A Thoughtless Man
Where did his thoughts lie?
At the bottom, destined to die
Before he could take ahold
And reshape their twisted mold
An everlasting, pungent taste
Of his own thoughtless waste
That inhibits his dreary mind
From seeking what he burns to find
Alas! A frayed thought or two!
Even if its color's a shade of blue
A thoughtless man can only see
A haze of perceptual impurity
poem by Matthew Peel
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Thoughtless risks are destructive, of course, but perhaps even more wasteful is thoughtless caution which prompts inaction and promotes failure to seize opportunity.
quote by Gary Ryan Blair
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Make Your Comeback After 10
U wanna rape me, baby?
U wanna take me and have me,
Like a beast in heat?
U wanna catch me by surprise,
To make my pain your pleasure sweet.
U want me under complete control.
To satisfy your freakish needs!
Under quality threaded satin sheets!
Dripping blood from forced entry!
U wanna rape me, baby?
Can you make your comeback after 10?
By then my thoughts will not offend.
And I will witness this act...
Without one gasp to distract you!
However...
Your approach has to be more clever!
Right now your forcefulness is becoming quite dim.
How can your satisfy this mystery?
When I'm giving you the lines to plagiarize from me?
And your style of raping,
Does nothing to please your needs!
Or ME!
Get on with it!
Take whatever it is that will appease.
With a contemporary gluttony to snip a phrase...
To splice, paste and leave.
You thoughtless greedy bitch!
And here I am assisting you...
In pursuit of your indulgent fits!
What a thoughtless greedy bitch!
'Hold on!
Am I to use 'You thoughtless greedy bitch! ? '
Or 'What a thoughtless greedy bitch! '...'
Use them both,
To quench your desire to quote!
I am still the one being raped...
Remember?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slow Dance On The Inside
Passed out in our school clothes so we'd wake up in our Sunday's best
I never asked for your opinion, I just got it and I get it
You move slow like daytime drama
And I'm boring like his songs
So while I'm taking you for granted
We'll be humming along
Well cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
So reckless (so reckless), so,
So thoughtless (so thoughtless)
So careless, I could care less
Cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
(So reckless) I'll keep you here (So thoughtless)
(and I could care less)
So paint your face up something elegant
And this time maybe a darker shade of red
Cause a long night means a fist fight
Against your pillow and my pearly whites
I want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees
So let us grieve
(we don't believe in second chances)
So let us grieve
Don't you ask me
Don't you fight
Cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
So reckless (so reckless), so,
So thoughtless (so thoughtless)
So careless, I could care less
Cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
(So reckless) I'll keep you here (So thoughtless)
(and I could care less)
Well cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here (I'll keep you here, I'll keep you here)
This glass house is burning down
You light the match, I'll stick around
I'll give you everything you want
And wish the worst of what I was
This glass house is burning down
You light the match, I'll stick around
I'll give you everything you want
And wish the worst of what I was
Tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Well tonight won't make a difference
Well tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Well tonight won't make a difference
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Creative risk taking is essential to success in any goal where the stakes are high. Thoughtless risks are destructive, of course, but perhaps even more wasteful is thoughtless caution which prompts inaction and promotes failure to seize opportunity.
quote by Gary Ryan Blair
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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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Blue...
Have you ever really notice the color blue?
This color varies in shades, as to change right before you.
There's midnight blue, slate blue, ocean blue and navy blue as
Iam yet to mention there are other shades too.
Then there is the mood blue,
When life seems so gloomy, you know not what to do.
Even as I ponder about the color blue,
I find this matter to be exactly true, that is
still more to discover about this color we all know as blue.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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A Blind Man in the Street
'He's blind,' we say. Then turn aside
Upon our way, again to view
Familiar things - some prospect wide,
Some olden scene for ever new.
Heedless we pass along, and soon
The groping figure's out of mind,
Lost in the sunlit afternoon.
'Poor chap, he's blind.'
Slowly he taps along the street,
Pitch black beneath our smiling skies:
While ours the boon again to greet
New scenes with ever thoughtless eyes.
Thoughtless indeed if, passing, we
Grudge thanks for this most precious sense.
He asks of us - not sympathy
But recompence.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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A Relapse
I thought that I had done with fleshly things,
That in the azure of high thought my soul
Had learned to fly on less substantial wings
To a new Heaven, a sublimer goal.
I thought that I was wise beneath the cowl
Of my dead hopes, beyond all power of Spring's
Most eloquent music to again cajole,
And that my service was the King of Kings.
--But look, alas, how thoughtless thought can be,
For to me thinking thus one ventured in
Bearing a letter and I read your name.
Then in an instant through my limbs a flame
Of pleasure ran, and wrought such change in me
That I was eager for all loveliest sin.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Because Is A Pause Between Thoughts
'Because' is not a reason to give,
To remain the same.
With nothing held in the brain changed.
Because is a pause between thoughts,
And searching for sense to make.
But having none to appreciate the activity.
Thoughts,
To convince a sense is there.
And excuses a reason to think is not rare.
Because attached to a nothingness,
Provides one a purpose...
Believed to validate an inactive mind.
And a thoughtless mind in times like these,
May offend those who believe they are considerate.
And if so...
Of what? Why? And how is that shown?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode to the color blue
There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color
It’s as much an emotion
As it is a hue
Blue is the tender soul
Of sky, flower and ocean
And the blessing and bane
Of me and you
Dye of desperation
Paint of despair
Wistful wash of wisdom
And the pale shade of prayer
A name for a pet
A descriptor of sea
Four letter word…Tho’
The best one that could be
It is substance, it has meaning
Is nothing, yet so many things…
All the while, tis just a color
Only a color, ...yet a color with wings
poem by David Whalen
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Meek Mind
My mild mind is meek and I do caress your thought
That inhabits your mind.
My manner inhibits stress, the very lamb of distress,
Each spot of anxiety is manufactured.
The smell of your teeth is cruel when you bite
For the food is a whim, a wish and forethought.
The inner thinking brain studied thoughts so fabulous
From the living centre we have named.
The teeth are like pencils of lead
That draw on thoughts of food.
poem by Naveed Akram
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From the Top to the Bottom
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who chose to stop...
Actions they believe were made,
By those who went against the grade.
No matter if that grade,
Had been all about 'shade'.
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who were just rotten.
With nothing on their minds,
But themselves all the time.
And believing they had power...
To stop tick tocking from a hanging clock.
From the top to the bottom,
There were gobblers who loved robbing...
Anything they thought had meaning,
And to smear it with their scheming.
With no scruples in their 'noggin'.
And sipping on mischief like it was eggnog.
From the top to the bottom,
There were crooks and there were snobs...
With their noses in the air!
But no empathy is shown to come,
From anywhere.
Now find their lives blocked,
And going no where.
From the top to the bottom,
They are slipping off roofs...
Into muddy ruts.
With no boots or shoes,
And on their butts out of luck...
Singing the blues!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Now the bottom's got 'em shocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To A Lady
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine,
As once this pledge appear'd a token,
These follies had not, then, been mine,
For, then, my peace had not been broken.
To thee, these early faults I owe,
To thee, the wise and old reproving:
They know my sins, but do not know
'Twas thine to break the bonds of loving.
For once my soul, like thine, was pure,
And all its rising fires could smother;
But, now, thy vows no more endure,
Bestow'd by thee upon another.
Perhaps, his peace I could destroy,
And spoil the blisses that await him;
Yet let my Rival smile in joy,
For thy dear sake, I cannot hate him.
Ah! since thy angel form is gone,
My heart no more can rest with any;
But what it sought in thee alone,
Attempts, alas! to find in many.
Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
'Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee;
Nor Hope, nor Memory yield their aid,
But Pride may teach me to forget thee.
Yet all this giddy waste of years,
This tiresome round of palling pleasures;
These varied loves, these matrons' fears,
These thoughtless strains to Passion's measures---
If thou wert mine, had all been hush'd:---
This cheek, now pale from early riot,
With Passion's hectic ne'er had flush'd,
But bloom'd in calm domestic quiet.
Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,
For Nature seem'd to smile before thee;
And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit,---
For then it beat but to adore thee.
But, now, I seek for other joys---
To think, would drive my soul to madness;
In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,
I conquer half my Bosom's sadness.
Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,
In spite of every vain endeavor;
And fiends might pity what I feel---
To know that thou art lost for ever.
Colors Of Love
lue is a color - that i'm seeing for the very first time
in the skies - in your eyes
every time we're together and you put your little hand in mine
blue is a feeling - that i'm never gonna have again
can't be blue - i've got you
and lady in you i've found a lover and a friend
whenever i'm with you - color me happy
whenever we touch - color me hot
you color my world in
colors of love - shades of emotion
at the end of the rainbow
we found everlasting love and devotion
red are the roses - that you're holding in your hand
when you need - tender lovin'
pretty lady you know i'm your man
red is the color - of the passion that i feel for you
when it's hot - burnin' up
sexy lady you know i'm so in love with you
whenever i'm with you - color me happy
whenever we touch - color me hot
you color my world in
colors of love - shades of emotion
at the end of the rainbow
we found everlasting love and devotion
colors of love
song performed by by All-4-One from And The Music Speaks
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Dancehall
You could lose your mind
easier than you would like to think
your best friend could up and leave you
playing tricks and cold deceive you
standing there people stare
let down by your own mind
Day of appreciation
for ways your mind has not yet let you down
the truth is that we will all go
maybe five minutes after the show
you know you are a shooting star
a blazing flash then gone
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
What if there was such a thing
what if theres such a thing as dependence day
there's no self congratulation
just a day of appreciation
quietly humbly
for things that have not gone wrong
Imagine the frustration
of losing bearing of the simplest thing
so come with your best
and do your worst before
you cant remember what you came for
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
Blazing out the mains
hungry flames consume all that I see
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here
are we imaginary
as my thoughts separates
into the many frayed parts
torn shattered bits
my mind falling apart
Are we advancing
or a collapsing visionary
are we really here-ac
song performed by by 311
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Piracy
Otherworldly, tactile retraction
of rainbows,
from the eyes of believers.
Detachment of restless mind
at twilight, pot starts
boiling.
Sundowning, a paranoia
takes over, you suffer a childhood
near the pyre.
Thing is not a thing
exclusive of an extremist,
something burns inside me also.
The age of a tulip
moves backward; I, untethered,
float thoughtless in speech.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Wisdom of Alan Twatts
The bullshit that can be named
Is not the eternal bullshit,
Pathless is the path,
Thoughtless is the thought,
Vague and profound
Is its practitioner.
A journey of a thousand thoughts
Begins with one shot of whiskey -
Formless is the mother
Of all the tiny funkers under
Your feet.
Look at it - it is invisible,
Touch it - it is intangible,
Smell it - it is odorless,
Taste it - it is tasteless,
Feel it - it is one big pain
In your ass.
Thought without miracle,
Confused like the clearest mud,
Just think - it is I that thinks
Or is not I at all?
Shine without luster,
Talk perpetual gibberish,
Do without doing,
Burp like a little child.
Hear one hand clapping,
Choke on the misty bone,
Laugh the laughter
Of emptiness.
It goes by a thousand names,
Some have called it
Bullshit, some have called it
Nothing at all -
It smiles like a fat Buddha,
If you see it on the road,
Kill it.
September 4,2009
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Some Lessons Learned Have to Go Into Immediate Effect
There are several reasons why,
I choose not to go out of my way for folks.
Most of them are thoughtless.
And the rest...
Get provoked!
I do not care what is done...
They will be back for more.
And once they have become addicted to this,
The 'victim' becomes disrespected.
If a wish and whim is dismissed.
There are several reasons why,
I choose not to go out of my way for folks.
Many simply do not care.
Who it is that supplies their needs.
Or who they have left pulling out their hair.
And I know that I have aged with values long gone.
When all I require is a 'thank you' from those I assist.
Is that so wrong?
And when that isn't given I re-evaluate my steps.
Realizing my 'next' desire to be taken by a fool...
Will not find me clicking my heels together.
To show my willingness to express,
A good deed done and at its best!
I may return the response I get.
By acting ungrateful, thoughtless and stunned...
When expectations are denied.
And my availability becomes a 'zero' for anyone.
Regardless if my denials for some might numb.
Some lessons learned have to go into immediate effect.
Like an anesthesia applied...
To 'awaken' some to digest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts for Today
Blue sky thinking grey sky mind
Lost dimensions hard to find
Daytime dreams nightmare nights
Silent prayers and noisy fights
Outside box and inside dealing
Pure of thought or simply stealing
Fast lane sprint or slow lane creeping
Lie awake or waste time sleeping
Life see's changes death see's sorrow
Raise you daylight see's tomorrow
Thoughts surrounded mind let wander
Food for thought with time to ponder
All entrenched in thoughts of all
Strong, the weak, the short, the tall.
No escape but death can alter
From such paths should you so falter.
poem by Dave James
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They Were Welcome To Their Belief
Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.
No, it took all the snows that clung
To the low roof over his bed,
Beginning when he was young,
To induce the one snow on his head.
But whenever the roof camme white
The head in the dark below
Was a shade less the color of night,
A shade more the color of snow.
Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.
But neither one was the thief
Of his raven color of hair.
poem by Robert Frost
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