Solid Is This Knowledge
Phased out!
From admission and conditions,
Of doubt.
They're phased out.
And solid is this knowledge.
Phased out!
From admission and conditions,
Of doubt.
They're phased out.
No needs I have for worries,
Or doubts!
They're phased out.
No rush to hustle bustled in a scurried hurry.
Or haggard by a nag,
Wishing to dump on me baggage.
No needs I have for worries,
Or doubts!
They're phased out.
And solid is this knowledge.
Phased out!
From admission and conditions,
Of doubt.
They're phased out.
No rush to hustle bustled in a scurried hurry.
Or haggard by a nag,
Wishing to dump on me baggage.
Or doubts!
They're phased out.
And,
Solid is this knowledge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short, Mad
Pierced by an arrow,
pierced by a phrase
Killed by a sentance,
trapped in a maze
Look in a mirror,
catch your own gaze
See your reflection
twelve different ways
Watch yourself failing
your thoughts growing crazed
There's fear in your posture
your eyes going glazed
Your mind is confusion
you always seem dazed
Your life is soon ending
forever you're phased
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No Truth
I've forgotten of how truth sounds,
Some memories lay on my heart,
Distant, as lived through some other life
There are some fractured pieces
covered with lies.
I have forgotten truth's mild voice
And her appearance is fading too.
I stay phased in days
Weighing good from bad
Wrong from right
No truth to hold my hand and clear my sight.
I want to live and i want to die
No guides to lead
No comfort to soften the haze,
No truth to cool off the ablaze.
poem by Daria Domitrovic
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Tom-ed
Made...
They did,
Fortunes!
Off the backs...
Of those praised,
For representing a splendid ignorance!
To keep those of phased-out minds,
In exterior peacock mode!
Hob-nobbing with rich and influenced folks.
Hip-hopped out of these crucial times.
At least...
In accordance with some who find them,
Quite self serving and assinine!
One comes along,
With credentials excellent!
Educated, well spoken...
And comprehending with intelligence.
A combination that threatens,
Those who are 'monied densed'!
And all huddle together,
To demean him...
With their version of common sense!
Publicly setting out to prove...
A disapproval,
Can keep that one man 'tom-ed'!
Hoping to hear him cry 'uncle! '
But this one has no relationship to that!
He is Barack!
And will leave them all to be...
Barack Obamatomed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blurry
my guts are steel
strong enveloped in my body
dealing with another day
trying to handle whats fake
whats real
decisions decisions
im a empty bucket just fill
with my reality phased
rough times not a thing to say
and the places my head go raged
i beg to put the lethalness in my mind to lead
to shift off this crazy blurred red
and let no words in this body
go another day unheard when said
not talking to myself, but ill go on
until i rest a trigger finger pulled gun to my head
with those happy thoughts and cheap talk
as i think about things that i oughtta do
i try my best to rest peacefully instead
Ah love, but a day
Ah love, but a day
And the world on me has changed
The sun is away
And the birds to me estranged
One painful word from her voluptuous lips
And my whole world eclipsed
A bitter punctuating word, in a piercing phrase
My life is phased
The wind in mid air has dropped
And the skies grey, dull, deranged
Summer has stopped cold
Autumn perplexed over warmed
Stars in the murky skies madly shot
The pale moon in its orbit lost
Come, grow old with me
And the best yet to be
So you said
So I dread
Look me love in my eyes
Will you change too?
Shall I fear what I did not see?
Shall I find aught new?
In the old and the dear
In the good and true
With the changing year
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Fade To Purple
As if Im sitting on purple clouds
Covered in purple shrouds
Singing purple kissed melodies loud
The Purple Master himself would be proud
Gifted, these fragrant purple flowers
Soaking wet, drenched from purple showers
Lifted, high high high atop purple towers
Yet as I walk through purple haze rooms
Filled with purple phased fumes
Im enlightened by the purple tazed blooms
Purple vibes that remove crazed glooms
Hungry I appetize on purple wood blunts
To then feast upon a purple smoke lunch
Break bread, along with the purple grape bunch
Fade To Purple To Get Me Through The Crunch
poem by Jamie Ellen Christian
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Alone And Torn
Stuck in a corner, or so it feels
Struck into dark, my light conceals
Snuck on past, past the repeals
Tuck my mind, depressing ideals
Searching for the will, alone, torn,
I depart inward, alone, torn
My greater jihad, ignorance would be bliss
Nigh is temptation, cast into a sinful abyss
Why is the question, one to reminisce
Cry out for help, somethings terribly amiss
Yearning for the will, alone, torn,
I emaciate away, alone, torn
Dazed by the truth, longing to repent
Fazed by my failure, inwardly I lament
Phased must be this battle, a battle of torment
Amazed if I succeed, I can't circumvent
Corroding without the will, alone, torn
I asphyxiate my soul, alone, torn
poem by Izik Alcox
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Colores Secundarios: Naranja
horrible tasting gum, lindsey lohan’s
wretched lipstick choice, jack-o-lanterns,
fat tabby cats (with stripes) , monarch
butterflies, chester cheetah (with spots) ,
nicki minaj sporting her orange weave,
johnny rotten seemingly having washed
his head in orange sewage, orange
creamsickle, sweet potato fries, guitar
amplifier company, a basketball,
pumpkin spice votive candles, the
color of a “high” supposed terrorist-
attack level in the US circa bush &
now phased out (4/27/11) , cattleya
aurantiaca, navels & blood oranges
(amidst 10 zillion other kinds) .
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Overboard - Current Version 1082
P[l]ace not phased day by time, rhyme raised by night,
if there's no wrong may will still praise phrase right,
some corner stranger future friend may greet,
while stranger former friend turns, fiendish plight.
Cause and effect reflect on ends and means
as gridlock smashes into smithereens,
judgemental values must themselves defeat,
beat mind-sets' self-sufficient put up screens.
What's hid is bid unriddled when fond heart
throws rigid reason overboard to start
to separate appearance, surface sheet,
from innner senses' empathy, trust chart.
What's masked behind mind's veil tomorrow may
ignore, few score life's causal keys in play
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Pull Me Up
Pull me up,
From feeling stuck in bad luck.
There is nothing rougher,
Than believing life's too tough!
Pull me up.
From feeling stuck in bad luck.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.
Pull me up...
I'm tired of the rush,
That's made a rut too deep to cuss.
Enough 'is' enough.
Pull me up...
I am tired of the hustle.
Pull me up...
I've grown too tired of the rush.
Sick and tired of my muscles used,
To produce rust.
Pull me up...
I'm tired of the hustle.
Tired of my muscles used to produce rust.
Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.
Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.
Pull me up!
No more beating am I needing.
Pull me up!
No more beating am I needing.
Nor will I continue,
To choose that as a greeting.
Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home From Work At Dark Detroit: Original 10 12 2009
Home from work at dark Detroit
City night invisible front doors
Shut below roof hung welcome light
A burglars forewarning of porches
Raised three steps above entry
Galleries there where beds once kept
They passed away generations
Who gave mulatto sons to raise
And still they slept
Soldiering from monument to monument
Home from work at dark Detroit
They spun the bail impinged upon the
Forest swell sacked the fields and sung
To the pitch of the gospel themes
The sacred geometry of old lines
Of old masters of slaves
Home from work at dark Detroit
The lot is legal and sweetly placed
For the old master still draws
A time phased consciousness frozen
And still set to the pace
Its home from work from factories
Building the mold for the DNA
The enzyme left of the racist face.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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I Met Death
I was waiting, watching one day
When Death came along, looking
As if there was something he wanted to say
His hair was as black as the sky at night
And in the wind it blew like smoke
He had come a long way in his worn black cloak
So I invited him in and I did say
If you’d like to you can stay
But Death said:
“I’m only passing through
For the clock’s hands they say
They are ticking the seconds of my life away”
And I answered,
Thinking I’d misunderstood
As Death’s dark black eye gleamed under his dark black hood
“If your Death, how can you die? ”
You see, Death didn’t seem the kind to lie.
And Death wasn’t phased at all,
“No longer Death I may become,
Or so says He if I don’t complete
The most horrible, horrible, feat.
“The most horrible feat? ”
I had to say
Could it be so horrible,
That Death couldn’t say?
“Death, ” said Death, “is the horrible feat.”
And then he faded away, like smoke into the blue, blue sky
But I think, before he left, I might have seen him cry.
I had never in my life, seen Death again
Until the night I stood outside in the rain
When he said, “I’m sorry miss, but this is good bye.”
And I found out what it’s like to die.
So we went, and parted, to each our own way,
But one more time I want to heard Death say, “I’m sorry miss, -“
Marking the end of the day
poem by Jinny Tikanus
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Divine existence
We can’t deny divine existence
There should not be wrong notion or insistence
It is for us to know real value and its place
Hough there is fast life with mad race
We have polluted thoughts and environment
Every action of our speak of adverse comment
We have left no room for slight adjustment
Only selfish motives behind every movement
You are strong individual and remain continuous
You can prefer to act role that can be called dubious
Yet the reality may remain as it is for time to come
We have to adjust accordingly and welcome
You should not try to see the hollowness of sky
Your mind should not be perturbed and ask why
The stars may twinkle and moon may appear without fail
You should set priority, set target and avail
You can’t disregard sweeping change
Even person tend to become fragile with age
The environment too may witness gradual transformation
We must analyze and respect the relation
Kings have disappeared and despots have taken over
Public is tired of and now finding shelter or cover
This may also find disappearance in phased manner
The change has to come later or sooner
You can remain mere spectator
The gradual change is simple indicator
You got to live with changing world
As you are supreme with your soul which is not yet sold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Circle Of Amour
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Best friends as far as I could tell
Chearleaders except 4 denise
She was the wild one
She was the beast
She was the one who named the group
The original gang of 4
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Circle of amore
10th grade central in september
That was a year I remember
On this chilly cold afternoon
I overheard the gang in the locker room
Rendezvous, marys house
Dirty words and wine
Needless 2 say they all spend the day
Just counting time, counting time
Halfway through her history class
Denise she kindly raised her hand and asked
If she could be excused (can I be excused? )
Then she ran from school (ran from school) in a hurry,
The other girls, ooh they knew
This is what friends are really 4
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Circle of amore
Circle of amore
Imagination showed a window (imagination)
On a cold september day (ooh)
Leaves are brown (brown), passion sounds (ooh)
Memory self astray
4 hands in the place where the feet connect
(gang of 4)
Circle of sex
In the vicious race 2 maturity
Theyre almost phased from ecstasy
Sweat upon the necks of dames
Loser in the circle game
Cause memories r worth so much more (so much more)
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Circle of amore
(ooh)
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Circle of amore
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Mary, claire, denise and belle
Circle of amore
Circle of amore
song performed by by Prince
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