The Cure Is There
Let them believe...
That consuming greed,
Leaves them with power.
That will maintain their lead!
Hour upon hour.
They are focused on material treasures.
And the day soon comes...
When all will see them,
And their deeds undone!
Angels begin to descend,
To bring this 'cancer' to a final end!
The cure is there...
And prepared to begin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeper Penetration
He had eclipsed her comprehension.
And tried to avoid some actions with her,
He would like to mention.
He was already digging deep,
Through the surfaces
She preferred to reflect her image in.
Although she was a beauty...
She was a bit mentally thin.
And needless to say...
No challenge for him.
Although they enjoyed each other,
Until deeper penetration...
Of other thoughts would begin.
And to make her happy,
And perhaps get 'some' again.
He pretended to be focused on her banter,
While he thought of stripping her
And making love butt naked...
Within the hour,
That would upon them descend!
Deeper penetration
Deeper penetration
Deeper deeper
Deeper the sensation!
He thought...
And thought.
How to get those conversations to begin?
Between her and him!
And to make her happy,
And perhaps get 'some' again.
He pretended to be focused on her banter,
While he thought of stripping her
And making love butt naked...
Within the hour,
That would upon them descend!
And it was just after eleven...
When deeper penetrations he wished,
Did begin!
And she licked his ears,
Whispering...
In each,
What she expected he loved to hear!
In them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Revelation (The Final Prophecy)
There were none at His left hand
No man amongst His army
The Earth has ripped herself open
And birthed from her wounds
Thick black clouds, which covered the Earth
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
An all-consuming cancer
An all-consuming cancer
An all-consuming cancer
An all-consuming cancer
Reaching to repent
We will taste it in its purest form
Reaching out for nothing
Suffocation on our words
While we hold our children
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
No cradle
No Son
A mother of none
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
It tears
I see blood in the air
I taste the blood in the air
Dissected from the heaven
Cut and stripped of her skin
We let it begin
Descending from heaven
song performed by by Zao
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Those Kids Are Mine
Pick any hour you choose to believe,
I am fast asleep.
With dreams of royalities.
And making acceptance speeches,
Behind raised and decorated podiums.
After reciting poem after poem,
Without a wish to get needed rest.
Pick any hour you choose to believe,
That hour is the time to begin your creeping.
When I release my 'children',
From the state of mind I fall into...
That seems to turn me on.
And...
I am creating 'children birthing from my pen.
Pick any hour your choose,
To molest any one of them.
And I will be at your door before you get there.
To begin your craft of flagrant plagiarism.
Pick any hour you choose to believe,
That hour is the time to begin your creeping.
You've been getting closer and closer...
But,
You touch one of my kids.
I will be at your door before you get there.
To discredit every move you've made,
To claim what's mine.
To do, redo, re-state or redefine.
Those kids are mine! And we know each other,
Very well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cancer For The Cure
The kids are diggin up a brand new hole
Where they put their deadbeat mom
Grandpas happy watching video porn
With the closed caption on
And father knows best
About suicide and smack
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle up and endure now baby
Cancer for the cure
ol blue eyes is back again
But he was never here in the first place
A heart attack may be something to fear
But take a look out back
cause courtney needs love
And so do i
Well, hee hee hee
Cancer for the cure
Cancer for the cure
Buckle upand endure now sweet thing
The cancer for the cure
song performed by by Eels
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Another Day
What seems like such a winter's tale
Lightening runs through the fallen flames
By kneeling down we're here to pray
At that point forsaken unafraid
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Feel my breath go cold and calm
My pride is last and I sin again
And all the seasons change their scent
A year of hell they come against my head once more
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
INSTRUMENTAL
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
song performed by by Texas
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Another Day
What seems like such a winter's tale
Lightening runs through the fallen flames
By kneeling down we're here to pray
At that point forsaken unafraid
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Feel my breath go cold and calm
My pride is last and I sin again
And all the seasons change their scent
A year of hell they come against my head once more
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
INSTRUMENTAL
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
song performed by by Texas
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Hour Of Gold
(Emmylou Harris)
I have seen your soul turn black
And then retreat
To that dark place where no one else may follow
I waited here for your returning
To roll your cigarette
And wash your bloodied feet
You have heard the silent running
Of my dreams
Broke me from the grip of grief and fever
With the sound of your voice speaking my name
And a kiss
That I will feel forever
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
WG did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and holy road
We lay down our head
In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead
I have watched you riding on
The wall of death
And when il finally breaks you and you fall
I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me
To bind the fatal wound
And catch your last sweet breath
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and holy road
We lay down our head
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
But the world will be my witness when
They excavate my heart
And find the image of your face
Imprinted there like some Shroud of Turin
That neither time Nor tundra could erase
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and holy road
We lay down our head
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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To Begin With
to begin with
he smiles and they begin to like him
because he is contagious
his smile travels from one place to another
like the way the butterfly hovers from one flower
another flower in the garden of
peace and quiet
to begin with
he keeps a hold on something that makes him happy
despite the odds
despite the fact that it is his own house that is burning
despite the fact that all the bridges going to his place have all been broken
to begin with
he is naked and he has nothing to cover himself anymore
to begin with
he is foremost his own being
and it is only this that all of them cannot take anymore
and so he keeps the promise
to maintain this emptiness so they may all become full
and guilty and sad.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Antipoem 03
when you do not understand
that is the time you say you like it
when you tried to understand and still could not understand what you try to really understand
that is the time you say there is a mystery and we have to be prepared to
worship it, for something mysterious could be angels, could be God
understanding is understanding like a mother
she comes to you to reveal things
though slowly and you must be patient like a child
understanding is loving like a father and you must be like a son waiting for
the final advice
but you love more the things that you do not understand
things that mesmerize you and give you the sense of awe
which of course, is followed by the word, say it,
wonder. Wisdom does not begin here. Wisdom begins the moment
you begin to quit smoking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love And Knowledge
THOUGH you and I so long have been so near--
Have felt each other's heart-beats hour by hour,
Have watered, plucked, and trampled passion's flower,
Have known so many days so very dear--
Yet still through every hour of every year
We have sought to win and failed to win the dower
Of perfect insight, and to gain the power
To see what we are, and not what we appear.
Yet you desire such knowledge--would possess,
You say, completion of love; if that were won
--Ah! by it might not haply be undone
The little measure of joy we knew before?
Though we should swear we loved each other more,
How surely we should love each other less!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Ready For The End Of The World
I know the end is near:
I've seen the warning signs.
Been preparin' myself,
Layin' in supplies.
I bought a case of Jack,
A boxed-set of Merle:
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.
I'm gettin' ready for the end to come:
That final hour it all comes undone.
An' she drops the bomb:
An' says he ain't my girl.
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.
Instrumental break.
My neon shelter waits,
Where I can go to hide.
While the memories burn,
I'll be safe inside.
With the honky-tonk few,
Bracin' for the worst:
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.
I'm gettin' ready for the end to come:
That final hour it all comes undone.
An' she drops the bomb:
An' says he ain't my girl.
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.
Yeah, I'll be ready:
Ready for the end of the world.
song performed by by George Strait
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7 Day Weekend
Oh nobody does it the way I like this?
Mmmm....where are you from?
Yeah, you really got me now.....
I was at a party, spotted your baby face hair slicked back in place, smile so vivid,
I knew I had to make a move on your pretty feet weak off Ive got to think to get you in my limits,
Let me show you how to ease my tension, use your body and soul just how far will I go?
You want an answer to your question,
Do you really want to know? youre out of my reach thats why I want you more.
Its a choice of trick or treat, well begin and end on a 7 day weekend,
Are you so blind that you cant see? a kiss will lead you on,
Sex will bring you under I bet you its all over,
Uh huh, gotta get up gotta get up, send you up send you up,
On a 7 day weekend.
Contradictions get distorted and you know theres no guarantee,
I had to fool with his friend standing in front of him to bring his attention to me,
Let me show you how to ease my tension, use your body and soul just how far will I go?
You want an answer to your question, do you really want to know?
cause, youre out of my reach thats why I want you more,
Its a choice of trick or treat, well begin and end on a 7 day weekend,
Are you so blind that you cant see? a kiss will lead you on,
The sex will bring you under I bet you its all over.
Love thats beyond the line, losing my dignity
Love without trust, what is it worth, youve got to live your life gracefully!!!
Its a choice of trick or treat, well begin and end on a 7 day weekend,
Are you so blind that you cant see? a kiss will lead you on,
The effect will bring you under I bet you its all over,
Its a choice of trick or treat, well begin and end on a 7 day weekend,
Are you so blind that you cant see? a kiss will lead you on,
The effect will bring you under I bet you its all over.
Ohhhh, yeahhhh...
You make me feel so good inside, baby let me love you tonight,
Im yours.....weekend,
I tell you, well begin and end on a 7 day weekend,
Are you so blind that you cant see? a kiss will lead you on,
Effects will bring you under I bet you... its a choice...yeah....
Well begin and end on a seven day weekend,
A kiss will lead you on, effects will bring you under,
[laughs...] 7 days....7 days and I got you where I want you,
I got you where I want you, youre mine [laughs].. youre mine, youre mine......[laughs]
song performed by by Grace Jones
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If I Had The Cure For Cancer
I can sense the tinge of annoyance
You have for the work of my pen,
I regret to cause a disturbance
In your spirit, it's about God again.
But Friend, will it not be better-
There's no time to be wasted today,
And if I had the cure for cancer,
Would you like me to hide it away?
It's for you I have been praying,
That you take His Gift and be free
Your cancer of soul is advancing,
And the cure is His Love and Mercy.
Your discouragement and deep anger,
All regrets and past bitterness,
Toss the soul to malignant cancer
That leaves you victim to distress.
He is a better cure for cancer,
For eternity your soul will be well.
That is why I endure your anger,
I won't like you confined into hell.
'Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed;
save me and I will be saved, for You are the One I praise, '
Jeremiah 17: 14
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 29,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Greed leads to hate
Every person who wants power is at war
For any power that could give control Evan more
They fight for money for control they want it all
they fight to get rich but in the end they all will fall
They carry on going out and getting in wars
Carry on hurting and hating just for a little bit more
To give what they want what they feel that they need
Fill up there wallets there hate is controlled by there greed
The need for power every day every god dam little hour
They control this planet they control the hating and power
What i say is the good take control this day....this hour
poem by Ashley Roberts
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Her final hour
You may no it.
Or you may not want to see.
But her final hour is near.
She'd been screaming for your help.
Asking for help for so long.
All her screaming fell upon deaf ears.
Within her final hour.
She belived she had no other choice.
But to go out of the world this way.
She just couldnt deal with one more day.
Her final hour now has come and gone.
Her family get that knock on the door.
Sorry but we've got bad news.
All they can do is scream why.
Why Amy why do it.
As they go to identify the body.
All they can do is hope and pray.
They pray its all a mistake.
When they see its her.
They brake down.
It was no mistake.
They wonder just what the hell was she thinking.
How could we not of known.
In the morning the pray and hope.
It was just a bad dream.
But of course it was no dream.
She really had gone.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Power Age
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R: welcome to the power age
Money, money, money
R: the power age its the new generation
We are the ones with no limitations
We had the iron and the stone
Now we got a new age that we own
But its not about the power that makes you blind
Its all about the the power thats in your mind
This is the time to get the power
The power age, this is the hour
So let the _ take you on _
A: woow...
So release all the pain that stood there before
A: this is the power age
So get with it, oyeah, you belong
Theres only one force that makes you strong
A: oh.. oh...
This is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: break out of your cage; into the power age
R: the age of destruction, the age of hate
And the age of violence and the ages of late
Greed and gain thats all they care
Money, money, money, with enough to share
So get with it feel the vibration
The power age its just a sensation
You can feel it down in your soul
When you let the force take control
So by now you better know the deal
A: woow...
You gotta to get high to get real
A: this is the power age
Free you mind to disgage
Welcome to the power age
A: oh.. oh...
This is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
R: this is the power age
This is the power age
Swing it
Swing it
A: get in to the power age!
A: cause we part of a new generation
R: the power age
A: woow.... this is the power age
R:yeah! the power age
A: woow.... this is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Ask What I Shall Give Thee (I)
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and pow'r are such
None can ever ask too much.
With my burden I begin:
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain
And without a rival reign.
As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder's face,
Thus unto my heart appear;
Print Thine own resemblance there.
While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
Show me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew.
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die Thy people's death.
poem by John Newton
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When The Blue Hour Comes
Orbison/ crowell
The good times are all gone
The night keeps coming on so strong
You cant hold on, no matter what you do
Will there be someone who cares for you
When the blue hour comes?
When the blue hour comes?
And when your restless heart
Tears your world apart
And everywhere you turn
Its falling down on you
Will there be a light that shines for you?
When the blue hour comes for you
If theres anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and Ill be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
Good times dont last forever
Sometimes its now or never
Darling, reach out for me
You know where Ill be
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes for you
If theres anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and Ill be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
I will always be there
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes
When the blue hour comes....(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Halloween
This is the hour when the poet grieves,
Picking his way through the rain-sodden leaves,
Betrayed by a promise he no longer believes
As he throws in his lot with murderers and thieves.
This is the hour when the mother cries,
When the baby whimpers and the wild wind sighs,
When lights go out and your happiness dies
As lovers all whisper their final goodbyes.
This is the hour you will want to forget,
When your body trembles with the skeleton's threat,
When your mouth turns dry though your tears are wet,
And the Grim Reaper comes to settle your debt.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Playground of Life XIX
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
From that hour comes man's Truth; and
During that century Truth sleeps between
The restless arms of disturbing dreams.
In that hour the soul sees for herself
The Natural Law, and for that century she
Imprisons herself behind the law of man;
And she is shackled with irons of oppression.
That hour was the inspiration of the Songs
Of Solomon, an that century was the blind
Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek.
That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the
Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of
Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon.
That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that
Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai.
One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the
Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a
Century filled with greed and usurpation.
It is at that hour when the heart is
Purified by flaming sorrow and
Illuminated by the torch of Love.
And in that century, desires for Truth
Are buried in the bosom of the earth.
That hour is the root which must flourish.
That hour of meditation, the hour of
Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good.
And that century is a life of Nero spent
On self-investment taken solely from
Earthly substance.
This is life.
Portrayed on the stage for ages;
Recorded earthly for centuries;
Lived in strangeness for years;
Sung as a hymn for days;
Exalted but for an hour, but the
Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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