Sarcastic Wit
I once convinced myself,
I could curb my sarcastic wit.
And for all of ten minutes,
I tolerated my enforced patience.
Hoping the expressions in my eyes...
With an eyebrow lift,
Would deliver my thoughts...
Without them coming through my lips.
But the torment shown on my face,
Could not erase the smoke slowly emitting...
From my ears.
And when it was mentioned to me,
My eyeballs look as if they would pop out of my head...
And my face was beginning to turn beet red?
Well...
Immediately I panicked.
Black folks are not known to turn beet red!
I was not prepared to become a phenomenon.
OR a statistic.
I realized for health reasons,
It is better for me to be sarcastic.
Than to pass out to accomplish the impossible...
By attempting to keep my mouth closed.
Instead of freely saying to another...
What it is I have to say.
Since I am not into rolling eyes...
Or speaking out of both sides of my mouth.
Like some folks I know,
Afraid that being direct...
May effect their standing in gosssip circles.
And who have popularized,
The 'look away as they speak'...
Delivery when communicating.
And...
They are quite comfortable in the doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envy of the eye & the nose
Let the eye and the nose
Argue why the eyebrow
Who does nothing
Occupies
A Higher Exalted Position,
& even this
Mouth which
Speaks and eats
Thoughts and food,
Have reason to complain,
Why the eyebrow
Up when it
Does nothing?
Its placement is meant
To make you look like
One normal human face
The brain understands
What happens when
The eyebrow is transferred
Below the lips, and you
Know very well, the
Eyebrow really, does
Not mind, if you look like
An alien with a spike.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When It Needs To Be Turned Off
I would never be convinced,
You could ever be on my side.
Your lips are quick,
To deliver cynical and sarcastic quips.
With statements made that you are not serious.
And I too have a sense of humor.
But I know when it needs to be turned off.
Like you do me on several occasions
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Aspect Of It!
Just because you do not see me driving,
Do not assume I am not licensed to drive.
Or that I do not 'think'...
Because I do not look the part.
You don't see half the things I do and have done.
Nor are you on my agenda.
And folks who focus their sights on others...
Are the first who find these times we live,
Difficult to adjust.
Even though they feel they 'must'...
Demand understanding,
Without participating in the development of it.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
With claims they don't know what is going on!
And rush they do to prevent,
The circumstances of truth.
Coming to bombard and overwhelm.
With the consequences of their ignorance.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
Yet conflict they are quick to define...
Instead of using their minds to take time,
Comprehending remedies.
To set aside a strategy...
To stop the havoc that has begun,
Happening in their own lives.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
And this kind of mindset today,
Is reflected on a massive scale.
People into minding the business of others...
Have found their business in shambles.
Every aspect of it!
With shock and disbelief,
As a return for their 'investment'!
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
The ones who rush to cover their butts,
With implusive mindless decisions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Subway
He saw her at the subway station
Standing on the platform waiting for the train.
Inside the car they sat in front of each other.
She was quite young.
Though not strikingly pretty
She was good looking and attractive
And he liked her back-combed black hair.
It was long and lustrous and gathered into a chignon
And softened with a purple satin ribbon
That matched her elegant blue dress.
She wore high heeled black shoes
And her ivory skin shone on her comely legs.
The train moved and stopped
And moved again
At the stations the doors opened and closed
And people streamed out and in.
She sat quietly in her seat
And then opened her purse
And pulled out a candy
Wrapped in golden paper.
She removed carefully the wrapping
Put the candy slowly into her mouth
And then folded neatly the paper
And put it back into her purse.
He watched her discretely for a short while
And then closed his eyes
And when he opened them he saw
That she cast a timid glance looking at him.
He liked her.
He wanted to start a conversation with her
But somehow it just did not seem appropriate
To address a complete stranger on a train
And besides he was afraid to say something silly.
So he remained silent.
He wanted to say something to her
But he did not have the courage.
And then suddenly he panicked
Because he realized that he cannot speak
That he cannot pass through the invisible barrier
That extended between them
That despite her presence
He cannot reach out to her
That he is unable to have her in his life
And that they soon will get off the train
And he probably never will see her again.
The car wheels
Kept clacking and rattling over the rails
And they both sat silently on their seats
Two lonely islands in a withdrawn crowd.
Then the subway pulled into a station
And it was time to alight from the car.
Without saying a word
He walked through the door
And across the car window he saw her.
She was looking at him.
The train began to move slowly
Along the platform of the station
A moving image melting away
Like an ice dragon in the heat of summer.
In a few seconds it vanished
Into the thin air through the dark mouth
Of the subway tunnel.
poem by Paul Hartal
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The Thought Of Being Heard
Should I spare you the agony,
Of believing there is a need for your response?
There isn't.
As long as we keep between us,
This rare eye contact...
I will remain appreciative of that.
Since...
I am accustomed to communicating with those,
Who scan anyone from head to toe.
And those who don't have turned up noses,
As they walk down the streets...
Often talk to me standing sideways,
With their eyes staring at my feet.
As if my voice is coming from any place other,
Than my mouth.
With the aid of using my lips and teeth!
However...
The people living in my environment,
Are more prepared to gossip...
Than they are to have a one on one.
Something that is meaningly done.
And having this eye contact you give me,
Makes me feel you understand.
And you don't have to say a word.
It's just the thought of being heard,
That has been worth this entire experience.
Thank you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paths Of Glory
You squirt out red and turn so yellow
And then you made me kill my own
Im not afraid (coming, coming,...)
But Im afraid (coming, coming,...)
(chorus)
Blood in your eyes again
Bravery, the face of man
Blood on your mind again
Chivalry, the face of man
Blood in your lies again
Enemy, the face of man
Blood in your eyes again
Again, again, again
Is this the only path of glory?
If so, then I wont go along
Follow the trail (running, running,...)
Follow the trail (running, running,...)
(repeat chorus)
Again (x 21)
Im not afraid
But Im afraid
Im not afraid
But Im afraid
song performed by by Faith No More
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Super Sadist
Super angry
Super hated
Super evil
Super serrated
Super guitar
Super faded
Never sad sad sad
Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist
Keeps his hands in his mouth
That's gold plated
Hates himself more and more
Cause he's made it
Super evil
Super jaded
Never sad sad sad
Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist
Super high tech
Super pay check
Super ego
Super hate pro
Super cautious
Super nauseous
Never sad sad sad
Super all gone
Super hold on
Super ego
Super phenomenon
Super destroy
Super small boy
Never sad sad sad
Super asshole
Super nothing
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Face Up
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
You turn my head
I spin my wheels
Running on empty --
You know how that feels
Im on a roll now --
Or is it a slide?
Cant be too careful
With that dangerous pride
If I could only reach that dial inside
And turn it up
Face up -- or you can only back down
Face up -- hit the target, or you better hit the ground
Face up -- theres still time to turn the game around
Face up -- turn it up -- or turn that wild card down
Turn it up
Dont complain
Dont explain
I dont think my new resolve
Can stand the strain
Im in a groove now --
Or is it a rut?
I need some feedback
But all the lines are cut
I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut
And turn it up
You get all squeezed up inside
Like the days were carved in stone
You get all wired up inside
And its bad to be alone
You can go out, you can take a ride
And when you get out on your own
You get all smoothed out inside
And its good to be alone
Turn it up
song performed by by Rush
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Music Is Hapiness
I lift up my hands
The smile on my face tells all
The music
Takes me away
Away from everything bad
The Music
It makes me laugh
It makes me happy
I lift up my hands
Sway back and forth
If there is one thing good in this world
Its Music
It fills my mind
With good thoughts
Replacing the bad ones
My eyes
Full of joy
Instead of sadness
The music
Is my happiness
I lift up my hands
Shake my head back and forth
My hair in my face
The music
It lets me
Come out of my shell
The music
Lets me be who I am
I lift up my hands
The rhythm pounds on my eardrums
The ends of my mouth
Curl up
Instead of down
I lift my head
Brush the hair out of my eyes
The music
Is my happiness
Just Not There
Some folks don't and wont get it.
What has been said to them or done.
A thorough and complete programming instilled...
Has been fed and eaten,
By nearly everyone.
What some may see as bleak...
As their false foundations have been shakened,
From beneath their feet.
Others view this as opportunities to dismiss conflicts.
To begin to fix those divisions that have kept folks hiding,
Behind nonsense and their foolishness.
But some folks don't and wont get it.
What has been said to them or done.
A thorough and complete programming instilled...
Has been fed and eaten.
By nearly everyone.
And the ones who have awakened,
With a consciousness prepared.
Are very reluctant to share what is known!
Since a clarity in the eyes of most...
Is just not there!
With a promise it is coming to be shown,
To make an appearance anywhere!
Anytime,
Soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Path Of Glory
You squirt out red and turn so yellow
And then you made me kill my own
Im not afraid (coming)
But Im afraid
Blood in your eyes again
Bravery, the face of man
Blood on your mind again
Chivalry, the face of man
Blood in your lies again
Enemy, the face of man
Blood in your eyes, again, again, again
Is this the only path of glory?
If so then I wont go alone
Follow the trail (running)
Follow the trail
Blood in your eyes again
Bravery, the face of man
Blood on your mind again
Chivalry, the face of man
Blood in your lies again
Enemy, the face of man
Blood in your eyes, again, again, again
Again [several times]
Im not afraid, but Im afraid
Im not afraid, but Im afraid
song performed by by Faith No More
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The Stranger
Never am I so alone
As when I walk among the crowd —
Blurred masks of stern or grinning stone,
Unmeaning eyes and voices loud.
Gaze dares not encounter gaze,…
Humbled, I turn my head aside;
When suddenly there is a face…
Pale, subdued and grievous-eyed.
Ah, I know that visage meek,
Those trembling lips, the eyes that shine
But turn from that which they would seek
With an air piteous, divine!
There is not a line or scar,
Seal of a sorrow or disgrace,
But I know like sigils are
Burned in my heart and on my face.
Speak! O speak! Thou art the one!
But thou hast passed with sad head bowed;
And never am I so alone
As when I walk among the crowd.
poem by Robert Nichols
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Turn It On
Put your face up to the window
Tell me all about your gay folks
It feels better when you in it
If your nervous use the pay phone
Put your face where we can see it
Put it on a show on cable
You can really show it all there
Turn it on when you are able
(chorus)
Turn it on
Turn it on and all the way up
Turn it on
In your houses when you wake up
Turn it on
When you aint got no relation
To all those other stations
Turn it on
Put your life into a bubble
We can pick you up on radar
Hit a satelite with feeling
Give the people what they paid for
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Charles Carville's Eyes
A melanholy face Charles Carville had,
But not so melancholy as it seemed,
When once you knew him, for his mouth redeemed
His insufficient eyes, forever sad:
In them there was no life-glimpse, good or bad,
Nor joy nor passion in them ever gleamed;
His mouth was all of him that ever beamed,
His eyes were sorry, but his mouth was glad.
He never was a fellow that said much,
And half of what he did say was not heard
By many of us: we were out of touch
With all his whims and all his theories
Till he was dead, so those blank eyes of his
Might speak them. Then we heard them, every word.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Few Hours At Their Disposal to Doze
Work involved was discovered,
For the many of them...
Doing things on a whim!
It isn't as easy as 'making' a baby.
Or turning on one's TV.
Those things done with little effort.
As one in minutes...
Or seconds becomes pleased.
A production is easier to take,
From the outside looking in!
It is not as easy as critiquing.
And that seems to be done quicker,
Than one can sip tea.
Although impatiently waiting,
For this to be prepared to one's taste.
As one hopes it would be
It isn't nearly as easy as it is,
To sit and wish.
Or complain as someone else does it.
It may look easy to supervise.
But it isn't.
Laziness is quick to detect.
No rest here is involved.
At all.
To accomplish something requires work.
With a 'w' connected to the O, R and K.
And if one wishes to produce dreams...
One day it will be realized,
Dreams that come to life...
Do not flow freely as if water in a stream.
Or from a tap to drip!
Nor do they come to a baited hook,
Upon the sight of it.
For one with no patience to fish.
And many are left sitting with their visions.
'I 'almost' caught one THIS big.'
If one wishes to succeed...
They must also prepare to sweat and bleed.
And show that with little effort!
That's the 'key' of it if it is a desired wish.
If not?
Folks with no experience,
Should keep their mouths closed.
But they don't.
Those who wish to succeed,
Have few hours at their disposal to doze.
OR snack happily in between commercials shown.
'Are you in the kitchen?
Do you mind bringing me a beer?
And a sandwich with lettuce and tomatos.
If there is chips...
Bring those too! '
To complete is to 'doing'
As that is to getting something done.
Usually with less lip.
And likely with far less tongue!
For the one who knows what it takes...
To break a sweat without regret.
Even if that should require one to run.
'Don't try to tell me how to raise my children! '
~I'm not trying to tell you how to do that at all.
However,
If they insist on playing in my backyard...
'You' teach them how to mow my grass.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face To Face
Only when you travel
Very deep inside yourself
Can you recognise the stranger
You've become
And suddenly you're standing
On your own
Far from Home
Far from Home
And when we're face to face
Look in my eyes
And when we're face to face
Tell me no lies
You know we need help
And I'm with you
All of the way
All of the way
All of the way
Only love can take a man
And turn him inside out
Time to turn the page and start
A whole new story now
Once again we're standing
On our own
With far to go
With far to go
With far to go
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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When Ears Don't Listen and Eyes Don't See
why we have two ears that can't be naturally closed
but we less listening than talking
why we have one mouth that technically is not locked
but we speak nothing less than complaint
why we have two hands that carved beautifully
but we use it to hurt someone we love
why we have two eyes that sparkling wide
but you only look at me from one side
are your hands made to close your ears
and your eyes are blind to see damage
are your hands made to lock your mouth
and you are scared to accept truth
why we have two legs that walk graciously
but you always step away from me when I try to get closer
why we have one heart that we keep sacredly
but we can't control to whom it belongs
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Mind Dance
I caught my reflection in the mirror
It was my own hand that ran through my hair,
I listened as my favorite artist crooned
Closed my eyes
Imagined your touch
There in the warmth of your lap,
I rest my head
My eyes stay closed
Your hand
The hand of love and warmth
Gently caresses my face,
My mouth
And slowly
Your fingers run through my hair
From the base of my roots
to the tips of the strand
You touch me,
And I am whole.
poem by Nancy Fischer
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Unmediated Experience
She does this thing. Our seventeen-
year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog.
Our mostly dead dog, statistically
speaking. When I crouch.
When I put my mouth to her ear
and shout her name. She walks away.
Walks toward the nothing of speech.
She even trots down the drive, ears up,
as if my voice is coming home.
It’s like watching a child
believe in Christmas, right
before you burn the tree down.
Every time I do it, I think, this time
she’ll turn to me. This time
she’ll put voice to face. This time,
I’ll be absolved of decay.
Which is like being a child
who believes in Christmas
as the tree burns, as the drapes catch,
as Santa lights a smoke
with his blowtorch and asks, want one?
The Air That I Breathe
I've been trying for hours just to think of what exactly to say
I thought I'd leave you with a letter or firey speech
Like when an actor makes an exit at the end of a play
And I've been dying for hours trying to fill up all the holes with some sense
I'd like to know how you faded and you threw it away
I'd like to give you all the reasons and what everything meant
Well I could tell you good-bye or maybe see you around
With just a touch of a sarcastic thanks
We started out with a bang and at the top of the world
Now the guns are exhausted and the bullets are blanks
And everything's blank
Chorus:
If I could find the words then I would write it all down
If I could only find a voice I would speak
Oh it's there in my eyes so can't you see me tonight
C'mon and look at me and read 'em and weep
chorus
I've been whispering softly, trying to build a cry up to a scream
We let the past slip away, and put the future on hold
Now the present is nothing but a hollowed out dream
And I've been dying for hours trying to fill up all the holes with some sense
I'd like to know why you faded and you threw it away
I'd like to give you all the reasons and what everything meant
Well I could tell you good-bye or maybe see you around
With just a touch of a sarcastic thanks
But now the rooms are all empty, the candles are dark
The guns are exhausted and the bullets are blanks, and everything's blank
chorus
It's there in my eyes and coming straight from my heart
It's running silent and angry and deep
It's there in my eyes and it's all I can say, c'mon and read 'em and weep
Read 'em and weep - for all the hours we'll be spending alone
Read 'em and weep - for the dreams wec12
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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