Thorns And Thick Brush
Sometimes there is a reason why
Fluff rises to the top
Thorns and thick brush on paths
Can be a bit too much
To endure to secure
A clearing that provides
Undeniable understanding
That comes to strip one
From a fantasized past
And expected fluff
Entertains the senses
Rushed by an overflowing of reality
Pricking nerves seeking to be sedated
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fluff Seekers
Fluff seekers know where to go,
To get their daily fix.
And those wishing to get their reality,
Straight up with no chaser...
Like to remain sober as long as possible.
Although their activity may not be received,
As popular.
And today...
People can not seem to get enough fluff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fluffhead
Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease
Could not find no cure
Wont you help him if you please?
Fluff came to my door / fluff came to new york (two parts)
Askin me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged
Fluff went to a banker
Askin for some bills
The banker said, I aint got that
But I sure got some powerful pills.
song performed by by Phish
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Giving Eye Contact
If I appeared here,
To fill your ears with fluff...
You wouldn't hear a word,
I had to say!
Since the fluff stuff you believe,
Protects you from experiencing...
A brusing done to your ego.
And I am clearly not in masquerade.
Already...
Without one word I utter,
You are prepared to be afraid.
Although you are the one that struts around.
And I am the one giving eye contact.
Without one dropp of sweat to be found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call That Vanity
I remember once being told I was nothing but fluff.
With a life that would lead to nothing,
Because I was not made of the right stuff.
And purposely I see these folks.
And keep my mouth close shut.
Since most of them are limping with canes,
If not laying flat on their butts!
And I am happy and glad my stuff is fluff.
With a still muscled butt that allows my strut!
And please by all means,
Call that vanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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F.M. Doll
Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Undeniable
Being here together
Is like dreaming wide awake
Once you've found perfection
You know it's no mistake
too many times
I've tried too hard
To make love become real
You showed me how
My life can change
When love is meant to be
It's undeniable
Your love is undeniable
It's undeniable
True love is undeniable
It's undeniable
You can change direction
You can change your mind
Cold sky and close your eyes
but the sun's still gonna shine
'Cause when the magic comes your way
And you say it isn't real
Yeah!
There's no use to try to lie
About the way you make me feel
It's undeniable
Your love is undeniable
It's undeniable
True love is undeniable
It's undeniable
I can't turn it down
(I can't turn it down)
No one else can turn it around
It's the truest thing I've ever found
It's undeniable
Your love is undeniable
It's undeniable
True love is undeniable
It's undeniable
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from Sittin' On Top Of The World
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beautiful Flower
The most beautiful flower
filling my senses with passion
overflowing my being with plenty
pulling away my pain
filling my emptiness with cool water
joining my soul without reason
I can feel the sweet taste of love embracing my heart
to touch this most beautiful flower
filling my senses with warmth
pulling the harsh cold snow from my heart
overflowing my eyes with sunbeams of hope
between my mind and my dreams...
I caress this flower, this most beautiful flower
filling my thoughts with daydreams of reality
opening my eyes to the greatest truth
this most beautiful flower.
poem by John Earing
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Here To Conduct Business
Not a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.
I'm here to conduct business.
Not provide safe images,
To allow a giggling...
You've been blinded by immaturity,
To validate a purpose...
As a life that exists.
If you misunderstood me,
To be something else...
That is your perception,
From a life you've been dealt.
I'm here to conduct business.
Not provide safe images.
Nor a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Catastrophe of Delusion
The catastrophe of delusion,
Conquered into submission.
And defeated by undeniable truth...
Wounds the minds of many!
The audacity of reality,
Tearing down walls of pretense.
Leaves an exposure of falsities...
With nowhere to hide.
Or a fence to sit!
Those aware with focused eyes,
Take comforts away...
From the ones medicated.
The ones sedated,
Who board daily...
Their escapading 'trips' as scehduled.
Anything to keep their minds numbed...
With detached satisfaction.
The catastrophe of delusion,
Conquered into submission.
And defeated by undeniable truth...
Wounds the minds of many!
As a way of life,
Quickly slips from their hands!
As those misunderstandings,
Are no longer in need of clarification.
What comes to an end...
Ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brutal
I don't sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff!
When I 've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
Or beat around the bush.
I'm not into fuzzy wuzzy stuff.
Or get cuddly to patch things up!
I don't sauté what I have to say,
With puffed up fluff for you!
When I've had enough...
And the going gets tough,
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
Because you think it's cute...
To use me as a substitute!
I don't bite my lip...
And pretend I'm not pissed!
You try to do me in...
And then you turn around and grin?
Thinking I wont do,
What now you know I can and will...
To you!
Yes...
Your looks could kill,
But I wont be a pig in swill.
I will get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
You think I'm a wimp in a pink tutu?
With a tutti fruiti tattoo on my booty too?
I wont sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff for you.
When I've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
I don't sauté what I say,
Or look away...
With my dignity played!
Not me.
Oh no!
You see...
I don't offer fantasy!
I'll give you brutal.
That's all I offer to you,
Is the brutal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Diagnosis
I feel as though, there's a numbness in my head,
But I'm not dead,
My brain is fighting through thick clouds of fluff,
Indistinguishable stuff,
Reactions are of a slow and thickening kind,
Enveloping the mind,
With tiredness setting in, and responses slow,
Of thoughts, there is no flow,
This trauma that has hit us sharp and cruel,
Has left me short of fuel; ,
Energy has petered out and so,
I'm feeling pretty low,
But positive I know I have to be,
For 'him'. you see!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Loss of Opportunity to Correct
They are seeking someone to blame,
For the deadend of their greed.
For the sloppiness of their gluttony.
For the selfishness they feed.
But they will come to realize,
They've been driven by their own addictions.
And their own needs to be deluded.
Unconsciously polluted and fantasized.
And with eyes clearing...
A reflection they see!
Racism, division, ignorance and isolation.
With a loss of opportunity...
To correct.
With no empathy bestowed from those,
Who observe them as they pass.
Looking onto this scene...
Expressing no feelings to be seen.
At least none they have chosen,
For them to regret!
Corruption fed without a consciousness...
Comes to greet.
Without delicious treats.
For a clean up that comes next.
And the seriousness of reality,
Taken to confront such a mess!
'Did we do this by ourselves? '
Yes, children!
No one else.
And guess what?
You will clean it up yourselves.
Here is your broom and mop.
Get busy!
And when you are done here...
There is much more.
Not we...
Or us!
But 'you' will do to improve!
And...
Over there,
You will find your uniforms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I love raw cookie dough, right out of the tube. The other thing I eat is marshmallow fluff.
quote by Sandra Bullock
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Candy Floss
Real sticky stuff swirled around a Stick
Put on in layers nice and Thick
Fluffy Balls of Pink and Red
Much bigger than any kids Head
Grinning a big Grin
They stick there head In
And eat that sticky pink Fluff
Like there just ain't Enough
Then one of the kids turn to Me
And say's: that will be $1.50
poem by David Darbyshire
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You cannot forge a hammer from featherpod fluff, nor spin spidersilk from precious copper.
I think that freshness and that innocence is something that is missing from a lot of female singers. I'm certainly not denying that I'm young, but I'm not fluff.
quote by Jessica Simpson
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One Thing Leads To Another
The wind blows pure- unpolluted...
My blinking eyes see signs of Grace...
The fluff from the clouds temporarily disappears...
And give the mysterious woods-a face;
The purple dawn awakens all of my senses...
As the brillant lemon-orange rises in the East-
A gentle sigh from a past shadow whispers a single breath-
While a raging thunder builds as a mighty beast;
Morning secrets travel to and through to Grace...
As Mother Natures wings listen to the thunders rolling roars-
While in the depths of the mountain- a victim prays for no rain...
Outside 'tis sparkling, as the Autumns frosts of yore;
The future past lies not in the Winter to come...
Nor even in the Springs rain or Eastertide blooms...
For she 'tis awaiting shortly there after, for us-
In the 'Grace of love' at Summertimes warm noon;
Dedicated to: ' Nancy Grace'-HLN-***
To her mother: Elizabeth who was released from the hospital.
Prayers are answered Nancy!
In Honor of Nancy's Birthday coming up: October 23,2009.
In Honor of Her Miracle Twins Birthday coming: November 4,2009.
Do not miss out on her book: The Eleventh Victim...It is wonderful! ! ! !
It is a must read! ! ! !
October 9,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Only a Cuckoo Can Do
And as the cage door opened,
Fluff with feathers flew...
Back to make more obscene appearances.
As only a 'cuckoo' can do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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