Texture of the Mix
The texture of the mix...
Does not sit well on many lips.
Barriars are being broken.
An unspoken mending begins to end...
Divisions and conflicts supported.
With a marketing twist.
Abandoned by many.
While others have druthers,
Not to birth more of it.
And...
Has left the taste for those who wish,
More substance and less ghosts,
To boost and boast...
Empty and expensive visions.
As a loss of cost effectiveness...
Has proven ineffective,
For those intentions meant.
As knuckles grip,
To expose an absence of hemoglobin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoodwinked To Be Used
Divisions and indecisions,
Blatant and admitted.
Does not heal with a mending wished,
By those who claim they represent...
The best reflection of a people's interests.
Aging routines used to demean and defeat,
Only leaves a taste of bitterness...
With a craving for more it,
Obviously seen.
And that which cracks and falls apart,
Has proven to be cost effective...
For those making their quick dashes,
With hopes to lay the blame on those...
To exit fast from trash they've left exposed.
Aging routines used to demean and defeat,
Only leaves a taste of bitterness...
With a craving for more it,
Obviously seen...
On faces expected to clean up these scenes.
Unbelieving they've been hoodwinked to be used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imploding
A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those receiving their assignments,
Perceive themselves 'bags of chips'.
The ones strutting around...
As if to have a few dollars more,
Gives them the right...
To demonstrate evil appetites.
Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.
Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.
A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those abandoned without receiving,
Proper benefits.
And the growing of the imploding,
Begins to collapse from within.
Those who perceive they are above misdeed,
Start to get a taste of what they can not believe.
An undoing of a web they set.
That traps them in a net of regret.
To suffocate themselves until there is no breath left,
From which to breed the breathing of deceptions done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling More Secure
Disparities are known,
And only shown to be of interest...
To reveal the effectiveness,
Of divisions and widening gaps.
Leaving many feeling more secure,
That others are being left behind.
And they are the ones proud to expose,
The updates of their periodic findings.
'I could care less what status they have.
As long as we are perceived as doing,
Much better than they are.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Moment...when the Votes were Counted - Parody Ted HUGHES – Crow
When the votes were counted, conform with their little crosses,
with the ballot-boxes lying empty
like empty promises splashed over a Westminster canvas,
and the only independant candidate left in the world
lay broken
in a vice-like grip, not even a token
opposition remained, - gone forever...
candid expression censored forever,
and the body politic hung drawn and quartered by politicians for ever
on an abandoned world among abandoned constitutions,
free thinkers erased together,
even Crow had to start searching for fresh pickings...
29 July 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What The Heart Allows
thoughts on fire, pure desire,
even the violent pray for peace.
broken plans, empty hands,
burning flags and stormy seas....
wont buy the lie, it's live or die,
waiting for the clock to strike.
drunk with loss, done paid the cost,
too many fingers in the dike.
the first day of forever begins now.
tear it down, it doesnt matter how!
tired of lying lips and sacred cows....
the mind only buys what the heart allows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Undaunted
Within this haunting,
I still feel you.
Cascading...
With the rippling birth,
That touches to unnerve,
Each emotion left that is felt!
Within this haunting,
Clinched teeth and fists...
Reminds me my peace of mind,
Has at this time been suspended.
I invited it to lick its lips and sit.
As I twist in degradation!
I dangle!
Attached to fear.
I can't remove it from my grasp!
I am too familiar with it near.
I hear the laughter.
As it entwines and chases me.
Pulling until it appears...
In my sight.
To whisper its presence,
In my ears!
And if I begin to slip...
My grip and hold tightens.
Frighened,
I can not show this.
An escaped I seek...
Dims my chances that look bleak.
Too well it knows I know it!
It draws me closer.
And that is clear...
Within this haunting!
I expose no fear.
Yet still it is here...
Undaunted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unspoken
Unspoken
By: Adam M. Snow
You torment me with your bladed tongue;
if only you knew my life is left unsung.
Now I am broken;
blind, and left unspoken;
with my dreams shattered by you;
for now I know not what to do.
I am left with a voice of silence;
all alone in the distance.
My words I want to say remains unspoken;
for I wonder, 'Will I ever be unbroken? '
Your words still scorn my soul;
for it feels that I am left to rot in this hole.
You showed me your heart of ice;
yet I ask, 'Is my life the price? '
Your bladed tongue pierced my heart;
all because of you, I have fallen apart.
You speak of broken truth;
yet you say I am uncouth.
You push me away and call me a freak;
for all you have done, now silence is what I speak.
I am a ghost with words left unspoken;
standing over my essence, shattered and broken.
Your words are torment;
is this not your intent?
I am tainted by your selfishness;
for my feelings I cannot express.
I am broken because of you;
I only wish you knew.
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THE COST...by Talile Ali
V1
ALWAYS AVOIDED FAME
AFRAID TO PAY THE COST
LOSS OF FAMILY
FRIEND'S WHO ALL ARE LOST
THERE IS NO DENYING
THE NEED TO SERVE IS STRONG
THE COST OF SERVICE EXPENSIVE
THAT'S NOT TO SAY IT'S WRONG
CHORUS
BUT IT'S THE COST
IT'S THE COST
GOTTA PAY THE PIPER
OR ELSE YOU'LL BE TOSSED
IT'S THE COST
V2
LOVE IS PLAIN AND SIMPLE
HEART IS STRONG AND TRUE
EPIPHANIES ARE FLOWING
WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU
SO I WRITE AND PERFORM
AND YOU SEE MY NEED
TO DO THIS HERE SERVICE
FOR EVERYONE'S THAT'S PLEASED
JAM FOR 24 BARS
CHORUS
BUT IT'S THE COST
IT'S THE COST
GOTTA PAY THE PIPER
OR ELSE YOU'LL BE TOSSED
IT'S THE COST
FADE OUT
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Intense
I remember meeting you last summer and you told me
I am intense; you stared at me, and felt my hand
And frisked my body,
Whatever was it that you meant,
I know what intense is,
Like intense loss
Loss of someone you love so much and who loves you like
You are everything
Like you are the whole world and when you are gone
The whole universe will be empty,
The great void,
Irreplaceable, intense feeling of gratitude for the love unequalled
Immeasurable, like taking grip of her hands when you are falling from
A cliff, you hang there for while, looking at the ants below
Without her timely hold you could have fallen, smashed yourself
Dead like a watermelon crashing to the pavement from
The 10th floor,
Tragic
but I see that you are intense too
Painting your life in the canvass using your weak hand
Testing how the face of God and your face beside will look
Like when the left hand is used, when you are right handed since birth,
Intense weakness
Tested
Something new, tonight I will try it with her; I have to know if she will
Love me through, these intense weaknesses within me
I will not use anything
Let us see what my uselessness can do for her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Easier
I woke up early
And I can't see the light
My back is broad but
It's been a long and lonely night
What if I'm a fool for even trying
To right the wrongs when all we
had is dying
Like moving shadows
We dance around remains
The burning embers
Illuminate my shame
So yes, I am a fool for even trying
To right the wrongs when all
we had is dying
It's easier to leave
Not to face the pain
With everything to lose
Nothing left to gain
Broken
Empty promises you made
Token
Empty gestures that you made
I am reeling, reeling
Easier to leave
So you walked away With everything to lose
There's nothing left to say
You disappoint me With a Judus kiss
Crown and anoint me
The poison pours from your lips
So yes, I am a fool for even trying
To right the wrongs when ail we had is dying
It's easier to leave
Not to face the pain
With everything to lose
Nothing left to gain
Broken
Empty promises you made
Token
Empty gestures that you made
I am reeling, reeling
Easier to leave
So you walked away With everything to lose
There's nothing left to say
Broken
Empty Promises you gave
Token
Empty gestures that yov made
Unspoken
did you ever mean to stay
I am reeling, reeling
I am reeling
I am betrayed
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Say Something
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
If anyone had good intentions,
Wouldn't you think,
Those intentions clearly...
Would be done and not mentioned?
It's like someone who has an expectation.
And the rising of excitement,
That teases with anticipation.
A frustration enters,
When disappointment arrives.
And here it is...
Excuses and lies!
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
And you are left sitting to wonder,
Between hesitation and comments to make.
But your lips remain sealed.
However...
Your eyes are not connected,
To an expected acceptance of your patience.
'You look as if you can kill me!
Say something.
I meant to call you.
You know that.
Say something.
Say 'something'...
Anything! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fractured Divisions
Fractured divisions advocated by a system,
Feeding on comsumption...
That has invested on providing more variety,
As a main priority...
To leave its people in positions of weakness,
Soon depletes a supply that quickly diminishes.
And with demands that a way of life now too expensive,
Returns to a strength allowed to be cheapened.
Makes not once bit of sense,
If a cheapness that has fed on a weakness promoted,
Reflects an absence of discipline or a respect there to get.
When fractured divisions have been made the focus,
High expectations become as foolish as the pointlessness...
Of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seduced By Trivia
It is easier to take a taste that is sweetened.
Once seduced by trivia it becomes a wasted effort,
To reduce it to just a meaningless hype.
After it has blown to grow in significance,
To entice one's appetite.
Since a trivia introduced to praise delusion,
Feeds less on truth.
Until truth itself becomes viewed as ineffective.
And those most affected become conditioned to suspect,
Every aspect of truth with a wish to dissect it.
With a recruiting of those who have chosen to disrespect,
The presence of truth's existence...
To ensure none of it is left to have influence,
On anyone believing to be truthful is best.
It is easier to take a taste that is sweetened.
Until truth itself becomes viewed as ineffective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fallen, Empty, And Broken
fallen soldier
fallen sky
fallen angel
from on high
fallen heartache
fallen soul
fallen man
losing control
empty bed
empty arms
empty dreams
empty heart
empty wallet
empty hands
cant take nothin'
from an empty man
broken promises
broken vows
broken spirit
wont allow
broken fences
broken lives
broken tomorrows
broken nights
fallen, empty, and broken
every road is the same
bent, bruised, and shaken
still numb from the pain
now you dont answer
when i call out your name
fallen, empty, and broken
walking in the rain...
fallen, empty, and broken...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Left...Behind! As Two Thousand and Ten Begins
Left...
Behind!
Those who have closed the doors,
On themselves.
Those seeking to find pieces that make sense,
From a decade that has ended...
In two thousand and nine.
And as two thousand and ten begins,
Not one of them is prepared.
A freshness is there,
But they are not!
Left...
Behind!
Doing the best they can with minds,
Shattered!
From a correctness that in itself,
Was splitting apart.
In divisions they decided,
With complete with righteousness.
And those who rode the stormy seas,
Unafraid to let go...
Are bestowed with enlightenment.
As if this was meant to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weeping Meter
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
The more you get some pity you sit and solicit it.
With a drive you started in campaign,
And aimed to have a perfect pity party trip.
You've got your buckets ready to collect the slightest drip.
Like an attention getting kitten,
Being petted as it purrs and licks!
That's what you need!
A boost to benefit.
Like the petting of a kitten getting enjoyment out of it.
To get a little bit of stroking before it leaves...
To meander off and drift.
Satisfied and pleased.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Empty Shell On The Abandoned Shores
priding on its big mouth
without teeth and lips
the empty shell sings
about its past, and the
abandoned shore begins
to weep, and the
coconut leaves start to
fall, and the........
world stops to ponder.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love is Dead
Artistic brain-drain
occurring after loss-
when words fail and wither
on parched, broken lips.
Not knowing self from Self,
bouncing from warm bed to warm body-
Loss of identity and direction.
Wandering, wondering-
wishing on a shooting star, but
the stars above are ghosts long dead.
Artistic suffocation
occurring during rapture-
two bodies entwined;
legs, arms, hearts, all broken and
remade, though easily broken again.
Lost in a kiss, embrace; drowning in
raw lust, all stale and purple-
writhing under the dead dead stars.
poem by Brian Hinckley
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Startling Is The Sharpness Of Its Shocking Knock
Sugar-coating realities,
Has left mentalities...
Desperately searching,
For alternatives to provide...
A familiar taste upon which to feed.
And the high cost in maintaining delusions,
Is getting closer everyday to losing an effectiveness.
A delivery of unwrapped packaged facts comes,
On those doorsteps unfamiliar with truth.
And startling is the sharpness of its shocking knock.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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