Screaming In Tantrum Fits
Many have been protected,
With a fantasizing to encourage...
Each step placed they make will be okay.
To believe their journey on any path ahead,
Will be freed of obstacles and safely paved.
Others had been given smelling salts.
In the early stages of 'their' journeys.
To keep them snapped, buckled and attached.
As truth they saddled to ride holding onto that.
With it defined in their minds to never be erased.
And those fed to nibble delicacies to sample and taste,
That became for them a preference made to face.
With Ddemands made that they get this when they wish,
No matter if the supply of it diminishes to nonexistence.
And disbelieving this they begin their screaming in tantrum fits,
Like spoiled kids.
Many have been protected with a fantasizing to encourage,
Each step placed they make for them will be okay.
And when that brick wall they run into gets in their way...
They then will seek,
Only revenge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey I and II
A journey that's made for the last time
Is poignant with thoughts of time past
Of people of moments of pictures
Sad to think this time is the last
A journey that's made for the first time
Is of scenes that pass by in a rush
No background, no substance, no meaning
Quick sketches with a broad brush
A journey that's made in the middle
Is tedium where the views are unseen
To get on, to pass by, to ignore
Insignificance born of routine
A journey that's made in the end
Is a trial borne day after day
To accept, to assist, to politely endure
Wasting one's interest away
A journey's that only made once
Is a privilege, not labour of love
To record, to appreciate, to absorb
And all of those verses above
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Journeys made by design
Are private attempts at fulfilment
To seek, to acquire, to perspire
At a painful pace of achievement
Journeys made in your mind
Are vital to real life success
To invent, to dispute, to evolve
Make our thinking progress
Journeys made in your soul
Result in new ways of seeing
Listening, guessing and smelling
Add body to your method of being.
Demand and Supply
Demand creates its own supply
Most of the times
If there is more demand than supply
The government should encourage
New investment
And if necessary
Encourage import of the shortage
On the other hand
If there is more supply than demand
The government should discourage
New investment
And encourage export
Of the surplus products and services
Thus
A country can balance demand and supply
For the welfare of its people
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Tower That Ate People
There's a bump in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard you call
There's a bump in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door
There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers down below me
Digging underground
Feel the building all around me
Like a wrap of armoured skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When you strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
You make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
?
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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No One Can Be Freed Completely
Shifting seasons one lives,
Present with them maladies.
Not often pleasant...
But come to inflict
To sit before they leave.
No one believes,
That a path
Carefully taken,
Has obstacles.
Adopted doubts,
And nonsense philosophies.
Can trap to bite,
Without a peaceful night of sleep.
Some may perceive,
They can breathe...
Free of obstacles.
No cake is baked,
Prepared with trim and icing made.
For taste to sample.
To be 'thee' example!
Wasting one's time,
Making up one's indecisive mind...
May find no satisfaction,
To avoid a reaction!
Shifting seasons one lives,
Present with them maladies.
Not often pleasant...
But come to inflict,
To sit before they leave.
No one can live freed,
Completely...
Of these obstacles!
No one can be freed completely,
Of these obstacles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life In A Glass Capsule
Out There...
A face-less world awaits me.
Crowded with rainbow-masked people,
all wearing their own veils of fury,
hiding fear stricken faces from me.
they search me on a barren world
To reveal the bare inside me.
Trying to tear my face-off,
In order to wreck havoc upon the good,
They scratch my cover,
with pieces of the sheet of reality,
which long ago shattered by visionaries.
Using the dark sledgehammers of hope,
They bang on the outer-shells,
fantasizing 'em breaking the locks of radicalism.
But...
I'm tubed within & encaged inside.
Protected from the silicon outside...
protected from what's not abnormal.
This is my safe of being safe.
This is my life...My own way of living...
Life inside a capsule of glass.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Crutch
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from...
Man I feel like hell so come on over
Be a love machine and I could be your friend
Aint no shame feel strong for one another
Make a real true color come end to end then
God damn, change of pace
I think theres still a piece of my heart on your face
Its a shame to let it waste
How does it taste? how does it taste?
Break it down in pieces, make it simple
cause you know damn well that Im a simple man
All these things go changing like the weather
And they stay that way until the weather man says
One down, gone to waste
I think theres still a piece of that smile on your face
And I would like to see it erased
There aint no two ways about it
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down, down, down
Bring it on then gone, use a lover
Like a cigarette the way that lovers do
One sweet song that starts a little slow and
Then goes on and on and makes you want to
Move around the room in circles
Everybody wants to be you
Try to find my place up on the map
Of all men youve been through
Dig a little deeper and youll realize
All Im building up youre tearing down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down, down, down, down, down
All you needed was a crutch
One step away from down
I could never be your crutch
I could break you down
I dont want to be the crutch
I dont want to be the crutch
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from...
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Crutch
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from...
Man I feel like hell so come on over
Be a love machine and I could be your friend
Aint no shame feel strong for one another
Make a real true color come end to end then
God damn, change of pace
I think theres still a piece of my heart on your face
Its a shame to let it waste
How does it taste? how does it taste?
Break it down in pieces, make it simple
cause you know damn well that Im a simple man
All these things go changing like the weather
And they stay that way until the weather man says
One down, gone to waste
I think theres still a piece of that smile on your face
And I would like to see it erased
There aint no two ways about it
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down, down, down
Bring it on then gone, use a lover
Like a cigarette the way that lovers do
One sweet song that starts a little slow and
Then goes on and on and makes you want to
Move around the room in circles
Everybody wants to be you
Try to find my place up on the map
Of all men youve been through
Dig a little deeper and youll realize
All Im building up youre tearing down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from down, down, down, down, down
All you needed was a crutch
One step away from down
I could never be your crutch
I could break you down
I dont want to be the crutch
I dont want to be the crutch
I dont want to be the crutch
One step away from...
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Nothing From The Almighty Do I Hide
The journey taken I've made,
Is not paved with purity.
Nor are my experiences free...
From temptating transgressions.
My choice to live the life I've been given,
Is just that!
My choice.
And adventure I will...
No matter who voices 'what' opinion!
I alone face obstacles I am presented.
And when those consequences come...
I am not one to run away,
In denial or allow myself to be subjected...
To a trial of those self righteous in the hiding,
Of their deceits.
To have others believe they live lives,
Without mistakes made!
I have made many.
I am not complete.
I am a work in progress.
And My Creator knows this.
And 'nothing' from The Almighty do I hide!
Nor do I wish to make the attempt to do so.
I am too much in love with this spirit...
To try to convince my life lived is perfect!
It aint.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps He Can Tell Us What He Knows
If one continues to remove obstacles,
Off of one's path.
And a journey one has taken has had,
Nothing but obstructions along the way.
To make it easier for others to follow.
One day someone will ask,
To have a curiosity finally revealed.
'This path we have taken,
Seems to have been cleared...
Prior to us getting here.
Who planted the trees and flowers,
Along this path and paved it?
How can we rightfully call ourselves pioneers,
When someone else obviously...
Had to have been here before we came.'
~That's a very good question.
Let us wait until others awaken to notice.
But for now we will take the credit.
There appears to be an elderly man up ahead,
Picking weeds.
Perhaps he can tell us what he knows.
And then we can document that with re-writes.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Drumroll Or A Cheering Audience
I was still in my early twenties,
When I felt I had earned my doctorate's degree.
After I had graduated from elementary school,
I had already received my 'bachelor's'.
I was taught to be accountable,
For every responsible action I made.
I did not have a childhood.
I had chores and responsibilities.
And had been a latchkey child by the age of 5.
That was before the innocence of children,
Were identified to be protected and realized.
I was taught to value independence....first!
I was still in my early twenties,
When I felt I had earned my doctorate's degree.
Married, divorced and a military veteran...
I knew my life had excelled through a course,
To experience early such maturity.
And that wasn't a choice!
But more like a marriage of enforcement.
And my tolerance for those who are ignorant is low.
Extremely!
Especially when I've seen people pull themselves up,
Out of places few would dare to go.
Without a drumroll or a cheering audience to encourage.
With so many today wasting their minds and time,
Debating their entitlements while sitting on wide behinds...
Expecting a delivery of some kind they did not earn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A journey of a Thousand Miles
a foot that lift high can be the first step that reach the
highest pick of the sky, as the eyes move in every
distance that may cause envy the sweet tasteless
journey of the past, who have come into the most
amazing fruit of today's compassion of knowing the
path in the season of spring
the menu of life experience, solidify in the harmony
of time, and the wall of the present entangle; the
cab wave of the past, you may not found the answer
in a melting snow, nor the falling rain to cleanse
your swollen face, the wounded flesh mark the
beginning of what life should be lived
as the truth, venture the birth of reason, one has to
open the call to face of what are clouds above each
knee, follow always the stream that flows and the
river that goes in the vast sea and ocean of what is
reality, for in every foot become a step towards the
gate of maturity the isle of every dream, hull the
journey of success
it is a thousand miles everyone wants to reach, stay
to refresh and humble for the path is slippery and full
of challenge to fulfill, making it lousy and smart make
your way to a beautiful morning at the end of each
journey, everybody will say thank you, this walk is for
me
let the feet step and the breathe easy and a thousand
steps journey for miles to see........
poem by Antonio Liao
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That’s Kids Just Messing Around
That’s Kids Just Messing Around
By: Adam J. Rubenstein
September 1009
State your name
State your claim
Tell me, from which you’ve came.
Manifest yourself
Never hide in vein
Set forth and shine
Now is the time
Stay on a righteous path
Never step on broken glass
Bite the tongue instead of l`as-shing out
Ask the kids what their day was about
Encourage, acknowledge, stand and be proud
Don’t beat,
Give em heat,
When they’re just messing around
It’s all in good fun;
It was done,
When we were young
They’re supposed to tear up the town
That’s kids, just messing around.
poem by Adam Rubenstein
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Hand That Helps
Hand in hand you clap
Encourage others and solder you tap
Hand alone can be used for slap
In backward direction you step
Hand that build nation
Hand that develops relation
Hand that pulls the cart
And finally hands make you smart
Hand covers your eyes
Yet people look at and try
Hands that comes to rescue
Allow few people to view
Surge ahead with waving hand
Make all to follow and make friends
See to it that you are constant with trend
See the joy in life at the end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Satin Doll
This scary face on the wall
His watch kills every minute
With a sherlock holmes hat
And a rope around his neck
cause she said
Satin doll, satin doll
Step by step
Against the wall, against the wall
Step
cause she said
Satin doll, satin doll
Step by step
Promises
Promises
Is what she said
Whos the vampires praying
He strangles me every minute
These purple eyes talk to him
Get me out of this constraint
Satin doll, satin doll
Step by step
Against the wall, against the wall
Step...
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Weeds Are Not Uprooted
To encourage a section to serve
Will make the other take it granted.
To encourage a section to forgive
Will make the other go scot-free.
To educate a section tolerance
Will make the other inconsiderate.
By weeding, the weed is not uprooted.
The left weeds will get more place to grow in.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blood On Their Hands
Delusions are difficult to erase,
From minds nourished to believe...
They are entitled to take and receive,
And do as they please.
Delusions fed,
Can not envision concepts...
Of having little to nothing left,
To continue feeding a greed.
Every aspect of this consciousness,
Has been spoiled by intriguing propaganda.
And hyped to delight in another's defeat.
Without a self reflection done or apology.
But a brick wall stalls when made of concrete.
And hitting one's head against it,
Does not advance one to a conquering done...
Sweetened by victory.
As one would like to rewrite history.
A brick wall made,
And built thickened by concrete...
Only leaves a head beatened against it,
To bleed internally.
Since prior activities,
To ensure it isolates and stands...
Has been built by the very ones,
With blood now on their hands.
And drips...
Without consideration,
Of an evaluation to self examine.
And this has created,
Unhealthy mindsets that debate matter over substance...
With an absence of reason and cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overheated
Step back.
Look at it.
Deep breathe...
Then go.
Step back.
Look at it.
Deep breathe...
Then go.
Step back.
Look at it.
Deep breathe...
Then go.
And if this is a brick wall,
These attempts are made...
To try to break through,
It is best to check to see...
If there is a door open.
And if there is...
An experience teaches,
Checking for cleared entrances...
Is the first thing one should do!
With a saving of time,
And a cooling down...
Of an overheated attitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(High) Visibility
find something mindless i can advocate
make up the me i want to be
then always keep a finger on the pulse
maintain high visibility
grubbing for any contact, i can make
then dig in deep to get ahead
line up the prospects that i think will take
you know you have to use your head
and inability
remains protected
the company i keep
won't let me ever be rejected
and inability
remains protected
the company i keep
won't let me ever be rejected
song performed by by Helmet
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Step Up From Imbecile
He has yet to be sworn into office.
And already they are attempting,
To hold him accountable for the affects
Of their self inflicted ills.
Like children who break their own toys...
Screaming to find someone else to blame.
And wasting time to make claims for their blunders.
With expectations to have their wishes fix,
Their selfish temper tantrum fits!
Yes he has much to do and get done quick!
Without the benefit of a magic wand,
To do the trick.
But he is the one qualified to do his best.
Since the mess he has inherited...
Has been created by others,
Who have yet to confess...
Their complete and total ineptness!
And calling them that...
Would be a step up from imbecile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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