Match
I am tired of hiding my really feelings, my real perception behind good intentions.
The feeling and the intention have to match. If they do not the person is out.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Say Something
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
If anyone had good intentions,
Wouldn't you think,
Those intentions clearly...
Would be done and not mentioned?
It's like someone who has an expectation.
And the rising of excitement,
That teases with anticipation.
A frustration enters,
When disappointment arrives.
And here it is...
Excuses and lies!
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
And you are left sitting to wonder,
Between hesitation and comments to make.
But your lips remain sealed.
However...
Your eyes are not connected,
To an expected acceptance of your patience.
'You look as if you can kill me!
Say something.
I meant to call you.
You know that.
Say something.
Say 'something'...
Anything! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battle Of Life
i no longer hide how i feel,
what you see is what you get,
i'm tired of hiding what need to be free,
cuz how is anybody going to know,
the real me, if i hide it under all of my emotions,
it can't be free, it time to let it out,
i'm don't want to hide,
what i want people to understand,
cuz underneath this hard shell,
there's a person who trying to break free,
there's a person ready for change,
she tired of following in somebody else path,
for once she wants to be who she is,
and fight the battles that come her way,
she tired of making excuses every step of the way,
of what she can't do,
but, if that what she let get in her way,
she will only be holding herself back,
from being all that she can be,
can't you see?
she just want to be free from what she has to go through,
but you can't really be free from it,
until you learn to face it with courage,
no matter how much she don't want to,
that the only way to win the battle,
that she been fighting for the last 7 months.
Copyright © 2009
6-14-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Tired Of Feeling This Way
The intruder
In the background
On the edge
The fringe of the group
A disposable pawn
No would care if you lost
The 5th wheel
The one left without a partner
If I left no one would care
If I was gone no one would worry
Fading to the back
Thrown away
Once useless
Always the one forgotten
Drifting from person to person
Not finding the perfect fit
Unimportant
With no one
I'm tired of feeling this way
Feeling utterly lost
Not a single person to talk to
Or share anything with
And you're the one
Who makes me feel this way
When your'er gone I'm happy
Because you take up too much attention
And I never get anything from
OUR friends
I love you but
I'm tired of feeling this way
poem by Autumn Winds
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Haven Of The Heaven
We can't see the land's figure perfectly staying in the middle of sea,
And you never feel the prevision of an adventurous sailing being a landlocked
The sky never shows its end.
Our untamed emotions always looking for a new happening.
There are no bondages of our feelings.
We always live for a hope.
There is no end of the era.
One comes and other goes.
You can't make an agreement in a good fellowship.
It knows only to sacrifice.
It always pours a lasting essence of peace.
So, be a large-minded.
Curiosities never get tired.
They are the brother of earnestness.
We never betrayed by the moment.
We just need to catch its intention.
We are only the strangers for next day's performance and situation.
We can buy the earth-born materials by our earnings except the morality.
There is no fullness of imagination,
And it always remains hungry for a new good sensational perception.
You can't latch it.
You can't fend it.
We all always have to prove a new excellence to get a new exaltation.
So friends, this is our indecipherable World.
But, it's really unspeakable and decorous!
It's itself a haven for the godliness and heaven.
Oh! My hand is now weary.
I need rest,
And I am going to attain a festal fete.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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If There Is A God 'Twould Seem To Me
If there is a God 'twould seem to me that God would not have a creed
Or would not favour any religious belief such divisive influences a supreme being would not need
Amongst his or her Earthly followers the real God would rule for everyone
A real God would act as a real God should when all is said and done.
Amongst his flock for even an atheist the real God would find a place
And a real God would not differentiate between Nationality and Race
Those who say the God they believe in is the one true God they do have it all wrong
If there is a God surely that God to everyone does belong.
A real God is for her and him as well as you and me
A real God is for everyone though you do not agree
Only in the God of your religion the true God you do see
Suppose as some are known to say we all look at things differently.
If there is a God it does seem to me that God is of human kind
And every good person he or she the real God lives in their mind
And whether you live as an atheist or to a God you do pray
As long as you are a good person with me that is okay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I'm Tired
I'm tired of people messing with me
I'm tired of people treating me wrong
I'm tired of people saying I stank
I'm tired of people remembering the past
I'm tired of black people
I'm tired of stupid people
I'm tired of selfish people
I'm tired of being the target all the time
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of people thinking there better than everybody else
I'm tired of people not appreciating me
I'm tired of being tired
I'm tired of being tired
I'm just tired
poem by Shawanda Polk
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I Hate You Means I Love You
So many 'I love you's
but not many real ones
So many 'I love you's
but not many do really
but there aren't many 'I hate you! 's
though some still care enough to say
what they really feel
deep inside like
'I hate YOU! '
for they care enough
to let the other person
know what they really feel
have enough courage to let the other person
know that they really care
Those are the ones with true feelings
healthy enough to heal
the others the sick ones
the no-feeling ones
numb rather you would say
We have all these angels with
true feelings
raw as you may say
but true alright
One was healed completely
by that angel who was
courageous enough to say what he really felt
'I hate you.'
that meant
...
'I love you
but you hurt me! '
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Good Dreams
Focus on your good dreams, the feelings, aliveness, the sublimeness, the beauty, love, meaning, wonder, such alive real dreams are life of life, they are you, more than you as well as a a head of you, making real your share of paradise now. Actively process bad feelings than move onto your good memories, experiences, feelings, they are the digestive enzymes of the negative as well.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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You've Been Playing Me For So Long
What do you mean,
I am not the same person,
You though you knew?
I am that person...
Whether you knew me or not.
Nothing about me has been in hiding.
But this game you have been playing with consistency?
With spells of hide and seek.
And self centered ego tantrums?
Has grown tired to accept in my adulthood.
One of us has to take off the mask.
That is probably the reason you don't recognize me.
You've been playing me for so long,
You didn't bother to realize we both had grown up!
I did.
And that me you knew...
Is not that me you'd like for me to be!
The only thing that has not changed...
Is the approach to your tired game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whipped
Is there anything that can help me let go
I’m tired of crying down this road
I’m young should I feel this old
I’m tired of being split
I’m tired of feeling whipped
I’m tired of not knowing what’s right
I’m tired of looking for this light
I’m tired of living wrong
I’m tired of crying to this repeating sad song
I’m tired of wrong feeling so right
I’m tired of fighting with all my might
I’m tired of hoping friends will be by my side
I’m tired of my feelings I hide
I’m tired of no one picking up the phone
I’m tired of being home
I’m tired of the sun
I’m tired of the moon
I’m tired of thinking what to do
I’m tired of you
All I ever think of is hope
And all I ever heard is have faith
I feel fragile like an old piece of rope
And know I did nothing but disgrace
I hoped to be a good man
I hoped to have a plan
I hoped to be the one
I hoped to have some fun
I hoped life was easer than they say
I hoped home was where I lay
I hoped I always knew right
I hoped I would always fight
I hoped me was the one you see
I hoped true love would always be
I hoped I didn’t need to rest
I hoped life meant happiness
Hope and faith are strong words
They fly away easy like birds
Does one ever know where they stand?
Its harder than I thought to be a man
I remember being young and free
I remember trying to be me
I remember when I first fell in love
I remember hearing the sound of a dove
I remember being young wishing I was old
I remember trying to live out side the mold
I remember when I would dream
I remember when it was all about me
I remember when I wanted to be where I am
I remember that meant I needed to be man
I remember when life was fun
I remember shooting out like a gun
I remember love was a rush
I remember the first time I was crushed
I remember doing and not thinking
I remember doing nothing but drinking
I remember trying to make my tears dry
I remember the feeling of telling a lie
I remember when the world was at my feet
I remember the feeling of being beat
I remember being ashamed of who I am
I remember at one time I knew where I stand
Memory is a gift or is it a curse
It showed you at your best and at your worse
Time is something that should be taken slowly
I don’t want to be old and lonely
I know not to always follow my gut
I know ill always be in this rut
I know tomorrow will come
I know yesterday is gone
I know I will run
I know I am wrong
I know ill live
I know ill die
I know not to ask why
poem by Lesten WhitePigeon
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.
I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.
Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.
However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.
And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can't See My Feeling
(Burke Shelley, Tony Bourge, Steve Williams)
[Originally by Budgie]
I can't see my feelings
Open my eyes
I can't see my feelings
Open a pair of eyes
I can't see my feelings
Keep them behind
I just keep on reeling
Running back down the line
Oh, I can't stand that screaming
Don't even try
Music fans some feelings
It'll be tell me why
I can't stop that feeling
Showing me why
Man I love that feeling
Yeah, blowin' me right through the sky
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey
Oh, listen to what she says
If it's good, it's nice
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Pass It Around
I wish I had a place to stay in l.a. for a week or so.
I feel like bein jive, hangin out, maybe go to mexico.
cause dreamin, baby, thats the way I wanna be.
Just wanna sit in a tree, sail out to sea, live like some fantasy, ahh baby.
cause Im tired of thinkin, and too much drinkin, all my troubles away.
Tired of goin to get layed at the lost and found.
Tired of dealin with love hurt feelings, and all I got to say,
In view of all thats been goin down,
I think Ill go on out and pass it around.
I wonder why Im doin, what Ive been doin for a while.
Cant say its the money, no, so maybe its the style.
cause dreamin, baby, thats the way that I like it.
Just wanna get on a plane, go some place insane, throw myself one real good fit.
cause Im tired of thinkin, and too much drinkin, all my troubles away.
Tired of goin to get layed at the lost and found.
Tired of dealin with love hurt feelings, and all I got to say,
In view of all thats been goin down,
I think Ill go on out and pass it around.
I think Ill go on out and pass it around.
Listen to me baby.
Pass it around.
I think Ill go on out and pass it around.
I want to pass it around.
I want to get on out and pass it around.
I want to pass it around.
cause Im tired of thinkin, and too much drinkin, all my troubles away.
I want to pass it around.
Tired of goin to get layed at the lost and found.
I think Ill go on out and pass it around.
Tired of dealin with love hurt feelings, and all I got to say,
I want to pass it around.
In view of all thats been goin down,
I think Ill go on out and pass it around.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Tired Of Being Blonde
(l. raspberry)
She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
all of these are yours, goodbye? and that was all she wrote
Keys to the porsche she dropped on the floor in the den
Left in the ? 0 dodge that he drove her in
She wasnt angry, she wasnt sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
Tired of being blonde
Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living up to all he expected
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of letting her dreams go neglected
She used to love to know she rounded out his world
She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl
He liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute
Guess she decided shed been too long away from her roots
She wasnt crazy, she wasnt mad
She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had
Tired of being blonde
Tired of all the platinum frustration
Tired of being blonde
Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine
Tired of being blonde
Tired of chasing all the latest sensations
She wasnt angry, no, no, she wasnt sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
She was tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of coping with the desperation
Tired of being blonde
Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run
Tired of being blonde
Tired of hiding her own inclinations
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Identifying Lonelyness
Please don't do this
Don't leave me to mourn
Come back to me
Leave the knife alone
What's so bad
That we cannot work it out
Turn around into my arms
Why are you feeling low
Hold me like you need somwhere to go
Why don't i know
Just how you feel
Feelings are feelings
Real is real
If you go you will not go alone
Cos i'll be coming with you
And we'll fly to our next home
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Where Are They Hiding?
Where are they hiding?
The straying cat, the sneaking rat
Where are they hiding?
Under the shadow, inside the hollow
Where are they hiding?
The true face, the real case
Where are they hiding?
Behind the mask, on multiple cracks
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wise Step
Nothing could go to my head as what was wrong?
Why I did not find best suitable love among?
Was I expecting something more or unusual?
Was my approach not sincere or casual/
Well, this was question baffling me ever
I had given up the hunt for love forever
I was not expecting any more blossoms
I think this was wise step and full of wisdom
I still missed the real feeling of true love
I was traveling in car which simply drove
It had no other mission than to travel
I had given up without reaching any level
May be I was not able to put forth my views
Bright sun rays only knew to wipe out the dews
I was unlucky among all with counting of few
May be I was not destined to get my real due
Is the pull really emerging from inner heart?
Why their faces lit up with smile and look so smart?
I was really wondering what this phenomenon “love” is.
Everybody says the same as these are blessings from His
My eyes may not have that flicker and killer’s instinct
Approach may have been different and distinct
I virtually longed for real feeling and attachment
What it could land in was only detachment?
Everybody may not be that lucky to find real pleasure
It is one of the most rare and unavailable treasure
How one can find in comfortable position which can assure
Smooth life with all the happiness and joy to reassure
I guess it may be lovely gift from savior the Almighty
Warmth feelings and all happy actions considered to be naughty
I have yet to come across and feel all the earthly feelings
If some one comes form no where suddenly and willing
I know it can not be orchestrated or stage managed show
Whole might and true intentions one should offer or throw
It may grow in its own natural sphere and mushroom
Spring may sprang surprise with full arrival of blossom
I may wait for those moments to enter in my barren age
I shall become poet to pen down lovely feelings on page
It may end long spell of frustration for not meeting partner
Who could bring all happiness and prove as good listener
I shall wake up to witness new heights and reality
It shall be best available in the form good quality
I shall endeavor to preserve it with full honor
I shall not mind it even if you come with mistakes so minor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our intentions may be very good, but, because the intelligence is limited, the action may turn out to be a mistake - a mistake, but not necessarily a sin, for sin comes out of a wrong intention.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Im O. K.
Written by dennis deyoung, james young
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Hey, hey, hey, hey, eight, skate, seven on the rotate!
If I could stand
Beside myself
Would I see me or maybe someone else
cause its hard to please
Most everyone
When your spirits got you on the run, on the run
They say do your best
But dont cause a fuss
Dont make waves be like the rest of us
But I can feel the tide is turning fast
cause deep inside I know that I cant last
Another day
Not another day!
cause Im o.k.
I finally found the person Ive been searching for
Im alright
Im feeling good about myself and thats for sure
cause I believed them when they said I must do things their way,
They tried to cast me in their mold
But I just had to say,
That Im o.k.
Im o.k. this way yes Im o.k. yes Im ok!
Im o.k.
I finally found the person Ive been searching for (everybody sing now!)
Im alright
Im feeling good about myself and thats for sure (whoo!)
Im o.k.
I finally found the person Ive been searching for (yahoo!)
Im alright
Im feeling good about myself and thats for sure
Im o.k.
Im feeling good about myself and thats for sure
Im alright
Im o.k. this way yes Im ok!
song performed by by Styx
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The musician - if he be a good one - finds his own perception prompted by the poet's perception, and he translates the expression of that perception from the terms of poetry into the terms of music.
quote by John Drinkwater
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