Once Having Had Common Sense
When one's mind has been blazed,
To value the blinging of shiny things...
And the ease of a quickly made dollar,
Who then martyrs themselves to announce...
That to worship such things,
Produces in the mind disaster?
Who today is foolish enough to do that?
Has anyone ever seen a rabid dog...
Wagging its tail with a wish to play?
Rarely do these scenes come to us,
To experience personally.
Without acknowledging some pain.
And an awakening to regain 'something'...SOMETHING,
That reminds one of once having had common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fatal dispositions taken,
To examine one's life to compare...
With a measuring of things,
Blinging and with a sparkle that dazzles.
Produces in the minds of those controlled,
An acceptance one is made to feel...
In the 'loop'.
And this 'togetherness' is more important...
Than that life one says is wished,
To live with a happiness one claims to have earned.
And when this happens...
An assessment of one's life,
Seems to yearn to depreciate a valued life experience.
To exchanged for a temporary life glistening in pretense.
And doing everything one can,
To keep 'good' credit kept.
With...
A preferred rating met to match,
Others attracted who have donated with a depositing,
All of their common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value Of It All
When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?
It is there connecting all of this,
Without a budge!
Ready when needed.
However...
If a mind relies too much on books,
To lead to a life reflecting what is written...
As common as it may seem,
A sense expected is missing.
And if a mind begins to lose sight
Of experience, lessons taught
AND common sense...
There will be problems.
Big time ego ones!
Who pays?
And at what cost?
Especially...
If the value of it all is lost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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5. In Pain
In pain I wonder why it is
That I should feel this way
In pain I sleep so rarely now
My nights turn into day
In pain I try to think of things
To help me ease this pain
In pain I practice memory games
But there it’s gone again
In pain I cannot reach for things
Do tasks I want to do
In pain I do not bend a lot
And can’t put on my shoe
In pain I look at what I was
Before I had this trouble
In pain I stop reflecting back
It only makes pain double
In pain I see a different world
Than what I had before
In pain I have restrictions
But I’ve learned that less means more
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Doin' The Things That We Want To
The other night we went to see Sam's play
doin' the things that we want to
It was very physical it held you to the stage
doin' the things that he wants to
Doin' the things that he wants to
The guy's a cowboy from some rodeo
doin' the things that he wants to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
doin' the things that she wants to
Doin' the things that she wants to
The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
doin' the things that they want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
doin' the things that they want to
When they finished fighting, they exited the stage
doin' the things that they want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
doin' the things that they want to
Doin' the things that they want to
hey
It reminds me of the movies Marty made about New York
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Those frank and brutal movies that are so brilliant
(doin' the things that he wants to)
";True Love"; meet ";The Raging Bull";
(doin' the things that he wants to)
They're very inspirational, I love the things they do
(doin' the things that he wants to)
Doin' the things that I want to
There's not much you hear on the radio today
(doin' the things that we want to)
But you could still see a movie or a play
(doin' the things that we want to)
Here's to ";Travis Bickle"; and here's ";Johnny Boy";
(doin' the things that we want to)
Growing up in the Mean Streets of New York
(doin' the things that we want to)
I wrote this song 'cause I'd like to shake your hand
(doin' the things that we want to)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Doin The Thing That We Want To
The other night we went to see sams play
Doin the things that we want to
It was very physical it held you to the stage
Doin the things that he wants to
Doin the things that he wants to
The guys a cowboy from some rodeo
Doin the things that he wants to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
Doin the things that she wants to
Doin the things that she wants to
The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
Doin the things that they want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
Doin the things that they want to
When they finished fighting, they exited the stage
Doin the things that they want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
Doin the things that they want to
Doin the things that they want to
Hey
It reminds me of the movies marty made about new york
(doin the things that he wants to)
Those frank and brutal movies that are so brilliant
(doin the things that he wants to)
True love meet the raging bull
(doin the things that he wants to)
Theyre very inspirational, I love the things they do
(doin the things that he wants to)
Doin the things that I want to
Theres not much you hear on the radio today
(doin the things that we want to)
But you could still see a movie or a play
(doin the things that we want to)
Heres to travis bickle and heres johnny boy
(doin the things that we want to)
Growing up in the mean streets of new york
(doin the things that we want to)
I wrote this song cause Id like to shake your hand
(doin the things that we want to)
In a way you guys are the best friends I ever had
(doin the things that we want to)
Doin the things that we want to
That we want to
A true love
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Blue Wall / Green Wall
What comes to my mind when I see a green wall?
A green wall reminds me of the grass so green
And the emerald most rarely seen
A green wall reminds me of the leaves so green
And a forest where I have never been
A green wall reminds me of trees with a lot of shade
And the fresh vegetables kept for trade.
What comes to my mind when I see a blue wall?
It reminds me of the sea so blue
I feel like jumping in it too
A blue wall reminds me of the blue sky
You can’t touch it cause it’s very high
A blue wall reminds me of the deep blue bear
It is very dangerous so beware
A blue wall reminds me of a blue whale
To reach it from the shore you have to sail.
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Road Song of the Bandar-Log
Here we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
Don't you wish you had extra hands?
Would n't you like if your tails were -- so --
Curved in the shape of a Cupid's bow?
Now you're angry, but -- never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two --
Something noble and grand and good,
Won by merely wishing we could.
Now we're going to -- never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird --
Hide or fin or scale or feather --
Jabber it quickly and all together!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
Now we are talking just like men.
Let 's pretend we are... never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Letting Go Today
today i am letting go of all the pain
today i am letting go of everything
and after today i will leave here knowing that you did love me
and i believe that things will change
all the things that were left unsaid
all the things we never did
i am letting go today
mom i am letting you go today
i understand that i have made some mistakes
some which i am still paying for today
but i am ready for change. it takes two to fight
and i refuse to fight anymore after today
dad i am letting go today
you gave me the best seven months of ma life
you showed me that everyone is not the same
and have different ways with dealing with things
i hurt you but i am letting all that go today
all the lies and the tears in ma eyes
tory i am letting go today
i was confused
had noone in the world to tell me what to do
i have so much pain and hate but im letting all that go today
i am humen and i dont always have the answer for everthing
i am tryen but i need to try harder.
so i am letting maself go today
all the hurt all the pain
i promise you i am letting it all go today
poem by Destiny Tatum
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My Best Friend
My alarm bark
Every morning
We're on the deck
Then back inside
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My protector
I know that bark
A warning to all
Someting isn't right
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My foot warmer
You sat by me
Content and happy
Just to be there
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My listener
You heard me
Tell those stories
Time and again
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
poem by Paul H Nelson
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Farewell to Love
WHILST yet to prove
I thought there was some deity in love,
So did I reverence, and gave
Worship; as atheists at their dying hour
Call, what they cannot name, an unknown power,
As ignorantly did I crave.
Thus when
Things not yet known are coveted by men,
Our desires give them fashion, and so
As they wax lesser, fall, as they size, grow.
But, from late fair,
His highness sitting in a golden chair,
Is not less cared for after three days
By children, than the thing which lovers so
Blindly admire, and with such worship woo;
Being had, enjoying it decays;
And thence,
What before pleased them all, takes but one sense,
And that so lamely, as it leaves behind
A kind of sorrowing dulness to the mind.
Ah cannot we,
As well as cocks and lions, jocund be
After such pleasures, unless wise
Nature decreed—since each such act, they say,
Diminisheth the length of life a day—
This; as she would man should despise
The sport,
Because that other curse of being short,
And only for a minute made to be
Eager, desires to raise posterity.
Since so, my mind
Shall not desire what no man else can find;
I'll no more dote and run
To pursue things which had endamaged me;
And when I come where moving beauties be,
As men do when the summer's sun
Grows great,
Though I admire their greatness, shun their heat.
Each place can afford shadows; if all fail,
'Tis but applying worm-seed to the tail.
poem by John Donne
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Observe the Quality of Your Way of Life
A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced,
By pledging to fraternities.
To become induced by materialism.
Pursued by greed.
Like those in such selective groups do.
Those who now say,
They can do what they choose!
A degree only shows a conformity to rules.
By an approval stamped on a piece of paper.
Proving the one receiving it...
Is fit to be shown,
How to screw over others too!
Observe the quality of your way of life.
Who with a degree has made it right?
Who with a BA, MA and/or PHD...
Has shown they had sense enough,
To avoid mistakes made...
That has brought today's economy,
To the brink of a catastrophe!
Who with a degree,
Can insist they have common sense?
And if this debate leads into an argument...
Be prepared to defend yourself.
Since talking BS politics...
Those educated,
Do their best at it!
A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced...
By the wickedness of luxuries.
That has increased more crime.
With homelessness and hunger!
Hosted by a society...
Dieting on addictions of all kinds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Feel a Sense of Worthlessness
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
Taken for granted and has seduced...you,
Into shameless needing!
Like an appendage depended upon.
And you?
You try not to feel lost without them!
But you lay craving their use.
Feeling useless.
You can not do without them.
They are attached like a habit.
Like a muscle flexed.
They grow on you to affix themselves.
Like a missing leech recognized when absent.
However...
These taxing blood suckers have no feeling for you at all.
They are just things!
Things.
Things.
And yet those things...
They stay on your mind!
On your mind they stay.
And yet...those things?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
Would you recognize yourself,
Without them?
Who are you anyway?
Do you know?
Have you cared to know?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At That Minute You'll Smile Or Maybe Cry
When you stand before deity
will your dog stand at the right hand
to give judgement?
Will your dog speak, wagging its tail
of love
and caring
concern
and play
and did you worry when he was ill?
Or will he stand there trembling
tail hung low
speaking of abandonment,
pain and beatings,
being left alone,
no one to play with,
empty food dishs,
empty water bowls
for days. The sadness?
Which will your dog tell?
poem by David Howerton
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Age
The body says one thing,
but the mind is in denial.
The clock is striking against you,
but the mind can’t accept the fact.
To the mind you can do,
all the things you used to do.
Age has a way of creeping up on you,
making it impossible to do the things,
that when you were twenty one,
you used to do with ease.
At some point the mind has to accept,
the body is getting weaker,
frailer than it was before.
poem by David Harris
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Sentimental
Girl I don't believe them
when they tell me you don't love me
sometimes you seem to think so little of me
everybody tells me that they see what's going on
so quick to criticise that what we have is wrong
see you with another
and I dunno what to do
cos the problem is
that I love you
I get sentimental (yeh)
baby please be gentle
baby please put my mind at ease
I get sentimental
yehhhhh
heyyyyy
you make me unstable
but I like it
never knowing where I stand
but then I hide it
the games that you play and the things that you say
and I really need to know
you got me completely I have fallen so deeply
so baby please don't let me go
I see you with another
and I dunno what to do
cos the problem is
that I love you
you know that I love youuu
I get sentimental (yeh)
baby please be gentle
baby please put my mind at ease
I get sentimental
the games that you play and the things that you say
and I really need to know
you got me completely I have fallen for so deeply
baby please don't let me go
I get sentimental (yeh)
baby please be gentle
baby please put my mind at ease
I get sentimental
[until fade]
song performed by by Gareth Gates from What My Heart Wants To Say
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Equally Sheltered And Confused
You can not believe what is going on?
And in your disbelief,
You seek and explanation for it?
Perhaps you should ask yourself this question...
'Where have I been not to have been a witness.
And how much of reality,
Have I chosen to dismiss? '
Whatever it is that is in existence today,
To even admit not to have known about this...
Is to personally announce the living in denial.
And the mind that you have,
Is both isolated and limited.
Leaving you not alone to share this point of view,
With others who too...
Are equally sheltered and confused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Was About A Lot Of Money
If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.
And if it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness attached to common sense.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.
And if it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
My eyes wouldn't cry when I see these scenes.
If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.
If it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness to instigate.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.
I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets each and everyday.
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets up and run the other way.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
There wouldn't be a single word I would say.
I wouldn't have concerns or feel this way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chi
Pain!
Buried so far away. into my life of nothing
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
I am so high always. burying my life so slowly.
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
It opens my mind to feelings. cant face bottom without something.
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Re-entering my head, feeling like Im god
With the world around me, cant you feel this pain?
Ripping through my heart!
Screaming through my mind!
Nothing I can kill!
Screaming a...
Lie! i! am!
Cant you tear my eyes out?
Cant you take my heart?
Away to heart
Good-bye...
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole this big
So I dig a hole this...
Pain, pain, pain...
song performed by by Korn
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Those Experiences One Obtains
Those experiences one obtains,
Are rarely exchanged.
Or can be teachable.
With the elimination of pain.
Or whatever it took to experience.
With a doing of it.
Some believe they can sit in classrooms.
And be taught common sense.
By the taking of notes.
Or stare out of windows daydreaming.
Thinking they can float through life,
Portraying one conscious and knowledgeable
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Tied To A Rush Of Confusion
An awakening occurs,
That establishes...
For the one witnessing it.
A freedom to express a consciousness.
That releases a mind,
Once tied to a rush of confusion...
One accepted as part of a life one gets.
And when this awakening does occur,
From an unrested peacelessness...
Tested by others not yet awakened.
There is a sense of quality of life that comes.
One begins to realize and connect...
To every experience one has endured.
And all of them collectively one's footsteps have met.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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