Particular
Particular!
And yet
With specific needs.
Wassup with this?
What is there missing?
How particular can one be?
Has addressing sacrifice,
Not be taught?
One has lofty thoughts,
Of what one deserves.
And,
Just perhaps
One has been accustomed to serve,
Sacrificing.
With a doing of it for too long.
There is nothing wrong,
In the knowing of that which one wants.
And not what someone else,
Chooses to select what is suitable.
For one to receive to get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Ways To Them That Will Stun
A sacrificing done,
Need not be sacrificial.
That which is knowingly sacrificed,
To those with that done as an experience...
Who someday will receive those benefits.
And to them it will become beneficial,
In ways to them that will stun!
In ways those and others knowing...
A sacrificing did has been done,
With a denying of themselves consumption.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Is Another Chance
Stuck in a backed up duct...
A flow has start to slow.
And there one sits until a busted luck,
Erupts!
In a panic that one shows.
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Or sip on booze to fuel.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Plucked like a duck that will get stuffed.
To cook until one's done.
One like this is too corrupt.
With winning thoughts to come.
But gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Or sip on booze to fuel.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Or pick a fight to feud.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Been Missing You
Do I know if you are sleeping
Cause you lie so still and warm
Yeh the darness and the silence wrap around me
Dont hear your cries that make me sleep so sound
Maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
If one day you said you were happy
I think your spell would be broken for good
Sometimes I pray
If you are unkind to me
Maybe Ill love you more for that
And maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
And maybe Ive been missing you
Ive been missing you
For so long yeh yeh
song performed by by Texas
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Ive Been Missing You
Do I know if you are sleeping
Cause you lie so still and warm
Yeh the darness and the silence wrap around me
Dont hear your cries that make me sleep so sound
Maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
If one day you said you were happy
I think your spell would be broken for good
Sometimes I pray
If you are unkind to me
Maybe Ill love you more for that
And maybe Ive been missing you
Oh maybe Ive been missing you
For so long
And maybe Ive been missing you
Ive been missing you
For so long yeh yeh
song performed by by Texas
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To Nurture An Insight
He learned to walk in his baby shoes.
And taught not to touch things
Easily reached
Yet laying teasing him to abuse.
Manipulating with eyes
Only a child often can use...
Slick and mixed from a bag of tricks,
He pulls each to see who becomes fooled.
Quick with lessons taught...
In new shoes he now has bought,
Armed with charm and mannerisms maintained...
A little boy no more he is,
Free now to select his own aches and pains!
To achieve aims and a wealth of assorted gains.
Games he can play...
If he chooses to go that way!
That depends on strengths encouraged,
And who followed through to nurture
An insight that can flourish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justify
Babys gone
Said shes movin on
Telling me
I aint comin along
I thought you said you were satisfied
Youve given up on everything we tried for, why?
How can you justify sacrificing our love
Justify
Sacrificing our love
Smoking gun
Hoid it in your hand
You cant deny
Im the victim of your plan
Innocence with a guilty side
I dont understand
Tell me why oh why
How can you justify sacrificing our love
Justify
Sacrificing our love
Lonely hearts finally find a home
Then they part
Like everybody does
Guess the love meant more to me
Go your way
But I cant see... why
How can you justify sacrificing our love
Justify
Sacrificing our love
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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A holy task
No one can assume holy task
It can be only be consciously asked
Your heart may beat for unusual things
Sometimes impossible or something
It does not serve the aim
No one can stake the claim
It is like milking holy cow
We want but do not know how?
Love is bound to make you blind
No one has tried for any specialty to find
Thee almighty is generous enough to make us long
There appears nothing unusual or wrong
How one can think he or she deserves?
Where does the purpose materialize or serve?
One should never think of disservice
If that is going to land in severance
Every human being deserves love and affection
The whole concept revolves round the inception
How you react and develop the relation?
Without going into futility of other questions
It may be miscarriage before birth
The relation may end as there is no dearth
Any one may find suitable match
Only you must have proper eye to catch
Why one should think whether he deserves or not/
It is useless to think for unnecessary things to be fought
It may create wide gulf and lead to breakage
It is nice to fall in life as general average
Love is realized with magical eyes
Your fancy travels across globe and flies
It comes back only to feel that it is dream
Finally you get lost in bed with dream
It is possible that same may be thought by other companion
If both go in same direction then there won't be any union
The cause may be lost forever for nothing
Love is mutual and it has nothing to with anything
It is pulse that is felt
In no time your anger melts
Fragrance is internally built
You feel no regret or guilt
Love to live with grace
There are many things to face
Love is also considered as an important race
One should not pretend for it in any case
Who can claim or say he does not deserve for any reason?
Not all may like every seasons
The nature plays its part as usual
It has no part to play as dual
Leave it to the best judgment of partner
He or she may be thinking on same lines later or sooner
No one can over emphasis on silly things to obstruct
The inner conscious may come to the rescue and instruct
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Sacrifice
If you know what it is like to sacrifice,
With the rewards of the benefits to you received...
Why do you vocalize the doing of it with such contempt?
Are you seeking more of the acknowledgement?
And the sacrificing you claim to do,
Has yet to be noticed by others?
What is it that you sacrifice?
False pride, your self centered ego or both?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over The Lofty Mountains
Wonder I must, what I once may see
Over the lofty mountains!
Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;
Standing here, each evergreen tree
Over the heights is yearning;--
Will it be long in learning?
Pinions strong bear the eagle away
Over the lofty mountains
Forth to the young and vigorous day;
There he exults in the swift, wild play,
Rests where his spirit orders,--
Sees all the wide world's borders.
Full-leaved the apple-tree wishes naught
Over the lofty mountains!
Spreading, when summer hither is brought,
Waiting till next time in its thought;
Many a bird it is swinging,
Knowing not what they are singing.
He who has longed for twenty years
Over the lofty mountains,
He who knows that he never nears,
Smaller feels with the lapsing years,
Heeds what the bird is singing
Cheerily to its swinging.
Garrulous bird, what will you here
Over the lofty mountains?
Surely your nest was there less drear,
Taller the trees, the outlook clear;--
Will you then only bring me
Longings, but naught to wing me?
Shall I then never, never go
Over the lofty mountains?
Shall to my thoughts this wall say,--No!
Stand with terror of ice and snow,
Barring the way unwended,
Coffin me when life is ended?
Out will I! Out!--Oh, so far, far, far,
Over the lofty mountains!
Here is this cramping, confining bar,
Baffling my thoughts, that so buoyant are;--
Lord! Let me try the scaling,
Suffer no final failing!
Sometime I know I shall rise and soar
Over the lofty mountains.
Hast Thou already ajar Thy door?--
Good is Thy home! Yet, Lord, I implore,
Hold not the gates asunder,--
Leave me my longing wonder!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Humming
Closer,
No hesitation,
Give me,
All that you have.
And its been so long,
That I cant explain
And its been so long,
Right now,so wrong.
Naked,
My thoughts are creeping,
Too late,
The show has begun.
cause its been so long,
That I cant confess,
And its been so long,
Right now so wrong.
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed,
If I remain, how will I know.
cause its been so long,
That I cant be sure,
And its been so wrong,
Right now, so wrong.
song performed by by Portishead
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Right The Wrong
An indian woman buried her grampa in the black hills
When she was young he used to tell her
That these hills belonged to her still
And even though injustice took them hills away
One day well get them back, he said
And the suns gonna shine that day
When we say, right the wrong
Before she laid him down to rest
She heard his voice in the wilderness
Sayin I got six feet of it back
And now we can right the wrong
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Did you hear the one about the boy just 17
Three years hard time for stealing ice cream
First offence and all his dreams are gone
How long before they right the wrong?
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Right the wrong
2, 3, uh
1, 2, 1-2, come on
(right the wrong baby)
Far be it from me to say
It seem like we could stop the flow of snow in the sky today
But I guess the weather man he likes the rain
Aint that insane
Now sing
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame?
(come on, come on, come on)
Did you hear me baby?
Right the wrong
Im 6 feet in the grave
Im 6 feet in the grave
(right right, right right)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (right the wrong right the wrong)
This young man with a talented soul (right the wrong right the wrong)
Died when he wanted 2. (right the wrong right the wrong)
The [life/light]that lives (right the wrong right the wrong)
So he shall not be pitied
Nor shall the guity be forgiven
Until they find it in their hearts to
Right the wrong
song performed by by Prince
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Good Morning Dear
Mickey newbury
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear?
Should I still feel all the sunshine
That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her?
Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
Her little girl illusions
Built the wall of confusion between right and wrong
That stands between her and the dream I had cherished so long
Now faded and tattered, once all that mattered when she was here
And a mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear?
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Respect It Deserves
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason!
Those believing a manipulation succeeds,
Eventually spend their lives...
In some form of recovery.
In an 'IF' wished.
Either a reflection is done,
On a waste of time committed.
Or a chase to catch up,
To escape from the past...
Is foolishly admitted.
In an 'IF' wished.
However one comes to interpret,
These times we live...
It is certain,
There has been an issuing...
Of duties to be done,
Based upon an alignment...
Of Cosmic assignments.
Most of which have gone ignored.
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason,
Beyond the limited depths of our understanding.
And...
As long as that becomes understood,
Those frustrations we face will be erased.
As long as this place we call Earth,
Begins to receive the respect it deserves.
We serve 'It'.
Much more than 'It' needs us to serve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distance, Or Connection?
it is time to throw the damned tea into the harbor again!
every thought we have, every feeling we have,
every word we speak, every action we do...
either creates distance between human beings,
or creates a connection!
distance equals death,
connection equals life!
i am sick and tired of the bullshit that says:
we are right and they are wrong,
we are good and they are evil.
our religion is right, and theirs is wrong.
we're going to heaven, they're going to hell...
a damned lie!
every human being deserves the right to be human.
every human being deserves the right to love, and be loved.
every human being deserves the dignity of equality.
every human being deserves the right to work,
to have shelter, to be fed, to dream!
every human being deserves to be free!
i choose connection!
if you choose distance, walk away.
my religion is human interaction.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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She Deserves So Much More
Her mom is a bitch
She deserves so much more
This is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
She deserves to have a good stable life
And not the shaky one she has now
She deserves a good and loving family
And not one that treats her like shit
That is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
Is it too much to ask
All she wants it to be loved
But no your in Wonder Land with Alice
Having a nice trip?
All she wants is to get what she deserves
And it sure as hell isn't you
That is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
Why do you think she wants to leave the place so soon
Hmm... Let me think
Oh its because of you
This is were I come in and give her all my love
She deserves so much more
And it sure as hell isn't you
(4-25-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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I Have Gone Long, Long Time
I have gone long, long time
Not knowing where to find you-
Peace was never meant for me,
Only heartache and tears-
I have gone long, long time
Without you, darling,
Losing hope that we'll ever
Be together,
But I walked alone and stayed
The course-
I have gone long, long time
Thinking of you, knowing
It was you who would be
There in the end-
The light that would lead me
Back home.
I have gone long, long time
Loving you and missing you,
Knowing well that the path
Would be winding and filled
With pain.
I have gone long, long time
Through the rivers of solitude,
Through the nights of despair,
Through the crowds of anonymity-
Just to hear your voice crystal clear,
Just to touch your lips and feel
The warmth of your hands,
Embracing me.
I have gone long, long time
Through the hills of pain
And the deserts of banality,
Through the corridors filled
With empty laughter and ignorance.
I have gone long, long time
Just to tell you I love you, darling.
March 7,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I wont be home again.
Maybe someday youll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, youll say to no one:
Isnt something missing?
You wont cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isnt something missing?
Isnt someone missing me?
[chorus]
Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I wont be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
Isnt something missing?
Isnt someone missing me?
[chorus]
And if I bleed, Ill bleed,
Knowing you dont care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isnt something missing?
Isnt something...
[chorus]
song performed by by Evanescence
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Accustomed
Sometimes we see things
day in and day out
that we get so accustomed
to them always being there,
that when they go missing
we still think they are there.
It is only when something else happens,
that we suddenly realise,
that it is not there,
leaving us scratching our heads
wondering where and when
it had disappeared.
Our brain gets accustomed to seeing things
and it takes a while for it to register
when some things have gone.
poem by David Harris
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Missing You
The sun shines through the open window,
The empty sides the shadows shallow
My arm circles nothing at all,
My fingers reach to touch the wall.
Missing you when Im away,
Think of things Id like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
Mundane thoughts during the day,
Suddenly to see your face,
Interrupted thoughts have gone,
Knowing that youre all I want.
Missing you when Im away,
Think of things Id like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
The awesome love I feel for you,
To see you now what would I do,
The desperate feeling youre not there,
To be with you pull out my hair.
Missing you when Im away,
Think of things Id like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
song performed by by Madness
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