Self Destructive Praise
With no sense of natural rhythm.
And no sense of what that beat kept,
Keeps...
Within a soul that can feel this deeply.
Without losing sleep.
Out of tune and out of step...
Are they in search of assurance.
And yet,
An acceptance of who they are is rejected...
For fear that correcting what is out of sync,
Would be to admit their imperfectness.
And this will not be admitted.
Even if denial affects mental aspects...
Of a self destructive praise implemented to isolate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Stink!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
All I've ever wanted from you,
Was your trust.
Although my honesty shows,
Perhaps I trust too much.
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
I get the message!
You have preferences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of Sync
Shes out of sync
And everyone around her
Knows that something is wrong
Shes out of sync
Shes got all the symptoms
Of a girl who skipped a beat
Shes out of sync
A piece of ancient history
Shes a walking mirage
Shes out of sync
She entered through the exit
And never stopped to think
Shes out of sync shes a half step behind
Shes out of luck her body split from her mind
Shes out of orbit shell never connect
Shell run out of time before she accepts shes out of sync
Shes out of sync ---- (sync)
Shes out of sync ---- (sync)
Shes out of sync
And everybody senses
Theres a distance to keep
Shes out of sync
And totally committed
To living in a dark age
Shes out of sync
Shes constantly undoing
Whats already been done
Shes out of sync
Trapped in a silent movie
And shes on the brink
Shes out of focus
Shes a warp in time
Shes discontinued
A break in the line
song performed by by Devo
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Admit This
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
All you need to do is internalize.
And don't compromise with another disguise.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
And if we can admit this...
You can too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Walk in Mansarovar Park
The sun was ready to set,
The sky had turned amber.
I felt compelled to get
Out, as I suddenly remembered,
How the view made me feel.
I could miss a meal,
Not this gorgeous sight.
It just seems right.
The birds are homeward bound.
They are so high in the sky I can’t hear a sound,
I feel in harmony
It’s kind of funny,
Here in the Mansarovar Park,
Where I come for a walk
I feel one with my creator,
And all the mental layers
Of fear, anxiety just disappear.
It uplifts my spirit and mood
As nothing else could.
I feel a sense of being
And find no reason to sing
In praise of Lord at a temple,
While there is ample
Proof of his Presence in everything
I can feel his blessings
I am because he is
This realization fills me with bliss.
I bow my head in acceptance
And have no words to express his benevolence
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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What is music?
What is music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body
What is music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day
What is music?
Music is something that never changes, just Evolves
Music brings people together of all ages
No matter what you believe in, music brings Common ground
What is music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life
Music is something that can’t be taken away
I will always and forever have MY music
poem by Jessica Cole
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Absent Tune
In everything we do lies a melody
that absent tune we cannot hear.
Some call it the rhythm of life
that follows us step by step
as we walk our life through.
Love has a crazy beat,
which we all dance to,
young and old, no matter who.
Whether it be winter, spring, summer or fall.
Love’s crazy beat captures us all
and makes us dance to its tune.
Like life’s absent melody
we cannot hear it,
only feel its tug on our shoulder
that makes us turn around
and dance to its tune.
We cannot resist no matter what
as it is part of life’s melody
that absent tune we cannot hear.
The one we must always obey
whenever it rings in our ear.
12 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Your God Is Fear
Your god is fear
That all you are
Is all there is
Your god is fear
And nothing more
Of all of this
Your god is fear
Been and gone
in the blink of an eye
Fear of ever breathing
Fear of ever leaving
Fear of ever changing
Forever, for now
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
That all you are
Is all there is
Your god is fear
Of nothing more
Than all of this
Your god is fear
Been and gone
In the blink of an eye
Fear of ever choosing it
Fear of ever losing it
Fear of ever playing
Forever, for now
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Just for a moment
Feel it inside
Feel it alive
Feel your desire
Feel it catch fire
Feel it inspire
How all you are
Is all there is
Nothing ever moves
In anything
Open your mind
Step out of time
Let yourself die
And your god is
Your god is
Your god...
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If It Made Sense
If it made sense,
It would not be worthy to mention.
The necessity to achieve it,
Would be instilled as a natural acceptance.
Only that which others find uncommon,
Is where those decisions to be offended begins.
With a witnessing of those taking offense,
Not for them being cost effective.
But it is the making of sense,
Many find not to be so common to obtain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perfections Highway
Do you feel the tapping of your feet.
Do you sense a quickening of the beat.
Rhythm in colour, rhythm in design,
Rhythm in your ear, rhythm in mine.
Hear the music liven up your soul.
Hear the notes as vibrating sounds control.
Let the pulsation give a serene touch,
Let the tempo mean to you, so much.
Sweet melody, weaving pleasant dreams.
Sweet melody, is always what it seems.
In accord, let intricate songs entwine,
In accord, they mingle, all so fine.
Come now, let the volume swell and strain.
Come now, let it be your best loved refrain.
For you, great symphonies will start to play.
For you, cloud nine’s perfections highway.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Denial
We live in a world of denial
we pretend nothing is wrong we keep our smiles.
but nothing can hold back the pain,
from driving us insane.
We don’t have to admit how we truly feel,
because then we have to admit it is real.
For it is easier to hold feelings inside,
then have admitted it hurts and cry.
For our inner child is very sad,
and we don’t believe we can hold her tight
with both hands.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Fear Of Losing
Fear
its fear of losing
the one who loves deeply
lives with fear of losing,
till he dies
As the day pass
the degree of fear may
rise up and up.
it creates flood in heart
and tears in eyes.
then they may whisper
'its hard to deal with pain of losing you'
poem by Lavya Lakshmi
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Dance the Night Away
The spark between us as we dance
Each step, sway, jump and twirl to the music
Like floating
Excellently choreographed
Our souls, our bodies sync
The rhythm to which our hearts beat as one
The crowd cheering
Applauds, ooh's and AA's
Our connection a union so perfect
We danced the night away
poem by Persian Khushi
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DEPRESSED.....by Talile Ali
I WAS DEPRESSED
DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT
MY DENIAL MUST BE SO HIGH
I JUST CAN'T MAKE SENSE IN IT
I'VE BEEN LOSIN MY WHOLE SOUL
AND MY ENTIRE BELIEF SYSTEM
AS I AGE, IT ALL WILL OUT
NOTHIN TO CLAIM OR HELP RETRIEVE THEM
MY WORLD SEEM SO EMPTY AND LONELY
MY HEART IS SO TIRED OF GAMES
MY MIND'S SO WELL READ, THAT IT'S HOPING
SOMETHING HAPPENS REAL SOON AND NOT BLAME
I WAS DEPRESSED
AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT
MY DENIAL MUST BE SO HIGH
I JUST CAN'T MAKE SENSE IN IT
I GUESS IT IT GOT MUCH WORSE
I COULD DIE
BUT IF THAT WERE SO
I GUESS I WOULD CRY
poem by Talile Ali
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When Was The Last Time You Felt Rhythm
Name the last time you felt any rhythm.
And...
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember feeling any hints of rhythm.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember feeling any hints of rhythm.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember the last time.
And...
Did you forget a feeling,
With a sense of beat.
How about your feet,
And...
Did they,
Attempt to pat.
And...
How about your feet,
And...
Did they,
Attempt to pat.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember feeling any sense of rhythm.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember the last time.
And...
How about your feet?
Did they attempt to pat.
And...
How about your feet?
And...
What was your reaction.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember feeling any sense of rhythm.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember feeling any sense of rhythm?
Do you remember the last time.
The last time.
The last time you had rhythm.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember the last time.
Do you remember feeling any sense of rhythm?
Do you remember the last time.
The last time.
The last time you had rhythm.
When.
When was the last time.
The last time you felt rhythm.
When?
When was that last time.
When?
When was that last time.
And when?
When was the last time.
The last time you felt rhythm.
And with who...
When was the last time.
And where...
When was the last time.
And how...
Did you get there!
And with who...
When was the last time.
And where...
When was the last time.
And how...
Did you get there!
And with who...
When was the last time.
And where...
When was the last time.
And how...
Did you get there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Debby On The Death Of Her Dad
To say sorry seems such an easy thing to say
But from you that won't take your sense of loss away
You have been burdened with a heavy cross
And time alone can only heal your sense of loss.
Old 98 for you it ended bad
The grim reaper from you he took your dad
I only can imagine how you must feel
But time the scars of sorrow always heal.
You've lost the hero of your childhood years
And he was one well worthy of your tears
But Debby your tears will bring to you relief
And help to heal your mental scars of grief.
Your father was a man I never knew
But he was one who meant so much to you
The life breath from his body may be gone
But his soul alive and well and living on.
I'm one of those with words who like to play
And to say sorry such an easy thing to say
And I can't feel the sense of loss you feel
And time itself the only thing that heal.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The school made it very clear that women were entitled to positions of authority. That sense of entitlement allowed us to feel that we have a natural place in leadership in the world. That gave me a mental and emotional confidence.
quote by Linda Vester
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Go Back to Sleep
There has been a mental shift!
Can you feel it exist?
Do you have a sense...
That 'something' in your consciousness,
Has produced a sudden uplift?
Well...
If you do,
It has!
And if you haven't...
Go back to sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Symbols Of A Song
The strength of knowledge and manipulation of words are powerful.
The rhythm of music and the sense of sound are controlling.
When these elements are merged, they form a song.
Two extremes in one mind-blasting theme.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
Have you ever tried studying work, hours upon hours;
And forget everything on the day of the exam.
But if you have heard a song at least three times,
You will find that you have memorised almost half of it.
Perhaps if you put your work into song,
It is guaranteed that you will pass any exam.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
A song can tap into your emotions;
It can change your mood to positive or negative.
It can influence the words you say and the choices you make.
There is always a message being carried.
Whether it makes the fullest of understanding,
Or if it makes no sense at all.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
A song can encourage others to sing along or to dance.
It can boost up worship to God.
It can sooth then motivate others to be cheerful.
It can entertain people and draw them to dance.
This is persuaded by commands in a song,
Or just those soothing music vibes makes you want to move.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
poem by SarahLee Emilaire
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The Sleep
The sleep is natural to many
But it denies itself to so many
Sleep is calmness within
When ego rests in The Self
Sleep pervades into
Inner recesses of consciousness
And the awareness recedes
The sleep is silence
To happenings
Within and without of the body
Conscious but unaware
The sleep is the experience of the Self
And The Self is the sleep’s seer
Guide and terminator
The sleep is cessation of
Mental activities within
And is free from interference of self-consciousness
Is tonic to mental ailments and malfunctions
The sleep is the bliss, the peace
And the tranquility of mind
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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There will be and can be no rest till we admit, what cannot be denied, that there is in man a third faculty, which I call simply the faculty of apprehending the Infinite, not only in religion, but in all things; a power independent of sense and reason, a power in a certain sense contradicted by sense and reason; but yet, I suppose, a very real power, if we see how it has held its own from the beginning of the world — how neither sense nor reason has been able to overcome it, while it alone is able to overcome both reason and sense.
quote by Max Muller
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