Too Much
Too much to know.
Too much that is...
And isn't.
Too much that connects.
And yet remains untouched.
Too much of it sits alone.
To rust and wither away to dust!
Too much stuff that clutters up.
In the corners of the mind.
Within the walls enclosing.
Exposing one to imposing fear!
Too much is here.
To know,
That is...
And isn't there to fulfill!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If We Are Not Here to Give and Receive
If we are not here to give and receive...
Why are we blessed with arms to reach.
And hands to offer,
What we have to share?
Why would our hearts be where there are...
With legs attached,
To move as we choose...
To distances near or far?
With minds when unconfined,
Can be anywhere and at any time!
If we are not here to give and receive.
And to believe,
That is why we are here.
Then why do some deny others the gifts...
They have been given to collect,
But they elect...
Just to let sit to do nothing with?
As things they witness dust and rust...
Providing them an emptiness.
With a faith they must keep trusted.
And an absence of their happiness,
Allowing themselves to be burdened...
With feelings to fulfill,
An unadmitted insignificance...
Enclosing within them,
As they pretend to hush this alone...
Condoning.
In a silent crush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Rid Of The Rust
You ought to get up in the morning,
With it dawning that a new you is due.
And changing attitude.
You ought to get up in the morning,
With it dawning that a new you is due.
And pursuing it through.
Get all that dust out of the corners,
With a cleaning of that...
Long overdue.
And you know it's true too.
Then decide to get rid of the rust,
With a doing to do.
And sweep away those yesterdays,
To leave them staying there forever.
You ought to get up in the morning,
With it dawning that a new you is due.
And changing attitude.
Get all that dust out of the corners,
With a cleaning of that...
Long overdue.
And you know it's true too.
Then decide...
To get rid of the rust,
With a doing to do.
And,
Sweep away those yesterdays to leave them there forever.
Then decide...
To get rid of the rust,
With a doing to do.
And,
Sweep away those yesterdays to leave them there forever.
Then decide...
To get rid of the rust,
With a doing to do.
And,
Sweep away those yesterdays to leave them there forever.
Like the doing of bad weather.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Deep That It Sits Untouched!
Too deep that it sits untouched!
Just inches below the surface...
If an itch was scratched!
And under their feet.
But leap years away,
From those caught up...
In divisions.
And visions growing within them dim...
When the slightest 'light' enclosed inside,
Is trapped!
To allow an ignorance flourished to set in!
Beginning a diminishing,
Swiftly!
Blowing a blind dust to addict and attract,
Until a rusting holds them back!
And that which is considered too deep to touch...
Fades,
Into familiar charading masquerades.
Paraded and chased...
By those barely thriving,
Without lack of insight!
Once glowing bright with promise.
To assist a few who dared to acknowledge...
Just steps away lay the keys,
To unlock their minds from confinement!
Too deep that it sits untouched!
'Underwhelmed' with a persistent stubbornness that insist...
Those gifts within their reach,
Can not be so near.
Unthinkable it is!
And to accept thoughtlessness.
Too deep that it sits untouched.
A treasure chest of 'jewels'
Unearthed.
Unrecognized!
As much as they perceive themselves.
Floating above the surface to mingle unashamed,
Without a purpose...
To rightfully claim what belongs to them to proclaim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is The House
This is the house
This is the hill
This is the story - it's a little thing
A lock of hair
An invisible smoke trail
Nothing there but the dust and the rust
Oh/oh/oh everything changes
This is your picture (it's in black and white)
This is the family having a party
There's a crack in the ceiling
And there's an open door
Nothing there but the dust and the rust
Oh/oh/oh everything changes
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Reality
The lights are on but you're not home
You've drifted off somewhere alone
Somewhere that's safe, no questions here
A quite place to hide from your fears
Sometimes when your out of rope
The way to climb back up is unclear
The walls you build around yourself
I guess they keep you here
Are you afraid of what they think?
Whoever "they" happen to be
Or are you hiding from the scars of your own reality?
So you sedate and drown in vain
You've got a pill for everyday
A suit and tie to mask the truth
It's ugly head is starting to show through
Sometimes when your out of rope
The way to climb back up is unclear
The walls you build around yourself
I guess they keep you here
Are you afraid of what they think?
Whoever "they" happen to be
Or are you hiding from the scars of your own reality?
The monster you're feeding, your lack of perception
The things that you do to fulfill addictions
The light at the end of your tunnel is closing
What is it that your so afraid of exposing
You'd give it all up for what there for the taking
Whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking
The same things you're thinking might make you feel better
The same things that probably got you here
Sometimes when your out of rope
The way to climb back up is unclear
The walls you build around yourself
I guess they keep you here
Are you afraid of what they think?
Whoever "they" happen to be
Or are you hiding from the scars of your own reality?
The monster you're feeding, your lack of perception
The things that you do to fulfill addictions
The light at the end of your tunnel is closing
What is it that your so afraid of exposing
You'd give it all up for what there for the taking
Whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking
The same things you're thinking might make you feel better
The same things that probably got you here
song performed by by Staind
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Where The Streets Have No Names
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
song performed by by U2
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Love Connects
Love connects us with everyone and everything,
Love bridges our hearts with gratitude,
Our connection with life becomes stronger through feeling,
Love connects us with everyone and everything :)
Love connects us with necessary pain,
Love provides pain to gain awareness,
Our connection to ourselves gets stronger as pain leaves,
Love connects us with necessary pain :)
Love connects us with our passions,
Love encourages self expression and spontaneity,
Our connection to our truth becomes stronger by sharing,
Love connects us with our passions :)
Love connects us with truth always,
Love shares truth to guide us to ourselves,
Our connection becomes stronger as we receive it,
Love connects us with truth always :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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Book
A book lies dusty on a shelf,
its contents misunderstood,
an author’s child,
born out of blood sweat and tears.
Its pages fading corners,
now untouched by inquisitive fingers.
A book of knowledge,
soon to be lost in time,
as years take their toll in decay,
and old man’s dream,
is soon to rush to dust.
poem by David Harris
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Unaware of Her Perfection
I see her appear from the corner of my vision
And I feel my back stand tall
I want to speak to her and express this feeling inside
I have no words to match at all
Her pattern remains untouched and fluid as she floats through time and space
I struggle to find my next move to make it look like I know what I'm doing
I can only attempt to rise and fall out of my stream of self-consciousness
While she remains untouched and fluid
Unaware of her perfection
Every move I make
Finds the dreaded second guess
While every move she makes is simply the best
poem by ryan Cravatta
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And So It Goes
A mansion on a hill is a lovely sight to see
But like any other house, its only temporary
Home is anywhere you choose to put your heart;
If theres no love inside, itll soon fall apart.
Ashes to ashes, dust into dust
Buildings will crumble, bridges will rust
Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up
And so it goes with everything but love
And so it goes, with everything but love
You can drive around in a long limosine
If you dont know where youre going, it dont mean a thing
He whod walk a mile, just to hold an empty hand
Knows what it means, to be a wealthy man
Ashes to ashes, dust into dust
Buildings will crumble, bridges will rust
Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up
And so it goes with everything but love
And so it goes, with everything but love
Worldly treasures will all pass away
Theres just one thing thats put here to stay
Ashes to ashes, dust into dust
Buildings will crumble, bridges will rust
Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up
And so it goes with everything but love
And so it goes, with everything but love
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Rust
Rust
Brown.
Cracked,
Chipped.
Burnt,
Orange.
Nothing
Is
Rust,
But
Dust.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Castle Walls
She ventured out from her castle walls
In hopes of meeting me,
I said: ‘we’ll flee to the furthest shores,
We’ll run to the far countree,
We’ll sit in bliss on a grassy slope
To see our love returned; ’
I looked again at the moat and saw
That all the boats were burned.
‘How shall I leave my castle walls
And all that keeps me free,
I fear the step that you wish to take
Could spell the end for me,
I wish to come, if I only dared, ’
She said in a sad reply,
The moat was still and the air was chill
And the moon was riding high.
I stood alone by the castle moat
As she turned to seek the warm;
‘The roads of life are a trap, ’ I cried,
‘But so is a thunderstorm,
So are the walls of a castle when
The mortar turns to dust,
So are the bolts on a castle gate
When the hinges start to rust.’
‘You weary me, I must be free, ’
The tower echoed, black,
‘As free as the castle walls allow, ’
I called in sadness back.
‘It’s not too late for the grassy slope
To see our love returned -’
I looked again at the moat and saw
That all the boats were burned.
12 July 1973
poem by David Lewis Paget
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When The Walls Came Tumbling Down
On the first day of the first month in some distant year
The whole sky froze golden
Some said it was the aftermath of the radium bomb
While others told of a final retribution
A terrible revenge of the gods
But we understood the grand finale
Fulfillment of a prophecy told many years before
So all that was left was...
All the women were captured and chained
And national suicide was proclaimed
And New America fell to the ground
And all the children lay crippled and lame
But all the nations came together
In fear of the thought of the end
No more would we fight in the streets
No courage had we to defend
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
A blinding light the sun had died
A new moon took its place
Tidal waves and open graves the fate of the unhuman race
The city's heart no longer beats no pity have I left to lend
A sinner sits reciting Dylan it's now that I welcome the end
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
When the walls came tumbling down
Nobody made a sound
Down
song performed by by Def Leppard from On Through The Night
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And So It Goes
This song was first released on the stonehaven sunrise album. it is the only album it has been released on.
A mansion on a hill is a lovely sight to see
But like any other house its only temporary
Home is anywhere you choose to put your heart
If theres no love inside, it will soon fall apart
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Buildings will crumble, bridges will rust
Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up
And so it goes with everything but love
You can drive around in a long imousine
If you dont know where youre going, it dont mean a thing
He whod walk a mile just to hold an empty hand
Knows what it means to be a wealthy man
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Palaces will crumble, bridges will rust
Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up
And so it goes with everything but love
Worldly treasures will all pass away
Theres just one thing that was put here to stay
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Kingdoms will crumble, bridges will rust
Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up
And so it goes with everything but love
Words and music by paul overstreet and don schlitz
song performed by by John Denver
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Nothing Gets Collected But Dust On Rust
If you wait too long,
Something will go wrong in your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Believing this eliminates it...
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
If you wait,
Too long...
Something will go wrong,
In your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Since you wanna and you're gonna.
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
You put up all your screens on your dreams.
Distrusting they would go or be taken away.
You put up all your reasons to demean!
Believing this would keep your dreams from being seen.
If you wait too long,
Something will go wrong in your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Believing this eliminates it...
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
If you wait,
Too long...
Something will go wrong,
In your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Since you wanna and you're gonna.
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
You put up all your screens on your dreams.
Distrusting they would go or be taken away.
You put up all your reasons to demean!
Believing this would keep your dreams from being seen.
If you wait,
Too long...
Something will go wrong,
In your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Since you wanna and you're gonna.
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
Nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
Nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
Nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wall And Wall And Wall Upon A Wall
This is my world
And I live here alone
Thick with walls
Walled with walls
Now I am at last
Untouched
By your unwashed hands
Now at last
I cannot see
I cannot hear
You and your impurities.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The universe is of the nature of a thought or sensation in a universal Mind … To put the conclusion crudely — the stuff of the world is mind-stuff. As is often the way with crude statements, I shall have to explain that by "mind" I do not exactly mean mind and by "stuff" I do not at all mean stuff. Still that is about as near as we can get to the idea in a simple phrase. The mind-stuff of the world is something more general than our individual conscious minds; but we may think of its nature as not altogether foreign to feelings in our consciousness … Having granted this, the mental activity of the part of world constituting ourselves occasions no great surprise; it is known to us by direct self-knowledge, and we do not explain it away as something other than we know it to be — or rather, it knows itself to be.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Its Ok
Its ok
Love is only meant for some
Im the rock
The shoulder you can cry on
I keep the walls from falling down
I keep the walls from falling down
I keep the walls from falling down
Ill play it straight
While you laugh and drink and party all night long
Ill designate myself
To be the driver who takes you home
I keep the walls from falling down
I keep the walls from falling down
You can be pretty and tragic
Ill try to keep the walls from falling down
You can be beautiful and fabulous
Ill try to keep the walls from falling down
I cant reach the pain you feel
But Ill try to keep the walls from falling down
If you can hold on
Lose your fear
Ill try to keep the walls from falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Where is your saint
To let you know youre not alone
To bring you peace
Help me be your friend your confidante
And keep the walls from falling down
Keep the walls from falling down
Keep the walls from falling down
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Fair Bread
The sky is clear and scorching the sun,
Hot wind blows fast along with dust,
None seen outside but children run,
Who are beyond the evil of rust.
A man appears having staff on his head,
Who is a perspiring poor hawker,
Shouting loudly, he's moving ahead,
Who is weak but strong as a walker.
Some children buy and pay for it,
And he moves with his earlier pace,
The gust of wind and the sun him hit,
The sweat with dust lies on his face.
Coming home, he takes rest on his bed,
And thanks God truely for His grace,
Cause he's earned the fair bread,
And, so satisfaction sits on his face.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Short Of Daybreak
another year has gone by
time just took it away
friends have changed
clear skies watch over us
but we've had our share of rain
romance still sits untouched
by the water she waits patiently
hoping i'll take her home someday
to think i lost her
that my dreams were her only place
but for her i've learned to wait
a smile remains on my face knowing
god holds her at night
letting her know i'm on my way
so i'll hold my head high
for love may be a day
i can't say
but tomorrow awaits
bringing me closer to you
song performed by by Underoath
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