With A 'Cup' Full Of Sugar
With a 'cup' full of sugar,
Reality will be squeezed out.
A reality will be squeezed out.
Yes,
A reality will be squeezed out.
And with a 'cup' full of sugar,
Reality will be squeezed out...
In every hopeful,
Pain...
Less,
Way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allow Reality to Teach
When your way of life...
No longer feels right,
As a way of life you once liked.
And you, your spouse...
Lovers and/or mistresses,
Neighbors, creditors, pets and friends...
Are left,
Pacing the floor of squeezed space...
And nibbling on a shared box of Keeblers'.
Your way of life,
Has been certifiably changed!
How that is explained and to who?
Depends on where those denials have been sent!
If those denials are still around,
And can be found sleeping...
In a drug induced coma?
Or alcoholed into a stupor?
They need to be awaken quick.
And removed without excusing this!
When your way of life...
No longer feels right,
As a way of life you once liked?
It's time for reality to pay a much needed visit.
And when it arrives at your doorstep knocking...
Rid yourself of charades, masquerades and 'all' pretentions.
Make sure reality is given time to feel comfortable.
And no interruptions when it speaks...
Loud and clear!
Some lessons need emergencies to be learned.
Allow reality to teach.
Or you will never again get a peaceful night's sleep.
Allow reality to teach.
Sleep on what has been taught.
Eat it to digest.
And make friends with truth.
Knowing for you this is the best...
When you allow reality to teach,
There is nothing like a mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Y.. Reality
Reality
Is dark and gloomy
But I see so much light
Reality
Is negative and bad
But I see so much goodness
Reality
Is falsehood and deceit
But I see so much honesty
Reality
is ugly and hideous
But I see so much beauty
Reality may be changing slowly
Please try to see
Take a look together with me
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Sad To See
Giving up on a monotonous groove,
That has fused those stuck in a fading rut...
Has more than addicted.
And is a dilemma,
That has squeezed reality out of twisted minds.
Aging gracefully is definitely a crisis not yet faced,
For those in a mental mode locked and frozen in a zone...
That relays a remaining to stay unchanged is ok!
And not a sickness sad to see,
Afflicting so many without identity or integrity that matures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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The Frog
Comes to mind as another small
upheaval
amongst the rubble.
His eye matches exactly the bubble
in my spirit-level.
I set aside hammer and chisel
and take him on the trowel.
The entire population of Ireland
springs from a pair left to stand
overnight in a pond
in the gardens of Trinity College,
two bottle of wine left there to chill
after the Act of Union.
There is, surely, in this story
a moral. A moral for our times.
What if I put him to my head
and squeezed it out of him,
like the juice of freshly squeezed limes,
or a lemon sorbet?
Anonymous submission.
poem by Paul Muldoon
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Blooming 18
Reality reality reality is always
You tattooed yourself what a piece of art
Youve already broken your mothers heart
When I was your age working my ass off
Your generations soft
Reality is always such a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The barely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
Whats keeping her from searching
You cannot pierce that and
Youre dressed too tight
Got a lot to learn about wrong and right
So dye you hair, dads gonna wash it out
Come on wash out your mouth
Reality is always such a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The barely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
Whats hiding in the shadow
Reality reality reality is always
Reality is always...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Cover yourself reality is about to happen
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They live together with happyness yes they are married i know. Daddy daddy she calls mama mommy he call things are okay. They smile nonestop laugh nonestop talk none stop but alcohol had to stop it.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They created off springs beautiful and handsome what do they know they are kids. They then decided love was enough so insults can come in kids will understand violence began its not abuse they say they are inlove even though he strangles her to hospital its okay.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen
i'd rather get a ben 10 then ill be in control. So does he as sugar daddy dont worry kids are asleep.
Are you sure?
If yes how sure are you?
Devorce apeared kids are awake they forget kids do what they see not told. They got into the sugar mama dady story.
Got kids and hid them just like mama and daddy did...
Cover yourself reality is to happen
they decided truth be told...
Yet some were asleep under for the truth was too much history does it again
cover yourself reality is about to happen and this is another episode of life
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Edge Of Reality
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
I walk along a thin line darling
Dark shadows follow me
Heres where lifes dream lies disillusioned
The edge of reality
Oh I can hear strange voices echo
Laughing with mockery
The border line of doom Im facing
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
Reality, reality, reality, reality,
Reality, reality, reality, reality
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Men seek for vocabularies that are reflections of reality. To this end, they must develop vocabularies that are selections of reality. And any selection of reality must, in certain circumstances, function as a deflection of reality.
quote by Kenneth Burke
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Reality of a dream
A light conversation,
With only the ones we trust
The vision of happiness
A settled place for ones heart
The reality of a dream
Some no not were to start
The door we may rather leave alone,
For we fear the pain of disappointment
A guessing game without the answer
The reality of a dream
Runs hand and hand with
the reality of fate
Except both or walk away
Hard work with all but success
And years laid to rest
Be a curse this idea
This dream with its fears
From deterioration to motivation
The dream can be delivered
For the reality of a dream
Is that...........
Without reality there is no dream
poem by Morgan Bodden
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Reality
The world that shown by flakes is so hard
Ruining reality
The illusion felt so real
Reality, where is my reality?
Everybody has a deep hole in their heart
Holding the wound and crying
But everybody keep moving forward
The world that shown by flakes
The world that I face now
If think it so
My reality
Reality is already here
Though it’s very painful
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Debits and Credits
Why are you leaving me a tree and a rock?
We here are experiencing a severe deficit crisis.
And we need more from our clients,
Than sarcastic gifts!
'I have told you countless of times,
When you call my home...
For something to send to you,
I can not find.
Not even a dime.
I thought I would bring,
Some reality on the scene.
No one more than I am,
Know about 'debits and credits'.
And since you believe,
I have something more to give and leave...
I want you to 'see' where I get my money.
And when you exhaust that...
That rock can be squeezed,
To get every dropp of blood from me.
And that's not being sacastic!
Consider that magical.
Go ahead!
I can not seem to do it.
But whoever that is that calls my home...
Believes that rocks and trees,
Is how I manage to exist to pay my bills...
Shelter myself 'and' feed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
That's How Close I Am
Writing is my addiction.
If I'm not able to do it...
I suffer withdrawal anxiety.
I carry a pad and pen.
And if for some reason,
I forget or misplace them...
The breath from me,
Seems to be squeezed.
And I know I show I am paniced.
As if I hear my 'children' weeping...
In a desperate seeking for me.
That's how close I am to what I do!
Writing is my addiction.
I'm always in need of a fix.
And if I'm not able to do it...
I suffer withdrawal anxiety quick.
And if for some reason,
I forget or misplace them...
The breath from me,
Seems to be squeezed.
And I know I show I am paniced.
When I am not prepared to receive a 'flow'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our science has become terrible, our research dangerous, our findings deadly. We physicists have to make peace with reality. Reality is not as strong as we are. We will ruin reality.
quote by Friedrich Durrenmatt
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What comes out of you when you are squeezed is what is inside of you.
quote by Wayne Dyer
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Eyes Open Have the Ability to See Through Concrete
Too much of it had been ignored.
And now a game played to catch up,
With reality is in full force...
By those seeking rules and regulations.
With something to limit full exposure,
That is easy to document and follow.
But truth and reality are not substitutes,
To be interchanged, exchanged or arranged by delusion.
Lies...yes!
Some perfected.
Deceit...yes!
Sometimes rejected.
But seldom suspected for what it is.
Charades and masquerades...
May be acceptable behind masks.
Truth pursued is strategic free.
And that task uncomfortable...
For the ones assigned to assist those blind!
And anyone who has been introduced to reality,
Becomes immediately aware of its focus.
Nothing about it is hidden behind veils!
Eyes open have the ability to see through concrete.
With penetrating results.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is something inside us which we don't like to face up to, from which we try to protect ourselves, but which nevertheless remains, since we don't leave Earth in a state of primal innocence. We arrive here as we are in reality, and when the page is turned and that reality is revealed to us — that part of our reality which we would prefer to pass over in silence — then we don't like it any more.
quote by Stanislaw Lem
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Sugar
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Got no time for every woman
Thinking that shes looking fine
Got no pockets full of money no no no
A fox would just be wasting her time
All I got is good good loving
And good loving doesnt have to find
Hey!
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Get it baby!
Ehhhhhhh
Mmmmmmmmhmmmm yeah
Got no need for fancy places
Got no need for cannon and wine
Got no need to move to the city no no no
Got no need to walk the line
All i need is good home cooking
And some sugar after supper time
Heeyy hey
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ooohhhooohhhooohhh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar ...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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