Which One Is More Likely To Succeed?
Is the pain of hearing a 'no',
Easier to take...
For one accustomed to hearing it.
And continues to move on...
To another destination.
With the feeling that the act itself,
Will eventually reveal someone attracted....
To a practice of whistled bird calls?
Or will a door slammed on a foot,
Of one more aggressive and determined...
To make an impression,
Regardless of the circumstances.
And has taken painkillers,
To prepare no matter what the response.
Knowing what is done will attract someone.
And the gaining of empathy will be given,
Before the cops are called and come.
Which one is more likely to succeed,
In getting what is believed is deserved?
Or have they both been addicted to delusion?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensuality
FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting
Anger and tears, touching
Eyelids with lips, touching
Plague, touching flesh, knowing
Blood in the mouth, knowing
Laughter like flame, holding
Pickaxe and pen, holding
Death in the hand, hearing
Boilers and bells, hearing
Birds, hearing hail, smelling
Cedar and sweat, smelling
Petrol and sea, feeling
Hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire. . . .
Feeling.
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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Pain!
? You say that you have felt pain?
You have no idea what pain is.
Pain is hearing, 'She doesn't
like you anymore.' WHAT?
How can so much pain be caused by
someone who is so small,
so young,
so far?
Yet I tell you, I have felt pain,
pain at hearing your name
mentioned by some ignorant
person, someone who doesn't
know what you have put me
through. Pain? Yes, that is pain.
Pain is knowing that you will
never be mine, though I once would have been
wholly yours. Yours, though
you may never know it. That
also is pain- not being able to
say what I want you to hear.
This and more have you put me
through. This, and also the
torture of hearing from your
own lips- lips that I have longed
for, lips that I have loved in
my own way- that you liked
another guy.? No, I will not
call him a man, for he is not,
or else cannot be, for he loves
you. What? Now you wish to
leave him? And for me, again?
No, I am sorry, love, I cannot
and will not endure your
tortured love again. I have
felt the pain once, and I no
longer have any desire to feel
your pain again. Enjoy it, love.
Pain. Embrace it, rather than me,
for me you will not have, and now
pain is all you have?
poem by Anthony Foote
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Could Not Possibly Be Done Without Them
A persistent consistency isn't resistent to critique.
No!
Even though this may be believed.
There is a shared interdependency,
That benefits as a gift.
One who has been focused with purpose,
Has become accustomed to this deed.
And determined to use criticsm,
As a sign of something done...
That is appreciated but not by everyone.
And this continues with a seeking of critique one does,
As a method to keep critics feeling instrumental...
To what is needed to achieve what one does to do,
That could not possibly be done without them...
To ignite that inspiration kept and sought,
For a motivation that sparks one's drive to succeed.
'You could have used another line to rhyme with the other.
Why didn't you do it? '
~It's for the critics I exist.
But 'this' I keep them unaware of it.
I like to refer to this done,
As a mutual benefit of applied irritation.~
'But...
Does it work? '
~We've been irritating each other for years.
So I would think that it does.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes...Your Situation Is Quite Different
'I am in pain.
And you act as 'if',
You aren't concerned about my wellbeing...
Or my dilemma,
Not one bit.
My agonies have increased.
And not a hint of empathy...
Have you expressed,
Knowing I am...
As you see,
In distress.'
I agree.
Your evaluation of me,
I can not deny.
Nor will I try.
But even though I am attempted...
To do an 'eye-for-an-eye',
OR a turning of the other cheek business.
I can not do that.
Even as your words to me heard...
To stop complaining,
And stand on my own two feet.
As I reached to get your assistance...
In my own hour of need,
You then described as weakness.
Those very words spoken to me,
Years ago...
Came from your lips.
And you didn't stop there,
You solicited others to defame and laugh at me.
I remember that clearly.
Maybe that act you performed,
Has attached to my lack of expressing an empathy...
You believed is deserved from me.
'Hey!
We all make mistakes
And maybe mine made were at your expense.
Being able to forgive replenishes.
And clearly my situation is quite different.
I've lost everything.'
I see.
And even your common sense.
Yes...
Your situation is quite different.
I'm not feeling your self pity.
And that weakness shown to you...
Is nothing like your conditional spinelessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Morning Dear
Mickey newbury
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear?
Should I still feel all the sunshine
That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her?
Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
Her little girl illusions
Built the wall of confusion between right and wrong
That stands between her and the dream I had cherished so long
Now faded and tattered, once all that mattered when she was here
And a mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing good morning dear?
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Shots
Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Striking out like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air faster than a bird
In the night.
Children
Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands
Trying to join their fathers castles together again
Will they make it? who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?
Machines
Are winding their way along, looking strong
Building roads and bringing back loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night
Men
Are trying to move the borders on the ground
Lines between the different spots that each has found
But back home another scene was going down
In the night.
Lust
Comes creepin through the night to feed on hearts
Of suburban wives who learned to pretend
When they met their dreams end
In the night.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
But Ill never use your love,
You know Im not that kind
And so if you give your heart away
I promise to you
Whatever we do
That I will always be true.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You know it's very difficult to be an actor, and to have people depending on you to say the right line, at the right time, and to not be able to hear your cues! I can't tell you how many times I would've had to have said What? if I didn't have my hearing aids. So my hearing aids are a life saver, and they allow me to practice my craft.
quote by Leslie Nielsen
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Crouching Low
Two men in ragged clothing
sat beside the road
alert and on the hunt.
Each watched a different direction
looking for game to emerge.
One espied a small bird
unknown to either of them
and its strutting attracted them.
' That bird, ' one man says
'we could kill and eat.
It does not look that fast
and would be easy prey.'
'Well it could work, ' the other man said
'but if we don't hunt him and instead capture him
we could keep him as a pet.'
'What good would that do? ' said the first man.
'We don't need pets.'
'No, no' said the second man
'lets keep the bird
and take its eggs and eat the babies! '
'Now 'said the first man' that makes sense.
The Bird listening to all this with his super hearing
crouched low and muttered 'Barbarians.'
Here comes the Age of the Carnivores.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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THIS...Can Be Believed
THIS...
May one day,
Click in the minds of those with a dawning.
With an understanding of humanity that sinks in!
But there are very few who have been belittled,
To then be discredited for their deeds and efforts...
Who sit by their telephones anticipating calls.
Or...
Are they sitting up all night hoping to receive invitations,
From anyone in their past...
Who had assassinated their characters.
THIS...
Is not an activity,
Of those who are aware of who took aim to defame them.
THIS...
Can be believed,
Is not a wish or a main objective...
That provides a motivation that propels anyone to succeed.
THIS...
Delusion,
Is only in the mindset of those who perceive themselves...
As being the center of the universe.
And whomever had led them to believe this,
Is equally crazed to eventually be exposed.
With an elimination of doubt as to who has fed on madness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Young
i'm so sick of hearing
i'm to young
i can't love and hate and
feel anything
i'm so sick of hearing
i'm to young
to do what i do
or say what i say
i'm so sick of hearing
i'm to young
to know whats wrong or right
to be on my own
i'm so sick of hearing
i'm to young
to be in love
to have been through pain
i'm so sick of hearing..
i'm to young
poem by Scarred Unknown
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Do You Still Cry? .....
you cried on your first pain and tell
everyone about it, sharing the pain, thinking
that with others knowing it and saying 'our sympathies'
can lessen the weight of the
burden and ease the pain,
i tell you, it is a matter of getting to know pain
familiarizing the drama of the heart,
scrutinizing every neuron of the emotion
getting to know life, and eventually preparing
for every inch and step towards death
for that is our destination, annihilation, but
something higher than that can comfort you,
birds fly higher so they can see from certain height
the smallness of lamentations,
we travel fast, and not arriving somewhere but
we gain something as we tread upon the pebbles that
make the mountains stumble
there is no use for cries, they are for the novices,
we must swallow that bitterness and from its effects shall we live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hoping to Get a Quick Fix of 'What Ifs
Under the shadow of those shallow,
They follow.
Loyal and addicted.
A sickness they have lived with.
It is known.
But a fear to leave it alone,
Bombards them from slick lips spoken.
Entranced and engaged by mesmerizing promises.
Even though conflicts restrict them.
They brave the cold winds,
Attached to fantasies no one has seen.
They would rather be demeaned...
Than the thought to be left alone.
Their quality of life has been slowly butchered.
Right from under their noses.
And the truth about their circumstances,
Continues to be attacked!
They don't want to hear about that!
They desire their facts presented in disguise.
And the pain sedated with delusion.
A wish to keep wasted has been their driving motivation.
Even if they are deceived by those they follow...
They are hoping still to get a quick fix of 'what ifs'
With no more 'furthermores' or 'therefores' to deal with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wondrous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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Wondrous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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Wonderous Stories
(anderson)
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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Wonderous Stories
(anderson)
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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Someone Had to Try
What are you doing?
And why are you doing this?
What is the reason behind it?
'I've decided you are right.
I'm tired of arguing.
And it has become pointless to fight.
I'll follow your lead.
Since you've said you have clearer sight! '
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'I have no idea.
That would be up to you.
Wherever you take us...
I'm sure you'll follow through.'
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'I guess we'll have to wait to see,
What your leadership proves to be.'
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'Are you afraid to lead?
Is that the excuse that you choose? '
Uh...
Uh,
I've grown accustomed,
To critiquing your moves.
I'll be alone in leading.
There will be no one but me,
To make decisions of what I do.
The others will not like me.
And mistakes I might make.
What if I do make a few of them...
And excuses then I can't fake.
'I see!
But it was okay with you...
To see me suffer and bleed.
I am not accustomed to pain at all.
And I am not afraid to lead.'
Then...
Why don't you continue doing what you do.
And I'll stay where I am.
Since that will be easier for me,
To keep the others confused.
'No...
You go ahead.
I want to see how you handle the abuse.
Eventually you'll get use to it.
And the sacrificing too! '
But I am no leader.
'Neither am I.
But someone had to make forward moves.
Someone had to try.
Someone had to rely on faith.
Even though alone they may have cried.'
Wow.
I didn't think of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hippy
I don't wanna be what you wanna be
I just wanna be what's right for me
I don't wanna see who you wanna see
Because your friends are no good for me
You say that love's an open door
I see you walking out but I hear you taking more
Now you wanna kick it cause you dropped on the floor
I don't wanna go where you wanna go
Cause when you go you move too slow
I just wanna see what I wanna be
And now it seems that I wanna be free
I'm hearing what you're saying
But I don't know what you're doing
And I need some things explaining
Cause you're evil and you're using
This giving and mistaking
This reality that you're faking
Can't you justify the feeling
And the pain that you're making
song performed by by Atomic Kitten from Right Now
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