream of love in sunny daze with you
So tired...
song performed by by Haircut 100
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The Winner
Written by c. jackson, m. yancy and g. barge
In this world of make believe I must confess
To be number one youve got to do it better
And if you strive to be happy youll find success
Perspectively youve got to pull it together
Nothing good will come to you if you dont see
A reason for victory
Everybody loves the winner
Only the winner can really make things happen
Everybody loves the winner, so be the winner, I know you are
If theres something youd like to do youve never done
Dont let fear stand in your way
Just collect your dreams and thoughts and get on the run
I wouldnt wait another day
You can be the best in everything you do
When it thawls out, its all up to you
Everybody loves the winner (everybody loves the winner)
Only a winner can really make things happen
Everybody loves a winner (everybody loves a winner)
So be the winner you are
Be a winner, ooh (yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Be a winner, ooh (yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Be a winner, a winner, a winner, yes you can
cause everybody (everybody) loves (loves a winner)
The winner, so be a winner
You can only make things happen
Everybody (everybody) loves a winner (loves a winner)
So be the winner, I know you are
Every (everybody), everybody, (loves a winner)
Really loves the winner, (so be a winner)
Only the winner can really make things happen
Everybody (everybody) loves the winner (loves a winner)
So be a winner (so be a winner), I know you are if you really try
Be a winner, you know you can, you know you can
You know you can be a winner
(yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Scat (yes you can, yes you can, yes you can)
Scat
(everybody) yeah, (loves a winner)
Scat
(everybody loves a winner)
(everybody) everybody really loves a winner (loves a winner)!
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Tripping Up On Flip Flops
In a 'wow' moment,
A denied reality is admitted.
With startling truths being revived...
From the mouths of those,
Once declared as mavericks!
Everything stated,
Has no peace attached with facts.
Decades of conflicts
Has been a commitment that will exist.
With more of the same,
To continue to drain brains.
And lies told expected from lips!
And he who said,
A flip flopping is dead.
Has been the one who can not stop...
Tripping up on his own flip flops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Child Of War
Child born under a red flag.
He gave up all he had.
For ultimate power.
For ultimate control.
For images that couldn't washed out of his head.
The blood ran as rivers of the dead flowed.
Bones littered the ground.
As a reminder of what he has done.
Even in the darkness the sun still shined.
Even upon all chaos some found peace.
A happiness was met on the horizon with grief.
Part of the daily living.
Hopefully soon all this would cease.
A testament to boy living in a war torn country.
He only understands one thing.
To survive you must kill.
To survive you must take.
All is yours if you want it is all he has ever known.
This is what we taught him.
Are we tell him that he must stop?
When others won't.
A mediator of regret, sorrow, and tears to be wept.
An imaginary peace.
He doesn't know what that is.
Upon his conquest all he has seen is men pillage, plunder, and rape.
In this world he doesn't understand what is truly at stake.
An unclaimed state.
He was born into this mistake.
If you live in nothingness, the dark abyss will eventually swallow you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Winner On The Night
Dan mccafferty
Arranged by nazareth
Produced by manny charlton
Sometimes youre feeling sad and lonely
And things aint goin right for you
Youre looking for somebody
So tired of bein? all alone
Dont throw your life away, remember
When youre down and fighting from the corner
And you feel that theres no way out
Just believe in the power deep inside of you
Hold on and things will be alright
And in the end when its all over
Youll be the winner on the night
And in the end when its all over
Youre not the same you used to be
You know it wasnt easy
But with experience youll see
Youll make it out if you remember
When youre down and fighting from the corner
And you feel that theres no way out
Just believe in the power deep inside of you
Hold on and things will be alright
And in the end when its all over
Youll be the winner on the night
When youre down and fighting from the corner
And you feel that theres no way out
Just believe in the power deep inside of you
Hold on and things will be alright
And in the end when its all over
Youll be the winner on the night
When youre down and fighting from the corner
And you feel that theres no way out
Just believe in the power deep inside of you
Hold on and things will be alright
And in the end when its all over
Youll be the winner on the night
When youre down and fighting from the corner
And you feel that theres no way out
Just believe in the power deep inside............
song performed by by Nazareth
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This Is A Choice They Made
Backbiters decided,
They would discredit the deeds done...
By the wrong people coming to their aid.
Those seething with envy and jealousy did this,
Believing they would end between themselves conflicts.
To be left with the more of it to exist.
Since those who backbite,
Only offer confusion and incompetence.
And eventually suffer from their own ignorance.
But then...
This is a choice they made with consciousness.
As exposed by the evidence too late admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Civil Unrest
The next steps...
Will it be civil unrest?
As the reality of their ancestry...
Brings out the beast in them.
And at its evil best!
As history repeats...
How empires are defeated!
For centuries they chose to feed on lies.
Using the threat of enemies,
As an excuse to express an inferiority...
That kept them in chaos,
Tantrums and childish fits!
And around the world,
Despised by the growth of it!
Criticizing their tactics,
Now are their allies...
Who have grown tired of their tricks.
And those who would not believe,
The depth of their deceit...
Sit seething,
Huffing and puffing...
In deep breaths breathing.
Seeing themselves as pawns,
And baited victims,
Of an economic mess...
No one is willing to fix!
Or express one regret.
Not in the support,
Of the continuance...
Of such disasterous conflicts,
Their ignorance permitted...
An elected leadership to exist!
And this depression,
Will be their last and final lesson.
With all suffering a mental suppression.
That promises to craze them into raging bits!
'Grandpa...
Could you read me another fairytale?
That one was kinda scary! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crown of Gold, Crown of Thorn
In any quest for love, just like many others
A winner is proclaimed from all the contenders
The shining crown of gold, just one but who would wear
Decided by a judge, the heart or mind, either
and the winner is...
In this ever changing world, it's not easy to say
Who the real winner is till come the time and day
Was it the winner who lost or the loser who won
Or did the crown of gold became a crown of thorn
In this uncertain world, no one can ever say
Who'll really win or lose, only the time and day
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.
But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!
How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!
If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.
And perhaps that 'thick-and-glossy' act
Has been given to attract minds,
Off course!
And all the time.
Will be chased to another place.
And heads here can begin to erect first,
With perception.
Instead of inflated egos wishing to sweat.
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
Well that all depends
On how well the re-enactments
Are delivered in a heightened freshness!
And the staleness is forgiven,
Of prior performances claimed.
Thick at that,
And glossy had more rumors to spread.
That's how she kept her lips supple!
And prepared to use if she had to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Worth I Already Know
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
I know my feet are planted steadily,
On the ground.
With other clowns!
In pretense.
That this circus lived...
Strains from decadence.
And cheerful smiles,
Should be passed around.
Even if one is feeling down.
No!
Uh-huh.
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
No!
Uh-huh.
No plastic mask,
Will I snap on fast.
Just to convey...
Others find me 'okay'.
No!
Uh-huh.
Not me.
I'm not willing to release my peace...
To gain that kind of entry!
Not to pay a fee,
To be found worthy.
My worth...
I already know!
And it is freed of masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember I told you 2
What the heck is it with you?
Why cant you see things like I do?
I see it all so very clear.
Its all clearer by the day.
Why cant you just let me go?
I cant live my life any more.
All I can do is think of my new forfound end.
Please just let me go now
Im sick and tired of fighting.
The past has beaten me
But then it had beaten me from the start.
So please please let me go
I ve nothing left to give
I cant forgive.
So when you find me cold and stiff.
Just remember I told you
I told you Id do it
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Uptown
Walkin through the fog on a cold and cloudy night
Lookin through the smog that surrounds the mornin light
The shades of brown. it gets me down, exactly like my life
I dont deserve the hand Im dealt, a flush in spades of strife
Ive grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore
So Im rounding up the broken me and headin on out the door
Without no lag Im packin my bag of discontented frowns
And hopping numer eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound
Got my bag of many frowns and Im takin it on uptown
Big city lights
Funkier nights
Happier days
Goin my way
It should be right
But Im still uptight
Hey, I better put down
And get movin on
Im through with aggravation
Dont deserve the degradation
Im putting all the negatives down
To hop the train thats feedom bound for uptown
Got my bag of many frowns and Im takin it on uptown
song performed by by Chicago
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Rumors, Conflicts and Constant Gossip
I know your family has questions,
About me and our relationship.
And exactly what it is I do.
With a persistence to see us,
Eventually split!
But please inform them,
Before my impatience slips.
That the slut they believe I am,
Is not me...
But 'had' been you.
Before we met.
And honestly expressed,
Each of our past regrets!
I am no angel,
By no means do I have wings.
And I never pretended to fly,
To disguise my flaws with alibis...
Or compromise the truth I found.
However...
If they continue to ride on high horses...
As if manure that smells does not stink.
Tell them, yes
I might have been divorced before.
But I wasn't the one,
To teach you to be a whore.
You and I have discussed our blemishes.
And we needn't do that to open old sores.
And I was worse than you.
I was thisclose to prostitution.
And 'anything' they've ever said 'I DO' to...
Was to stay busy in our business,
Probably others too!
And we have chosen that to ignore!
That's why I prefer to have them,
Not around us anymore.
Now...
Should I relate this?
Since our past mistakes,
We've already dismissed.
Or is it with me,
You want to keep this...
Our private relationship?
We did not come together,
To smear ourselves with their constant...
Nonsense!
I'm not revisiting our past failures.
Or joining in to share their conflicts.
So they can decide,
What we have discovered...
It will be left up to them to ruin quick.
That kind of sickness,
I can identify and not putting up with!
Now...
Should I relate this?
Or is it with me,
You want to keep this...
Our private relationship?
Is it with me we've agreed there is a happiness?
Or is it your family you wish to please...
Knowing what 'they' share together,
Are rumors, conflicts and constant gossip!
And they talk and speak about 'unity'?
Please!
Should I relate this?
I can be very protective,
When it comes to peace of mind...
And my own happiness in a relationship.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come to poet
Come to poet
And listen poem
In poem find life
Life detach.
Detachment only truth
Truth is nothingness
Nothingness is nothingness
Only nothingness is true.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Tired Old Country Song
Regi price/jl vanderford
Another day, another night
Another tired old country song
You know, I sing of love delight
But I know its all wrong
The life I live out on the road
Is one I swear no one could love
Yet I feel I must go on
And sing this tired
This tired old country song
I move around from place to place
But all the towns look just the same
I see the same old face
Losin still my claim to fame
Ill sing the guitar blues
Drink my drink and pay the dues
Then I guess Ill ramble on
And sing this tired
This tired old country song
Why did I have to compromise
To reach my piece of the fame?
Life could have been so different
In that eight to five game
So I guess Ill settle down
Get my feet back on the ground
Once a country star
Now Im just a country clown
Hang my guitar on the wall
I wont need it anymore
For I think the time has come
To end this tired
This tired old country song
To end this tired
This tired old country song
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Sick And Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Searching the truth
Nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness....
In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.
We allow the nothingness of consciousness
As a perpetual flight of the being.
We exist in self and we exist for self,
In a cartesian duality,
In a latin con-cretum,
When the certain being surpasses that being toward nothingness.
If Jesus did not exist,
the Christians would not be existent,
But Christians are existent.
No one can deny Jesus, as Son of the God,
And say that He is non-existent, at the same time,
As Son of The God,
Because no one can deny something that
Is non-existent,
As no one can deny the real essence of the existent.
The non-existent things are part of the reality.
He is existent in the Christian's mind.
He is non-existent in other's mind.
He is in idea.
There are too many wars for this idea..
Negation of nothingness
Lead to nothingness of negation
In a double negation.
Jesus is necessary for salvation,
Jesus is essential for salvation.
We need to be sanctified,
We need to be better than we are.
Without the assertion of existence,
The negation cannot destroy it.
We have a metaphysical necessity,
While God has His necessity of Himself.
And what would be the purity of intention
And the truth
Without this?
The denial of noes, which means fertilization, at Hegel,
The absolute duty to tell the truth, at Kant...
The human lie at Schopenhauer.
The existence and the non-existence,
Seemingly, an irreconcilable antithesis....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s***
of crying and people throwing a fit
Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding
of cutting and people not caring
im so sick and tired of drama
of the gov't and obama
im so sick and tired of tears
of crying and stupid a** peers
im so sick and tired of boys
of them treating girls like useless toys
im so sick and tired of ryhming
screw it,
im so sick and tired of being told what to do
im so sick and tired of being so sick and tired
but the most thing that im so f****ing tired of
is sobing and having the only comfort of empty echoes
poem by Erika Michelle
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I'm Tired
I'm tired of people messing with me
I'm tired of people treating me wrong
I'm tired of people saying I stank
I'm tired of people remembering the past
I'm tired of black people
I'm tired of stupid people
I'm tired of selfish people
I'm tired of being the target all the time
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of people thinking there better than everybody else
I'm tired of people not appreciating me
I'm tired of being tired
I'm tired of being tired
I'm just tired
poem by Shawanda Polk
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The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies.
quote by Napoleon Bonaparte
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