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With A Waiting For Relief

You will have to leapfrog over past decades,
To understand with a participation done...
Just the beginning,
Of these days and times upon us...
That have come.

If you had lived on the sidelines like some,
You have been addicted to disbelief.
With a waiting for relief...
To be freed of those sights,
Paraded before you and seen.

And while you stood there conscious of it,
A voice inside of you that should have been ignored...
Told you what was observed,
Would disappear with no need to explore.
But an exploration to uncover the cause and effect...
Has left a permanent affect,
With others of the same mindset regretting.

You may have expressed to have had a faith...
But you and others,
Processed pretentions with motions to fake.
And...
Did not walk the talk,
To eliminate or balk against applied disparities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not

Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.

Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.

Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Without Faith

Life without faith,
Could be a lonely walk to take.
For those in disbelief,
There is no God to bring them relief.
Or prayers that are answered,
With miracles done!

For those in disbelief,
There are no angels invisible around.
Or assigned to them,
Without a sound heard to disturb and un-nerve.
And yet said can be found.
To assist one gently.
Leaving not one heart to pound...
With added theatrics!

Perhaps that is one reason,
Many folks walk with their heads down.
Choosing not to lift them up.
Feeling a closeness to others,
In their stuck ruts!
Planted like fixtures into the ground.
Believing to sit on their butts is an honor.
And a statement made profund!

Waiting they do impatiently,
To be sucked into gutters.
Like ships without rudders,
With complaints to utter!
In a muffled cuss.
As if children wishing to be heard,
But expecting to be hushed.

'Didn't I tell you enough is enough? '

And enough 'is' enough either way it is spoken!
Whether coming or going or hushed.
Enough 'is' enough...
When 'stuff' gets to be too much,
'Stuff' vacant of substance!

Life without faith,
Could be a lonely walk to take.
For those in disbelief,
There is no God to bring them relief.
Or prayers that are answered,
With miracles done!

And they can not see themselves to be,
Living their lives isolated.
And, selfishly lived in quiet debasement.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There IS Something About Living It

I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.

I know how life works.
And from connecting 'that' which is observed,
To what's been heard to the ears...
Produces a clarity.
And reduces assumptions to be deduce from reality.

I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.

And when people say they will do one thing,
But actually do another as was intended to do.
Or those who claim actions done to them happened,
But never occurred as they describe?
They know little about how life works.
And who from a distance has them observed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Time For You To Awaken

No one is disconnected,
From the effects of having less.
Those protesting the state of the economy,
Are the ones in selfish isolation.
Regretting what the times have met.
Believing in a stubborn mindset kept protected...
Their interests are in abundance.
And there is some of that still left.

What is known is not accepted.
What is revealed many reject.
What has been exposed and has all of us affected...
Many refuse to remove delusions.
With a wish to keep reaching,
For a movement kept in backward steps.

No one is disconnected,
From the effects of having less.
Those protesting the state of the economy,
Are the ones in selfish isolation.
Regretting what the times have met.
Believing in a stubborn mindset kept protected...
Their interests are in abundance.
And there is some of that still left.

'What is it that you are trying to prove? '

I'm not trying to prove anything.
It is your snoring that is boring.
And getting on my nerves.
It's time for you to awaken.
To face the truth that is being served.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Garbage On the Sidelines

They stood by on the sidelines
Pointing at spectacle after spectacle.
Watching those parading and serenading
Taunts with gestures.
And when the street sweepers came...
Only then did they realize,
They were the trash to be hauled!
Garbage on the sidelines,
Had been declared eyesores.
Observing participation...
Was outlawed and long outdated!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walk Away From Love

Move along youre in my way.
Ive made my mind up not to stay
And it dont matter what you do
cos me, Ive had enough of you.
And you can talk about the good times
I can just remember bad times.
There aint nothing left for saying
cos theres no way that Ill be staying
You tell me to remember
When I told you that Id never walk away
(chorus)
Hey baby, dont walk away from love
Tell me baby, aint my love enough,
Listen to the things I say
And tell me why do you walk away from love?
Leave you standing on your own
Its time I spent some time alone
Need a while to think this out
Not sure what its all about.
And its no use to sit there crying
cos I can see youre only lying.
Now Ill put the past behind me
Run some place where you cant find me.
You tell me to remeber
When I told you that Id never walk away.
(chorus repeat)
Bags are packed, I just cant wait.
Gotta get out before it gets too late,
I dont need you any more
And I dont need your love for sure.
And you can talk about the good times
I can just remember bad times.
There aint nothing left for saying
cos there no way that Ill be staying
You tell me to remember when I told you that Id never walk away.
(chorus repeat)
Dont walk away from love

song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Walk Away From Love

Move along youre in my way.
Ive made my mind up not to stay
And it dont matter what you do
cos me, Ive had enough of you.
And you can talk about the good times
I can just remember bad times.
There aint nothing left for saying
cos theres no way that Ill be staying
You tell me to remember
When I told you that Id never walk away
(chorus)
Hey baby, dont walk away from love
Tell me baby, aint my love enough,
Listen to the things I say
And tell me why do you walk away from love?
Leave you standing on your own
Its time I spent some time alone
Need a while to think this out
Not sure what its all about.
And its no use to sit there crying
cos I can see youre only lying.
Now Ill put the past behind me
Run some place where you cant find me.
You tell me to remeber
When I told you that Id never walk away.
(chorus repeat)
Bags are packed, I just cant wait.
Gotta get out before it gets too late,
I dont need you any more
And I dont need your love for sure.
And you can talk about the good times
I can just remember bad times.
There aint nothing left for saying
cos there no way that Ill be staying
You tell me to remember when I told you that Id never walk away.
(chorus repeat)
Dont walk away from love

song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Give Us Chains We Can Believe In

What has occurred at that vacant plantation?
It looks as if there had been a stampede.
Rusted gates have been broken off their hinges.
And hundreds of people inside the main house,
Have barricaded themselves against the doors...
And wont leave.

'I am not mystified by this at all.
Listen to what the people inside are screaming.'

~Give us chains we can believe in.
Chains we can believe in.
We demand chains we can believe in.~

But...
There has been change!
Maybe not as fast as many would like.
But there has been change and is witnessed.
And observed.

'You don't understand.
Listen carefully to what they are demanding.
And...
They represent hundreds more,
Strill feeding into stereotypes.'

~Give us chains we can believe in.
Chains we can believe in.
We demand chains we can believe in.~

And who is that guy munching on that fat cigar,
Carrying that megaphone and pacing back and forth?

'Here it gets real confusing.
You see...
He owns the property.
And he wants everybody out.
So he can renovate the plantation,
With a golf course and condos.
He's been trying now for decades...
So he says.
To convince the people inside they are free.'

For decades?
He exaggerates.

'He may not be.
I've been witnessing this for 'hours'.
And I am not in disbelief.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reception For Their Exceptions

Attempting to uncover a meaning,
From that which has yet to be expressed...
Can be labelled stressful.
Or pitiful at best.

Some folks can not accept directness.
And for them,
The lights of awareness are dimmmed.
If to flicker at all.

Delusions become fantasized.
And a basis of a rationale...
Has no chance for them to begin.
It is criticized and does not survive.

This mindset has been stalled.
No matter what has been deemed real...
A reception for their exceptions is prioritized.
And that is the life protected and for them is lived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Lost Myself

There are those who are forever searching and
After many decades have passed lose themselves to another world-
Although with much certainty and disillusionment
I can hardly remember living much of a life in
This world where people walk with confidence and self-assurance everyday-
Memories of nights as a child so young
Hearing voices others did not hear and
Seeing frightening sights others did not see-
Feeling alone although in the midst of myriads of others, afraid to speak,
Fearful to walk the streets others took for granted-
I was only six years old when voices threatened to kill
Would invade my already troubled mind and
I found myself an outcast for reasons I hardly understood-
The purple tree with golden flowers that grew inside of my bedroom-
As strikingly stunning as it was,
I fell to the floor when I tried to climb,
Because it only existed in the fortress of my mind-
My journey to find myself began when I learned to walk-
I learned to scream before I learned to speak-
Decades have passed and memories are evading me-
Walking the same path day by day-
While others are looking for a place in a world I feel I am not a part of,
My journey to find myself continues-
I walk upon a different path and have climbed many mountains
Seeking purple trees and my own garden of Eden-
Or merely for others that would accept and just remotely understand
The person I am and the world I have lost myself to-
Although my spirit at times evades me,
In the back of my mind I know in reality there must be a place for me and
Although at times my only wish is to climb that phantasmal purple tree
Until I reach the sky and disappear within only a moment’s notice
I will not give up the fight- I was born into this world so there must be a place for me-
Many decades have passed and today I see the sunlight peering through the clouds,
Though an outcast, I have a heart, a mind and feelings as does everybody else-
I continue to walk the streets everyday and my visions of purple trees, and
My dogged determination are what makes me unique- and someday people shall
Respect the person that I am and understand that flowers grow on every tree and
Every flower is unique, has its own special scent and every flower is
In its own way- magnificent and beautiful…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Stayin' Alive

All aboard the disco train hahaha
All right now, O yeah
O you can tell by the way I move and
walk im a women's man no time to talk
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
It's all right, I'ts okay,
you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
and you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive,
ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive.
Oh,
Every one one on the dance floor darling
Where going to dance with the devil
Well, now I get low and I get high,
and if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes,
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know, it's all right, it's okay,
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
and you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive,
ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive.
It's all right, I'ts okay,
you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.
It's all right, I'ts okay,
you may live to see another day.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.
Hahahaha
I Am Disco Man
O yeah, All right

song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If It Rained On My Parade

If it rained on my parade.
There would be others,
To come my way.
And if not?
Standing on the sidelines,
I have done many times.
And finding to do so.
Involves less stress.
My peace of mind has become my essence.

Yet.
Being able to critique,
What I know takes work and sweat to deliver.
I have learned not so quick to do.

I too have sat on shoulders as a kid,
And wondered why someone who paraded.
Would also be shedding tears.
Held inside of them that did not appear.

Today.
I know the reason why!
When a parading starts.
Few observing care who from the inside cries.
Or tries to hide what it takes to parade.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Only Will This Be A Need

There is a certain need coming,
To be less thoughtless...
In our assessments expressed,
That affect feelings of others.

There is a consciousness that is shared.
And an unawareness of this is known by many.
But those days are soon to be gone.
With a 'dawning' within us all.
As if a light has been turned on!

And,
Whatever it is we send out to say...
Will boomerang to find its way back to us.
Maybe within minutes.
Maybe within hours.
Or perhaps in days.

There is a certain need coming,
To be less thoughtless...
In our assessments expressed,
That affect feelings of others.

And not only will this be a need.
It will be a wish desired.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Heart Stood Still

I laughed at sweethearts
I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts
Seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland
Was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes
Now castles rise in Spain!
I took one look at you
That's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
All that moment when
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
My heart stood still

song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Full Devastating Exuberance

The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.

Those maintaining their strong identities,
Are depicted as 'strange'.
With those slotting everything that breathes on Earth,
In categories to help them defame and maim.

The psycopaths have been freed,
With a wish to have their philosophies...
That are mentally twisted,
Deemed as the way society should be.

With minds diseased from a poisonous greed.
People can not believe,
From birth to death they have been deceived.
And those who see it can not snap others awake.
Gone are the minds,
In celebration of traditions set up to worship.
But seen today as fake.

No one can feel united,
When tearing things apart...
Has become manifested into an artform!
People have become obsessed,
With a crushing of themselves.
To assist others 'consciously'...
With the feeding of unhappiness.
And the chasing of conflict...
As if this is an interpretation of a democracy,
Everyone should desire.
And should pariticipate in destruction more actively.

The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.

Whether it is in the water!
Or in the food people are forced to eat.
Something creating a mindset focused on hate.
Is not an uplifting experience.
But this clearly can be observed...
As a direction our society has chosen to take!
In full,
Devastating...
Exuberance!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glass Waltz (original Demo)

She knows the fear in the eyes of a child
He wants to soar through the air
She's only now just beginning to rise
Part of him's already there
She tried to capture the wind in a box
To liven up her rainy days
He's so afraid of what's waiting up top
It's probably better that way
'Cause he wasn't that smart and she wasn't so strong
But they went through the motions as if they belonged
Playing their parts in this travelling show
And they haven't got too far to go
He finds the enemy waiting inside
It's hungry like never before
She brushes off the temptation to hide
It's easier just to ignore
And then waltzing on glass is the way to survive
When you trip on the truth to fall back on the lies
Happier times seem to balance the lows
And they haven't got too far to go
No more tears today
No more time to waste
When it comes to the end of the l

song performed by by Vertical Horizon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Heart Stood Still

I laughed at sweethearts I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts seemed romantic fools
A house in iceland was my hearts domain
I saw your eyes, now castles rise in spain!
I took one look at you, thats all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still,
My feet could step and walk, my lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken, I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands told me so well you knew
I never lived at all until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Through all my school days, I hated boys
Those april fool days brought me loveless joys
I read my plato, love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, Im reading missus glyn!

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nothing is Lost

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.

poem by Noel Coward
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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These Are The Days

Ah ah
Heres a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didnt last?
If it helps you
Ill put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
The times youre smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
cause youre looking through a haze
Those were the times
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey hey
These are the days
Can you hear me now?
These are the days
Look around look around look around
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey live today
These are the days
Its time to put the past away
These are the days
The more you do the more you say
These are the days
The more I need to get away
Youre longing for a time
There never was
Now tell me the truth
Youre looking for the reason
Its because
Youre fighting for youth
But if I have to listen any more
To fantasy talk
Or any other bug you have
Im leaving
Now Im not saying
Everything is really great
Hey hey hey
After sixteen years
Of legalised class hate
Why waste time
Looking back for things to praise?
Those were the times huh
But these are the days
These are the days
Looking back in history
These are the days
Time to get contempory
These are the days
The past is not the place to be

song performed by by Human League
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Uncover The Truth

Sometime I think life is over,
But when I look behind your eyes I can uncover the truth you hide,
The lies you told me,
The things I believed,
But you never knew I can uncover your lies you have told me,
Uncover your dirty little secret you hide,
The deaths you have upon me will never end,
The lies you have told others will never end,
Its hard to believe the one you love can lie to you and shatter your heart into million pieces,
I have uncover the truth I seek,
Uncover the hate I feel,
You lead me to believe you are the one I love,
Lead me to think I loved you,
But in the end I get my heart broken.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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