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Unkind

No longer can their antics be called asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on for quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process they find,
Unkind!

No longer can their tragic deeds be of benefit.
Not when they've shot themselves in the foot...
And unaware of it!
They chose to follow a path they thought would profit them.
Only to dig deeper in regretted debt,
They now smother in.

As they swirl together in a whirpool of sins,
That shows no mercy and strangles them.
With an intention gaining the momentum and is...
Unkind!

No longer can their antics be called,
Asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on,
For quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Has created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process,
They find...
Bitter without sweeteners, angry and unkind!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cruel Young Lover

Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Just because you can
You treat me like a fool
But just because you can
Dont make it right
Can it be so hard
To be a little kind
And you could be here
With me tonight
Ive got feelings
Dont be unkind
Feelings
Dont be unkind
Feelings
Stay with me tonight
Youve been stealing
Thats so unkind
Stealing
A heart, a mind
Stealing
Stay with me tonight
Cruel young lover
Blow your mind out
Time will come when
You will find out
Time will take your cruel power away
Cruel young lover
Try to stand out
Will it always pay
To bland out?
Time will take your cruel power away
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Once again youre gone
Somewhere in the night
Disappearing
Leaving me alone
The lure of city streets
The pull of unknown souls
The overpowering draw
Of the unknown
Youve been stealing
Thats so unkind
Stealing
A heart, a mind
Im appealing
Stay with me tonight
Cruel young lover
Hit the action
Can you live on your attraction
Time may take your cruel power away
Cruel young lover
Try to stand out
Will it always pay
To bland out?
Time will take your cruel power away
Cruel young lover
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Ah ah ah ah ah
Thats so unkind
Do you hear me?
Thats so unkind
Do you hear me?
Thats so unkind
Cruel young lover
Thats so unkind
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Ah ah ah ah ah
Cruel young lover
Thats so unkind
Do you hear me?
Thats so unkind
Thats so unkind
Do you hear me?
Thats so unkind
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Cruel young lover
Cruel young lover
Do you hear me?
Thief
Do you hear me?
Thief
Do you hear me?
Thats so unkind
Thats so unkind

song performed by by Human League
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Those of Childish Minds

Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We're Sighing

We're sighing because it's just all we can do,
We've tried all there is just to get through to you;
You say that you'll try to be better next time,
We're afraid that, again, you're just using that line.

You don't seem to care how much trouble you cause,
And between your mad antics there's hardly a pause;
You drive in the wedge a bit further each time,
Your behaviour towards us we see as a crime.

What you want out of life is a mystery to me,
You will never be happy until you are free;
Free to discover it's not what you thought,
This bed of red roses, so eagerly sought.

You're blind to the fact that this world's a tough place,
You may find it bitter when you've had a taste;
All those who would help you have done all they can,
You've rejected us all, every woman and man.

You have carefully burned all your bridges behind,
By the things you have said, they were very unkind;
Every knot that was tied you have slowly undone,
The web of your sorrows, yourself you have spun.

(Written June 1995)

poem by John Carter Brown
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Fine

A lovers quarrel
Death by a shotgun barrel
With a cleaning solution the instruments are made sterile.
A hairy situation.
Like a plastic surgeon.
Rewriting the expression.
In both the date and time.

Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.

Changing my identity
Becoming that man I never use to be
With all niceties, and pleasantries wrapped in a little bow tie.
I don't even know how I survived.
Some thought I would have committed suicide.
But my drive just wouldn't let me.

Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.

Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.

A murders escape.
A mind debates.
With shouts of hate.
How can you? Just how can you?
Emotional distress.
In all this I digest the worthiness
Worthless I've been called.

Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.

Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.

I can still hear you every night I dream.
No sound sleep, not for me.
The way you made it seem.
My fault, the living breathing scapegoat
Is it not real enough?

Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.

Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.

Now I stand upon the darkness
Ready to leap in.
All for you my friend.
Even though my wounds have yet to mend.
It matters not in the end.

Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Temperatures Heat Up Slow

Temperatures heat up slow.
Some boil to explode.
Steaming to show outside...
What can no longer hide.

Temperatures heat up slow.
some refuse to let go!
Until it's hard to keep...
A heat that has been released.

It's difficult to find the time to explain it.
Words aren't there to say what's going on.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up arguments.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.

Temperatures heat up slow.
With a click.
Some boil to explode.
With many clicks.
Steaming to show outside...
Flying fists.
What can no longer hide,
Loud brawled rifts!

And it's hard to find time to explain this!
Or sit in calmness to cool rowdy rows.
Some folks will agitate this,
As if it's a gift.
To then give to others...
To glow in what has been bestowed.
To behold what is done,
That gets old.
And this has left many cold.

Some people make it their business,
To stir up these riffs.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
With all conflicts growing old!
Much too old to bestow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love's Unkind

Spoken:
Remember light thoughts
In the 50's and 60's and pony tails
And highschool sweaters
Well those were the good days
Well i seem him every morning in the schoolyard
When the schoolbell rings
And when he passes in the hallway
Well he doesn't seem to notice me
He's got a crush on my best friend
But she don't care, 'cause she loves someone else
I'm standing on the outside, no the inside where i wanna be
Love's unkind, love's unkind
Love's unkind, love's unkind
Cause he's not mine
Just the other day i was praying that he'd give a change
Hoping he would choose me for his partner
For the high school dance
I was standing outside the class
But it wasn't me, but my best friend, he asked
I went running back inside teary-eyed
And left the two of them behind
Love's unkind, love's unkind
Love's unkind, love's unkind
Cause he's not mine
Spoken:
Oh how i love him, but i can't even let him know
'cause he loves my best friend
But she don't care, she loves someone else...

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Good Feeling

Good feeling
Wont you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Dear lady theres so many things
That I have come to fear
Little voice says Im going crazy
To see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise
Like hes been up all night
Ooo slippin and slidin
What a good time but now
Have have to find a bed
That can take this wait
Good feeing
Wont you say stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I know the other one
Just a little too well
Oh dear lady
Wont you stay with me just a little longer
Yknow it always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo:
Drum set,vocals
Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Sky Is Losing (the Fight Not Of Strength Of Will)

the clouds used to be a sign not of reluctincy
of freedom and passing of the plauge of sireny yet we decline yeah
WHO IS BIGGA WHO IS STRONGER
Die Die Die cant u be wronger?
the sky aint over us for much longer
as the fire spreads
the sky is back to dead
you fell the burn of are own faith like a smack with no face
...to retreive to accept the lesson are we all decieved by are faith
WHO IS BIGGA WHO IS STRONGER
Die Die DIe cant be wronger?
the sky aint over us for much longer
the idealism of the dying omissoin of the dying
not the gernarations to inherit the land yes its crying
yet we decline from the confines of are mind and see
WHO IS BIGGA WHO IS STRONGER
the sky is over for much longer
WHO IS BIGGA WHO IS STRONGER
the sky is over for much longer
WHO IS BIGGA WHO IS STRONGER
the sky is over for much longer
the clouds used to be a sign not of reluctincy
of freedom and passing of the plauge of sireny yet we decline

poem by Solomon Tankian
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Consumed Within the Process

Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.

Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!

Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!

It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!

Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!

It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.

Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!

It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.

Consumed.
Within the process.

Just consumed.
Within the process this process.

Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am No Longer

i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find

poem by Megan Watts
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Suddenly I'm No Longer Attached

Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.

Years of my activities,
And concern...
Would leave me quite frantic.
Feeling overworked, strained and burned.

I am satisfied with those things I've tried.
And making a footprint no one can deny.

Everywhere I placed my steps,
Not one did I do without dignity and pride.
I need no one to qualify my stride.
My mark has been placed,
Before and not behind witnessing eyes.
I seek no approval for my deeds neglected.

I'm not awed by applause.

My functions have been upfront.
And for some the intent,
Has been meant to be most personal.

I'm not a backside biter!
And that is a fact!

Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.

That You, Father.
As long as You are pleased!
With me and deeds I've created,
You have helped me make to leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let It All Burn

Riding the waves of premonitions.
Maybe your right, maybe your wrong.
I no longer care.
You gave up on me long ago.
And now I'm giving up on you.

The broken hearted are departing.
Setting sail for a new found trust.
I don't blame you, I've just had enough.
Trying to cross the divide.
Trying to see eye to eye.
But the flames just carry to high.
Their might be clearing in the sky but I can't find it.