Their Eyes Are The Ones Beginning To Clear
There are a few days left,
To experience unabridged sanity...
Folks.
A desperation to free oneself,
Of any accountability has begun,
To provoke.
And protestors everywhere,
Wish to invoke the notion of irresponsibility...
With jokes told on others.
But their eyes are the ones filled with tears.
Yes their eyes are the ones beginning to clear,
To see their own misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All the Jokes
All the jokes have already been told
And so instead, we tell jokes about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
So instead we tell jokes about how
All the new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
Because they remind us about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these jokes get old very quickly
So we make up new jokes about how
The jokes about the new jokes about how
All the jokes that have already been told
Are starting to get quite old
But after a while, once these jokes
Have gotten quite old themselves
We sit and listen to the silence
And wonder about the past, and how
All the jokes have already been told
Then suddenly, out of nowhere
Somebody comes up with a joke
That had been forgotten long ago
But is so funny we can't even breathe
So we roll on the floor, gasping for air
poem by Derek Ouyang
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Under The Skin of Those Misguided
Those who chose to poke their jokes,
At the expense of sincere folks
Seem to be missing in action these days.
Perhaps realizing they are
It never pays for those intentions made,
To select those defenseless and unknowing
Of the extent or depth of one's misdeeds.
Because
Those same misdeeds done,
Have a way of crawling under the skin...
Of those misguided.
To teach lessons to leave unforgiving,
Mental treatments difficult to diagnose.
And the best medication can not numb,
Or relieve
The consistency of a permanent stinging.
Especially when those acts provoked,
To joke and poke sincere folks discreetly
Usually develop from one's unconsciousness.
Making it hard to prescribe a process for specific healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Dreams
Everytime I speak
Wipe away all these tears
Living every day in fear
Finding nothing but empty
[chorus]
Wide awake and dreaming
Os this what it seems?
Close my eyes forever
I'll wake up
Desperation strips me
These last days have not been free
Stealing every breath from me
Whispering defeat
And I see it in your eyes
Long gone
And i feel it in your heart
Long gone
And I see it in your eyes
Long gone, long gone
song performed by by Kittie
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Left Me Alone
You left me alone with tears in my eyes
Learning that you could never be the same
You left me alone with tears in my eyes
Believing that you were there for me
You left me alone with tears in my eyes
Knowing that one day you would hurt me
You left me alone with tears in my eyes
Forgetting how you ment to me
You left me alone with tears in my eyes
poem by Marlena Steiner
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertainment Escapes Made Accessible and Free
Accepting challenges around the clock nonstop...
Defantisizes life for some.
And crystallizes a maturity.
This is not often seen...
Where folks are committed to irresponsibility.
Where folks schedule their activities...
Between being uninvolved and making party scenes.
Entertainment escapes made accessible and free...
Are generally observed,
Where people are not concern.
And quickly display disrespect for themselves.
As they show a lack of discipline.
And an absence of identity.
Those like this often call for unity.
And pray to have their communities monitored...
As they beg for more police.
To keep them protected from themselves,
As they spread more of their mental disease.
And this is done by urbanites,
At a price that is paid by everyone!
Although no one acknowledges a consciousness claimed...
To be seriously considered or concrete of beliefs.
Not when so many have exited from accountability.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irresponsibility
Irresponsibility makes it okay to trash the streets.
And leave them that way until someone or 'they'
Picks up after others...
With a broom to sweep.
To make them appear neat.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to excuse discipline.
Since everyone in a lazy environment...
Can validate that same laziness seen,
Is also within them.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to ignore what is right.
And putting off a diet to physically exercise...
Is something naturally expressed since one's health,
Has and always been compromised day and night.
For the sole purpose to eliminate responsibility altogether.
And keep accountability out of one's sight.
Hopefully forever.
To keep a life jeopardized in sustained complaints,
At one's delight.
Since this ensures someone pays,
For keeping them victimized and mentally in strife.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Tears
At a second glance
You thought you recognised despair
For a fraction of a second
You were searching for a reason
You pretended cheerfully,
But instead you tried to hide away
When everybody's laughter
Seems to rip you all apart
And your life carries on the same
And your life will be the same
Going back again to see
Stages from the recent past
But everywhere you turn
There is no chance to continue
Nothing really holds you back
From stepping through that yesterday
For every new beginning
There will be some other end
And when you cry there are no tears left for liberation
You don't listen to your own explanations
There are no rules you left behind from your desperation
There's no need to fear the way, that you've led
You'll run again,
Faster than you've ever been
You don't feel the cold,
It's never been like this before
Determination in your eyes,
Now you don't know the reasons why
You can't say goodbye
But you never really said hello
song performed by by Zeraphine
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Perceived To Accept A Fall
No one is resistent,
To a barrage of criticisms.
I don't know anyone who is.
But I do know of one who isn't.
A sponge to soak up jokes told to provoke...
By those folks stroking egos,
With a mocking done constantly...
To annoy as others do a snooping,
Close to scope...
Initiates within me a resentment.
And even though I can not prevent what others do...
I can choose to refuse,
An amusement done at my expense.
And I am convinced...
It is not how someone is perceived to accept a fall,
By a misdeed thrown.
It is how someone takes a hit,
And gets over it quickly!
With an advantage taken that clearly benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Never Wish To Escape From You
i never wish to escape from your hands
you for once never own me and i for once
did not pretend that there is this clasp or
a grasp, for in truth, we have been strangers
all along, from the beginning when you have
seen me as a very tiny flower grieving for
my own darkness. There is no freedom,
because there was never a keeping.
Do not set me free, you never had me.
Look at me, do you still think that my eyes
are sad like the eyes of the widow?
Look at me and try touching my eyes,
aren't they as warm as yours?
There was never an entanglement of the
unicorn. Never. There is only this river that
your feet once trod, and then there is nothing
since then. I am free, and will always be.
There is no end, because we never had
any beginning. Take your chances now.Go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Repressive Recklessness
Irresponsibility has been an enemy to me
I am not even close to where I should be
I find myself drifting like a log on the sea
Oh Mr. Responsibility hear my desperate plea
Irresponsibility has caused me excruciating pain
I wonder if I’ll ever recover and make some gain
I am like an air craft tumbling towards the ground
Oh Mr. Responsibility please help me turn around
Irresponsibility has been my down fall
Instead of progressing I have had to crawl
Irresponsibility has held me down for too long
I am terribly tired of singing the losers song
I take responsibility for my life today
Irresponsibility will never again hold sway
poem by Howard Simon
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Bedlam and Evil
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
We need to keep the devil publicized...
And sadness on our faces and our eyes!
Well...
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sending An End Away
This comes as no surprise,
Your goodbye hurts my eyes.
These tears I can not stop...
Each dropp blocks my farewell.
And even though I know,
Tomorrow has to come...
It's still not in my heart,
To leave yesterday this way.
With a new beginning,
Sending an end away.
When morning brings to us sunrise,
Let us not speak of regret.
Let us not wish to stop time...
To fulfill promises not met!
Or any made left broken,
We should forgive and must forget.
When these hours come to pass...
And none are here to stay for good!
Let us ask ourselves,
If we've done the best we could.
And even though I know,
Tomorrow has to come...
It's still not in my heart,
To leave yesterday this way.
With a new beginning,
Sending an end away.
This comes as no surprise,
Your goodbye hurts my eyes.
These tears I can not stop...
Each dropp blocks my farewell.
And I should not take this time,
To sit and dwell!
But I will,
Wish you well...
As that hour comes,
To introduce something new
That has begun for everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vincent
Starry, starry night:
Paint your palette blue and gray.
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills.
Sketch the trees and the daffodils;
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now i understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night:
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze;
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue:
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now i understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still, your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do.
But i could've told you, vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night:
Portraits hung in empty halls:
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget;
Like the strangers that you've met:
The ragged men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now i think i know
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
song performed by by Don McLean
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I Did Love You
one day it was official
you even told your friends our 'secret'
i told mine too, days later
you first tole me 'i love you'
my heart raced, skipped beats and danced
i was shocked and happy
cause it official, you're my man
days flew by,
road trip i went to and really missed you
then one Sunday you texted me to say
'Happy anniversary i love you bae'
my heart filled with joy
eyes filled with tears
i'm over-excited still
a month flew by
we're two, every now and then you still say
i love you
up and down our relationship went
so much drama, it all turned to into nothing but mess
you got me
me still upset
girls getting jealous
her say this and she say that
3 months now and we still having that
the kiddy-love stage is over and so are we
boy, i did love you
now its time to let me do me
poem by Jazz James
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These Days're Fast in Their Passing
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Time spent in scheduling events,
To decide which ones...
Should be given more attention,
Is something done that has had its welcome.
But today,
Winds come to blow...
Do not slow to bestow,
Consideration given.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Finding time to procrastinate,
Is like hoping what is felt...
Is not an Earthquake that shakes.
Or a tornado that doesn't sweep,
Everything away...
With a flash before surprised eyes.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
And if one is not proactive...
Any delayed action at all,
May be cause for one's quick demise.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Satisfying those with their eyes open.
And not those with their eyes half closed.
If one needs to ask just how fast...
These days already here to experience and live,
Have begun to slip from their grasp!
With a speed that has blurred their vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shifting Images
Remember when mean spirited people,
Told their ethnic jokes.
And those within listening distance,
Would repeat them and laughed...
As they undermined and disrespected,
While poking at those 'other' folks.
And remember those days,
People felt safe to offend others.
As if they were entitled,
To proclaim publicly their druthers.
As some around them quietly endured,
And suffered.
Remember when people were hired to window dress?
To give an impression an acceptance was 'allowed'...
Although uncomfortably addressed.
And remember when it was expected,
Those with their noses turned up in the air...
Would climb on their high horses,
And remain forever there!
Remember when mean spirited people,
Told their ethnic jokes.
And those within listening distance,
Would repeat them and laughed...
As they undermined and disrespected,
While poking at those 'other' folks.
Remember when Roger Miller sang:
'England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles two by two.
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben.
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.'
That song was written in 1965.
The same year I decided to join the military.
It was considered to be a 'country' song then.
Filled with playful and innocent cuteness.
Today?
It just seems like an ironic satire,
With several shifting images.
No one these days,
Seems that inspired to acquire.
Note:
'Thank you, Mister Roger Miller'
Composer/Singer
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vincent
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they did not know how --
Perhaps theyll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and cant forget
Like the strangers that youve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; theyre not listening still --
Perhaps they never will.
For they could not love you
But still, your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do --
But I couldve told you, vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.
song performed by by NOFX
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Eyes Of The World
(lindsey buckingham)
Tellin you people, tell you no lie
My heart was breakin, Ill tell you why
Chorus:
Back and forth, lies unfurl...
In the eyes, in the eyes, in the eyes, in the eyes of the world....
Eyes...eyes...eyes...eyes...
Eyes...eyes...eyes...eyes...
Mondays children are filled with face....
Tuesdays children are filled with grace.....
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Licia Sonnets 43
Are those two stars, her eyes, my life's light gone,
By which my soul was freéd from all dark?
And am I left distressed to live alone,
Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark?
Ah sun, why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold,
When horsemen brave thou risest in the east?
Ah Cynthia pale, to whom my griefs I told,
Why do you both rejoice both man and beast?
And I alone, alone that dark possess
By Licia's absence brighter than the sun,
Whose smiling light did ease my sad distress,
And broke the clouds, when tears like rain begun.
Heavens, grant that light and so me waking keep,
Or shut my eyes and rock me fast asleep!
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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