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You want conversations per detoxications
Intellyjelly fish to glide
Right to your side to be satisfied
You want crowns and clowns
And kings to sing
Queens to declaim fools to disdain
Pages to feed you messengers to speed you
You want pills to refill
Your cures obscure
In ill cups and taps
Hats and caps
You want plumbers to leek
Down the tubes and a freak
Your flaws to mend
Some life to recommend
Some booze to choose
A sip to amuse
A tired tongue
A snake hiss flung
Into the sound
Pecking the ground
Tech me pack notes
Pack me tech quotes
In silver to dance
Dead end romance
Some yoga and tantra mantra
To do chakra simulacra boo
A Hindu would laugh at you
But he's too busy to live
Just as you're too busy to give
You want detox botox and face to lift
A face to book a twitter to tweet
A sweeper to hook from a concrete street
A magic wand to understand
The mirro mirro looking for a gift
Some dust to sift some dust to sift
You want psychopop litter-a-ture
Some feeble happiness to right now allure
Into the trash of your emo mish mash
Trifles and junks of a busy trade
Door to door heaven just count to seven
And hold your breath real tight
Until you've seen…the light
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Barreness Of A Busy Life
Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
(Socrates)
bored as barren
a body that is bone-dry,
a walk in the desert,
dry as dust,
moistureless existence
lips parched,
a thirsty soul,
a life waterless
busy, busy, busy,
that is what you are.
beware, for soon
in seeking life
busy, busy, busy,
you lose it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Busy
hectic ecclectic that's a busy week
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
but the ends made never really met
busy people busy lines
coping day by day
a fee to add to membership fines
life's not ok...not ok
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Diction Addiction
Busy wizzy likes to move it
Busy wizzy likes to prove it
‘I want to make a figure to hail
I want to make a mast to sail
To sail and sing a hymn or chant
I’ll evenly rhyme or slightly slant
Cause I’m busy wizzy I like to move it
I’m busy wizzy I like to prove it’
Busy wizzy likes to paint it
Pedant precise with a masking tape
You think it’s cool, so cool ain’t it
To sit on a die with an ode to an ape?
‘I’ll rape some locks Alexander style
Fairy full cushions for a dame or two
Just sit on a die and wait a while
With verses and cations sitting too.
Cause I’m busy wizzy I like to move it
I’m busy wizzy I like to prove it’
Busy wizzy likes to make it
To look so nice anyone can get it
But it’s not cool not cool to fake it
So please if busy don’t be at it.
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Laugh
measure a dust particle movement
think it surpasses the speed of light
what's the speed by which
the particle measures itself
even Prothagora would laugh
and Einstein pull his tongue out again?
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Tongue of One Who Gloats
You can block out every thought I have.
You can seal your consciousness into cement.
You can take every limited vision...
Pack those up to dust from rust.
Or tied them up with trash.
In a tossed out glad bag.
Then...
Sit back satisfied you silenced 'my' voice.
And manipulated my words for those of yours,
By choice.
But I am not the one who has labelled you a fool!
I don't carry thoughts like that in my mind.
Unlike the others behind me...
I don't find this the right time to rejoice.
Nor am I like you...
Either!
When I talk to myself...
I try to keep my private conversations,
Separate.
A lot of truth can be heard...
Slipping off the tongue of one,
Who gloats out loud about what has been done.
And that has been something done by you so well.
You can block out every thought I have.
You can seal your consciousness into cement.
You can take every limited vision...
Pack those up to dust from rust.
Or tied them up with trash.
In a tossed out glad bag.
And still...
What have you accomplished?
Invisibility?
Or a safe way to protect your delusions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run With The Pack
You never give me my money
you only give me your sympathy
cause I keep on running
there Is no way to catch up with me
I'm leaving you
don't make no fuss
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you try to keep me In cages
but baby you got to catch me first
you think your law Is contagious
I'll do my best you can do your worst
I'm leaving you
now who can I trust
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you can hold me now......
On my own way, running with the pack
never never looking back
keep on running, keep on running
movin on, movin on
song performed by by Bad Company
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Interface Temptation
template contemplation
dethroned data detonation
holograms explode
high-tech low-tech mode
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ty-Age Troubled Mind
Detox botox fleshbox fix
Fashion freak flavor mix
Stir ra ra stir ra ra I am I am
Beauty pot Clara getting old, damm!
Charismatic Clarissima
Schismatic Bellissima!
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In my book of zoology
In my book of zoology
The wolves are as innocent as lambs
The lambs as cunning as foxes
The monkeys always trick on humans
The birds refuse to be a symbol of anything
The bees are not as busy as you would like them to be
The donkeys are carrot loving farmers
The fish keep the secret of language
To be revealed by dolphins only
The butterflies mock the wingless hands
The mice have outtrapped the mazes
The eagles know the depth of all the sights
The cockroaches are busy with an infinitesimal account
Elephants remember what others have forgotten
The crabs quarrel with Zenonian measurements
The giraffe will always spit if you go too far
The lizard is a wizard of sunbathing
The rainbow is in love with the chameleon
I'm really sorry if you don't understand this
But
In my book of zoology you are either with me or against me
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Late Last Night
Saw you in the restaurant
Late last night
You were looking in her eyes
Holding her hand tight
Said that you were working late
Well I guess that's true
You were working on somebody new
Ah
So you were in a restaurant with someone else
Why you were busy fooling me
Well I guess I fooled myself
But I won't be the fool again
And I tell you now
I won't stay around
While you play around
So
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
No no
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
No no
I don't wanna hear the same old lies (by the same old price)
Cause I'm through...wasting my time on loving you
Did you give your to her late last night
Did you say those things you said
When we turned out the light
When she went to touch your hand
Did you hide the ring? Haha
Did you forget to tell her about me?
Yes you did
I saw you in the restaurant
And get in her car
I don't know where you went
But this time you went to far
Stumbling in the door at four in the morning
Just won't do
I won't stay around no
While you play around with my heart
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
Oh No no no no
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
No no
I don't wanna hear the same old lies (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through) I'm so through baby, wasting my time on loving you
Didn't I give you the best of my love? (of my love)
Worse or in bad
didn't I care enough (I care enough oh)
How could you go and just hurt me that way (hurt me that way)
Well I'm not gonna take it no more
Nononono
(So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door)
No walk right out the door baby (oh no)
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
Nono (nono)
I don't wanna hear the same old lies again (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through)
I'm so through baby wasting my time - I'm wasting my time
(wasting my time on loving you)
(So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door)
I don't wanna waste it baby (oh no)
(I don't want your tight excuses anymore)
I don't want your tight excuses
I don't wanna hear the same old lies again (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through)
I'm so through baby wasting my time - I'm wasting my time
(Wasting my time on loving you
song performed by by Anastacia
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Love Itself
The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of love.
In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the nameless makes
A name for one like me.
Ill try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door c
Then love itself
Love itself was gone.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
Ill try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door c
Then love itself
Love itself was gone.
Then I came back from where Id been.
My room, it looked the same c
But there was nothing left between
The nameless and the name.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
Ill try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door c
Then love itself,
Love itself was gone.
Love itself was gone.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Face To Face
Now I've got a chick who will be with me
Anytime, day or night
But I won't put up with no runnin' around
You know it just ain't right
I'm going down...
To the town -
Out to go drink with the clowns
You stay at home...
All alone -
And don't you talk on the phone
You're comin' face to face with the guy that's gonna knock you dead
Face to face with the guy that's gonna bust your head
I'm gonna knock you on the floor
You'll beg me for no more
You're comin' face to face with me, like it or not
When I got to town
The words going 'round
That you've been seen on your back
I open the door and you were on the floor
Spreadin' for the clowns in my pack
Now you were wrong...
If you thought -
I'd take it lyin' down like a dog
I put a match...
In her snatch
She thinks she's such a hot little vamp
You're comin' face to face with the guy that's gonna knock you dead
Face to face with the guy that's gonna bust your head
I'm gonna knock you on the floor
You'll beg me for no more
You comn' face to face with me, like it or not
Tear your face apart
Waste you in the dark
Rip you like a shark
Won't think you're so smart
Face to face (face to face) you disgrace
Face to face (face to face) you disgrace
Face to face (face to face) you disgrace
Face to face
Face to face
Face to face with the guy that's gonna knock you dead
Your're comin' face to face with the guy that's gonna bust your head
I'm gonna knock you on the floor
You'll beg me for no more
You're comin' face to face with me, like it or not
You're cominc12
song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Easy As a Peach Pie Eaten
Who proclaims that being busy,
Is as easy as a peach pie eaten.
And...
Who declares that happiness,
Takes no effort to possess?
And who is it that says these things,
From the comfort of a rocking chair?
When all that's done is a rock with a stare.
As dust sits beneath it,
With reminisced wishes right there.
Who proclaims that being busy,
Is as easy as a peach pie eaten.
And...
Who declares that happiness,
Takes no effort to possess?
And how about those who live life,
Excited with this gift.
While others say their lives are charmed,
But those burdens unseen still exist.
'How is that done? '
It's a mind thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There...Where You Are
Let the Sun light in,
And let it dance upon your face.
Let every muscle tensed be removed from your brow.
Be living where you are...
Breathing in the HERE in the right NOW!
There!
Where you are with wounds and scars you pick.
Not tomorrow or yesterday...
Hoping and holding on for a change to have happened then,
To appear today panting out of breath to find you
With sorrow and teardrops not yours to give...
Or feel any longer belongs to you.
This pacing back and forth with anguish,
Does not deliver instant cures.
Let the Sun light in
And let it dance upon your face.
Let every muscle tensed be removed from your brow.
Be living where you are...
Breathing in the HERE,
Wherever you are right NOW!
No magic wand will reduce your fears
To appear as muppets smiling with dandelions!
Until you begin to see it that way.
If that's the way you choose to see it!
But see it...
Be it!
Feel it in the NOW!
Nothing held with a sweating hand,
Is going to feel secure!
Until you begin to see it that way.
If that's the way you choose to see it!
But see it...
Be it!
Feel it in the NOW!
Let the Sun light in,
And let it dance upon your face.
There!
Where you are,
With wounds and scars you pick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ill Kill You If You Dont Come Back
From the minute I turned and laid my eyes on you, I had no eyes of my own
I was blind to the world, you were too good to be true
But you were something to see, so very young and alone
And I still dont believe the way you turned on me
Now wheres the girl that I knew?
I gave you somewhere to live and then somebody to love
You gave me nothing but trouble, man, Ive been such a fool
You gave me nothing at all, now let me give it to you
You taught me how to be cruel, now let me try it on you
How do you abuse me, let me count the ways
How many hours in how many days
How does it amuse you, let me count the pain
How many rules breaking how many games
Chorus:
How do you abuse me, let me count the ways
How many hours in how many days
How does it amuse you, let me count the pain
How many rules breaking how many games
You got your ass out of gear and your soul out of whack
Go on and take all your stuff, dont even bother to pack
In every way I want you out of my life
But Ill kill you if you dont come back, Ill kill you if you dont come back
In the pit of the night you used to pull me so close
And then youd hold me so tight
And in the wink of an eye you used to give me it all
And with a kiss in the darkness youd deliver the light
And in the pit of the night I hear you laughing so loud
I know youre laughing at me
Oh aint it funny and sad the way I fell for your lies
The way I fell into love and then I begged to be free
You gave me nothing at all, now let me give it to you
You taught me how to be cruel, now let me try it on you
Chorus
Somebody bless all the girls in the sand on the beach
Theyre dreamin of boys and staying just out of reach
Bless all the cheerleaders down on the track
Theyre glistening like diamonds with sweat on their backs
Bless all the girls in the gangs on the street
Theyre looking for danger and theyre holding their piece
Bless all the girls staying late after school
Theyre playing with fire and oh theyre playing it cool
And bless all the shy girls whore learning to dance
They stare in the mirror and they conjure romance
Bless all the girls who are always alone
They kneel down in prayer and they wait up by the phone
Bless all the homecoming queens of the night
Theyre looking for magic in gymnasium lights
And bless all the girls who know what love is about
They try not to cry and then they try to put out
And bless all the homecoming queens of the night
Theyre looking for magic in gymnasium lights
And bless all the girls who know what love is about
They try not to cry and then they try to put out
Somebody bless all these girls that I never have met
But damn you and curse you after all that youve done
Youre the one girl Ill never forget
Youre the one girl Ill never forget
Somebody bless all these girls and everything that they do
But damn me and curse me for still needing you
And Ill kill you if you dont come back
Ill kill you if you dont come back (repeats out)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Too Busy
Too busy rushing to get to the next 'high'.
Kept addicted and detached.
To busy too disconnect,
From anything associated with accountability.
Too busy entertaining delusions kept met,
With no regrets of dismissing a seriousness.
Too busy they are protesting,
A reality of life just met and upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Never bother who created man
I enjoy life as I can
People tell me, Get up early
I sleep late,
So go to hell
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Somewhere I read,
pray to god
I don’t have any time for that
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Mother says take care of health
I say most important is wealth
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Preachers preach,
Never be phony, Live honestly
I say fool as many
Being honest is being lousy
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
My goal is money
Even if have to kill somebody
Life without money
Is bee without honey
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
I met with an accident
Nobody lent a helping hand
I realized, I was disliked
I thought with all the might
To make life happy
One has to live rightly
Greed is worst for life
With it one can never rise
I’m a changed man
Contentment is my ambition
Now, I never earn as I can
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Can I Get a Witness?
If people are not reading...
That does not mean,
A comprehension is not welcomed.
If they are not feeding,
From beliefs...
They too are qualified,
To allow thinking to be done!
And as this ignorance is toasted and spread...
By some who are fed,
They can only achieve by keeping suppression,
Dealt to those oppressed instead.
A lowered standard of life...
Lowers below that of a flower bed.
And an acceptance only blooms,
A stench to climb like vines on fences.
Getting the attention,
Of hard thickened heads!
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.
When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.
And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss...
They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Let us sway with the rhythm.
In dimmed lighting, please.
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish! '
That's right...
Lower the lights.
'When they perceive,
Themselves as kings and queens.'
Pass the crumbs to those humming.
'When they become,
Stung by all their madness.'
Can I get a witness?
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'Some fools can't see,
Their outlooks can be foolish.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'When they perceive,
Themselves kings and queens.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'And when they become,
Stung by all their madnesss.'
Bah dah dah boo hoo...
'They choose to speed up,
Their own suffering! '
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
Boo hoo
Boo hoo
Boo
Hoo
Hoooooo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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