Too Few Can See They Are Not Alone
Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
And they don't know what to do.
Too few can see,
They are not alone.
Too many have known greed.
And this has been shown.
People in need like these,
Are on their own.
And in bitter grieving zones.
With no reprieve,
That comforts or condones.
Woes that have grown to flourish.
And prosper isolated agonies.
Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
And they don't know what to do.
Too few can see,
They are not alone.
People in need like these,
Are now left on their own.
Pleading for a dieing process,
To be revived artificially...
If a remedy is possible.
And...
Those possibilities,
Are not to be!
None on the horizon,
To patch these wounds,
Temporarily.
More are heard,
Joining.
The droaning in moans.
And finding themselves...
Turning off emotions.
To become cold as stone.
But aroused to heat in protests.
That builds from a simmer,
To boil in a manifested mental illness...
That affects...
An increase of these disturbances.
A society falling to pieces,
In regret.
A society falling to pieces,
In hopelessness.
And a people,
No longer feeling guilty to feel free...
To unleash havoc and blatant hostilities.
With a spreading of seething unrest.
Seen.
To unsettle those,
Still clinging onto slipping comforts.
And addictions to numb.
A multplying of undeniable chaos,
Stirs miseries dispensed.
And the fading presence of any signs of self respect.
Diminishes with attempts.
In a thoughtful retrospect meant,
To appease and curtail resentments.
Heard in the distance,
Are voices ostracized.
Undeterred,
They are to share...
And speak of love.
And a people,
No longer feeling guilty to feel free...
To unleash havoc and blatant hostilities.
With a spreading of seething unrest.
Seen.
To unsettle those,
Still clinging onto slipping comforts.
And addictions to numb.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squashing Others Doesn't End Their Troubles
Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.
Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.
Gangbangers like to take their hanging into the streets,
To heat them up with stirring up their troubles.
Beat boppers from the 70's tote up on their weed.
To drift away and up above their troubles.
As hip hoppers and the rappers with their slang done,
Think they have the key to end their troubles.
Rap packers 'spit' their chatter,
As if nothing matters.
With a squashing done to others double troubles.
And squashing others doesn't end their troubles.
No!
Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.
Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.
Many live to double up their troubles.
And squashing others doesn't end their troubles.
No.
A squashing others always starts the trouble.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ignoring Many Hints Of Trouble
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
With a change of leadership,
It is believed by many a return to greed and prosperity...
Is within their reach to have it repeated.
However...
It is not the current leadership,
That drove their lives into the pits.
Or purchased their persuasions with investments made...
In monopolized businesses.
No!
That monkey sits on the wrong shoulders.
Those known in positions of leadership,
Are just pawns used regurgitating rhetoric.
With hopes to keep following sheep distracted.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember it?
Remember it?
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Double Trouble
They got a line on you,
Little bit of trouble too,
You got, some jets inside,
Cherry lips, and delirious eyes.
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yea
They better chain your hands,
And you, spread some evil,
Pick and pan.
Hey, you sure got,
Some jets inside,
But you got a little,
With those empty eyes
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yea
Youve got (got),
Some jets inside,
Baby, broken promises,
Broken pride
You get in trouble
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yeah,
You got some trouble,
(double trouble)
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble,
And you come to town
Double trouble,
That double trouble,
Oh yeah.
song performed by by Cars
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Now You Want To Bust 'My' Bubble
Don't trouble me with your own needs.
Don't trouble me with that you see.
Don't trouble me with your beliefs.
You've got your troubles,
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
Don't trouble me with your own needs.
Don't trouble me with that you see.
Don't trouble me with your beliefs.
You've got your troubles,
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel quite affected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel unprotected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel you're rejected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble,
'Cause I'm not the one in trouble.
And you think I want to double up...
On your humbling done by rubble.
You feel quite affected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel unprotected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel you're rejected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble,
'Cause I'm not the one in trouble.
And you think I want to double up...
On your humbling done by rubble.
Don't trouble me with your own needs.
Don't trouble me with that you see.
Don't trouble me with your beliefs.
You've got your troubles,
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel quite affected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel unprotected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble.
You feel you're rejected.
Now you want to bust 'my' bubble,
'Cause I'm not the one in trouble.
And you think I want to double up...
On your humbling done by rubble.
No not me,
I suffered all alone with troubles.
No not me,
You fled away and on the double.
No not me,
You sped and quick.
And now you want to come back to add more it.
No not me,
I suffered all alone with troubles.
No not me,
You fled away and on the double.
No not me,
You sped and quick.
And now you want to come back to add more it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Broken Road of My Life
I am sitting here,
watching my life go by me.
Faces pass, people come and go.
My life is going down a completely different road.
Down the broken road.
My life has completely fallen apart.
There is no stopping it.
I try to pick up the pieces again and again,
but nothing seems to work.
There is nothing left of my heart.
I don't feel love.
I don't feel happiness.
I feel nothing.
There is no reason for me
to continue to live.
I have nothing more to live for.
Why must people break me down inside,
right to the very core?
I don't feel pain.
I don't feel misery.
I don't feel anything.
Even if people say it will be alright
still I hear myself say,
'I want to end my life! '
But now it is too late to turn back.
I can't stop going down the broken road.
My life means nothing,
it just seems to go zooming by
while my body is left behind.
This is the broken road of my life!
poem by Jaana Coon
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Just Remember I Love You
When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone
The days get rainy and the nights get long
When you get that feeling you were born to lose
Staring at your ceiling
Thinking of your blues
When there's so much trouble that you want to cry
The world has crumbled
And you don't know why
When your hopes are fading
And they can't be found
Dreams have left you waiting
Friends have let you down
Just remember I love you and it'll be alright
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Just remember I love you
And it'll be alright
Maybe then your blues will fade away
When you need a lover
And you're down so low
You start to wonder
But you never know
When it feels like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow
You'll feel this way again
When the blues come calling
At the break of dawn
The rain keeps falling
But the rainbow's gone
When you feel like crying
And the tears won't come
Then your dreams are dying
Then you're on the run
Just remember I love you
More than I can say
Just remember I love you
And it'll be alright
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Comfort vs Change
Who you become has a lot to do with the people you know, and the books that you read. Begin to cut the ties and enter into change if that is what you truly want. Change lives outside of our comfort zones! If you want change be ready to let go of your comforts. I believe the more discomfort you retain the less repetitive we are being in life. Repetition is death to those who want definitive change in life. Naturally life is drawn inwards on itself, towards what makes us feel more and more comfortable. The key to unlocking change is to escape from this feeling. 'Escape your comforts, and you will have no where else to go.. but entering into change.'
poem by Grant Gates
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Giving Up
I feel like i'm broken
I feel like i'm rotting at my core
I feel like my soul has fled from my body
I feel like i'm useless
I feel like a codependent whore
I feel like I have nothing left to give
I feel like you dont want me anymore
I feel like I have been thrown away
I feel like an abandoned child thrown out on the streets
Why do they have to lie to me
Why do they try to control me
Why do they try to tell me who I am
They don't know me
They don't own me
This shit has got to stop
I feel like I have done something terribly wrong
I feel like no one should have to deal with me
I feel like you shouldn't care for me anymore
I feel I have done more damage then a wreaking ball
I am a danger to myself
I am codependent
I am selfish
I am dishonest
I am no longer to be trusted
I am not me anymore
I have no more to offer
I have nothing left to give
I have no joyful soul that you use to know
I can no longer smile
I can no longer laugh
I can no longer entertain you
I can no longer be of any help
I have given up on life
I have given up on people
I have given up on relationships
I have given up on you
There is no longer a reason for me to love or be loved
For I feel you have given up on me
Therefore there isn't a reason for living
Usless youre dying for me
(11-30-04)
poem by Brandi Young
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Everything Is Broken
Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds
Aint no use jivin, aint no use jokin
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Someone else has just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin
Everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off some place
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules
Hound dog howlin, bullfrog croakin
Everything is broken
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sir Duke
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Dont make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter a
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just wont quit
But here are some of musics pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For theres basie, miller, satchmo
And the king of all sir duke
And with a voice like ellas ringing out
Theres no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people
Cant you feel it all over
Come on lets feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people
Notes: corrected by [email protected]
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Everything Is Broken
Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Aint no use jiving,
Aint no use joking,
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin,
Everything is broken.
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Thangs fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Why Does All This Chaos Exist
Do you know what its like?
Living in a multi-culture society
You have cultures saying they are better than yours
You have people bickering amongst themselves
You have religions saying
Your God is not real but ours is…
The confusion drives people insane
Why do humans do this to themselves?
Why does all this Chaos Exist?
Can anyone tell me why?
Because it's like a never ending cycle
Of chaos and hate
I was asked if I should speak
Or share what I think
About this confusion that exists in this world
I say what I mean
I express what I feel
I use to hide all that
Not anymore not for me
Its just the way that I feel
poem by Kaila George
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The Walls Of Your Castles Are Sure To Crumble And Fall
When one falls in love it can feel like walking on air
You feel you can overcome anything in your way
You feel that there’s nothing in life that can bring you down
Your depression and loneliness seem to disappear
The walls of your castles are sure to crumble and fall
The same walls you have built to keep your broken heart safe
From the possibility of feeling pain again
You will once again feel free to be happy in life
You no longer feel guilty deep within your freed soul
One feels that at last they have found true meaning in life
Finally mundane feelings become fewer between
They don’t matter they are trivial feelings for one
‘Tis real and you can feel it deep inside your core’s soul
Then you and your love will truly be known as a pair
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Many People
Many people are here
Many people are not
Many people have left
Many people have come -
We have seen many people that are not here.
Many people have died
Many people have lived -
The many people we loved and do love, have gone and left us.
Many of our friends and family are lost
For fear has taken me.
The pieces have fallen and broken and can’t be fixed
Those pieces were my life
And now my life is gone
For I am alone with none to guide me through my time
I am alone
I am alone.
poem by Moe Moe Bob
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Sociopaths Stand Back
People in the middle,
Enjoy keeping their riddles griddled.
And slapped to sizzle nonstop.
While turning up the temperature...
To see who steams a lot!
Just to justify that feeling to boost.
Nobody adjusted and in a right frame of mind,
Sits to feel reduced,
In a seduction they can find.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody wants to stay a loose goose cooked.
For other geese to please.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody carries on their back,
Weighted troubles packed.
To consciously seek a place to bend their knees.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody chooses to sing the blues,
Because they love the melody.
Just to feel that boost.
Although some may elect to fight...
Instead of leaving alone what is known is right.
Sociopaths stand back.
Nobody expresses those needs you feed.
Just to feel that boost.
And trying to justify,
Why their detached caboose is loose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Needs
i feel i need somebody telling me,
you are strong,
i look up to you,
just to have a meaning in my life.
but, should that be all?
i'm tring to fill in this hole,
that only seem bigger,
by what people say,
by what people do,
all only bring me down,
and make me question my existance,
all coming from people you love,
can't turn away,
it's like a knife that stab you in your heart,
feeling of hopelessness,
tears that i cry,
late at night,
because i feel,
that i can no longer deal,
with this life i was given,
am i wrong?
to hate what god has given me?
a gift to be on this earth,
because everyday feels like a curse,
that was sent upon me.
4-5-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Hurt
Leaving him hurt
hurts more than a broken bone
and then you came along
so perfect so sweet
and then so quickly you disappeared
my heart already shattered lost hope
leaving me crushed into pieces
I thought I could heal
once again become whole with you
but it looks ill only be hurt once more
now in pieces I sit an I burn
slowly turning into ashes
my heart is no more
for I lost hope to ever love again
because everytime I do I'm hurt
I can't feel loved anymore
as I never was before
I can no longer love
as I don't know how to anymore
this will leave me torn
for the rest of my days
as I can no longer have your heart
all I have is pain
the pain that's left behind
and that feeling no one needs
that feeling of being hurt
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Why Do Guys Choose Me?
i hate bringing ppl into my misery,
i feel like they don't deserve it,
why are they still here,
by my side suffering with me?
they can have such a better life,
than dealing with what they can say,
what they can do,
what's right, what's wrong,
it feels so wrong,
that they give up more,
to make me happy,
i like the attention,
but i hate feeling guilty,
it's almost like i'm waiting,
waiting for them to have enough of me,
and just leave,
am i really worth this much trouble,
when they can have any girl they want,
i don't really feel all that special,
i feel broken and unworthy of love,
i hate feeling this way,
but at times,
it feels so true.
poem by Mona Martinez
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My world is falling apart and i can't stop it
i just want to hide,
i don't want to face the world,
it feels like it too much,
i'm slowly slipping,
and it like nobody catching me,
i'm losing my grip,
i just want out,
i want to numb the pain,
but i know that not the answer,
i want to scream,
but it no sound comes out,
i put on a front,
like everything okay,
but inside i am falling apart,
losing all control,
i don't know where it will stop,
i feel sick,
i feel like i'm losing control,
and i must find a way to hold onto it,
nothing is easy,
but if i open up,
than i'm weak,
if i give in,
than i want attention,
it just never seem to end,
i'm hurting inside,
and i don't know how to deal,
it like i don't have permission,
permission to feel the pain,
i'm not surpose to be 'that girl'
i'm a big girl,
i'm surpose to act tough,
but i feel like i'm losing the battle,
it feels like i'm letting ppl down,
like i have to remain tough,
while everybody around me falls apart,
it don't feel fair,
that i can't express myself freely,
the past and present combining into one,
it's a never ending fight,
all i ask is to be free,
but no matter what,
the pain follows me like a shadow,
i can't seem to shake it,
but i can numb myself to not feel the pain.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Without Resolve
inside a rumor
we delight at the
misfortune
of our neighbors
i feel guilty sometimes
and i want to quit
on the other hand
it is their miseries
much greater than ours
that make us
feel so happy
we start all over again
over another cup of
coffee
watching time go by
like another
unfortunate guy
i feel guilty sometimes
but i cannot really quit
it is always the misery of
other people
that makes mine so
lighter
i guess, this is nothing
but survival.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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