Looking At The Past...
when i look at the past
i will always have something to say
i can write all the days of my life
simply glancing at it like it is
a movie watched by Howard
for months without a bath or break
i do not think that it is crazy
to go over the past images over and
over again, there is much to see and
say, for in there, i had always been
muted, i was blinded, in such a
deafening helplessness
now, i must ceaselessly mention it
to the world, as a matter of coping up
on such a short time, on such a
breath that is so limited, so so limited.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Look How Limited And Dim That Point Of View Is
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Remember those cowboy and indian days.
And the cavalry lead by John Wayne...
Saved every studio making movies,
In old Hollywood.
And our sense of greatness,
Was raised to new heights.
We taught our picked enemies how to fight!
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And in denial many wont admit it in public.
As if their mindset does not reflect their ideals.
It does.
Any human being can feel the insignifance of it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Look how the punching of holes in a once floating boat,
Sinks it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And many just lay on the beach to tan.
Without knowing a thing about swimming!
Or which deeds to uphold in respect and demand.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And I'm just observing it.
Not passing judgement on this at all.
I choose not to stall my forward pace.
I choose to widen my perceptions...
As I move my mind into a broader space.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is life
What is life when all you do is breath
what is life with no mission
What is life as it lies around and does nothing but explode you
What is life when you are limited against others
What is life if you cant tell what's there for you
What is life if i have no answers to these questions
What is life if you don't know the end to it
What is life after your death
What is life when taxes are mandatory
What is life when all you've worked for cant die along with you
What is life without rhythm
What is life with limited chances
What is life with lie
What do i mean by 'life'
Images of Time
The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.
Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.
Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Father
as father begs, the son in a compromise
goes with him in that dome
where there are candles
some have already burned themselves
and some have just been lighted
by the hand of the caretaker.
there had been so many misunderstandings
unresolved anger
the son keeps the hate as the father keeps
the silence
there is no available explanation
there is simply none to mention
for the moment
the father looks behind and tells the son
i am of the past
my candle melted to the ground
there is no rekindling
the father points to him another candle
about to end its life
and he tells the son, that is yours
the father is talking about a life of the past
and the shrinking future
the son now must explain too
how hate kept him
there is no explanation
there is simply nothing to mention
the candles melt to the ground
offering a smoke as left-over of its short existence
that is the only possible explanation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quit Wasting Time
Dont we go on living
Like our lives come with some kind
Of guarantee
Talking bout the future
Like well see tomorrows sunrise
Definitely
Got no time for love today
Dont notice love just seems to
Slip away
I dont want to end up thinking
About how it could have been
If our days were numbered
Tell me would you love me then
Could you say I love you
Would you let it go unsaid
Would we be wasting time
If our time was limited
Seems to me that we
Could treat each other so much
Better than we do
I dont want to wait
Till its too late to let you know that
I love you
Lets treat each day like its the last
Make up for the time we wasted in
The past
I dont want to end up thinking
bout how it could have been
If our days were numbered
Tell me would you love me then
Can you say I love you
Will you let it go unsaid
Lets quit wasting time
cause our time is limited
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mole
Said he: "I'll dive deep in the Past,
And write a book of direful days
When summer skies were overcast
With smoke of humble hearths ablaze;
When War was rampant in the land,
And poor folk cowered in the night,
While ruin gaped on every hand -
of ravishing and wrath I'll write."
Ten years he toiled to write his book,
Yet he was happy all the while;
The world he willingly forsook
T live alone in hermit style.
In garden sanctuaried sweet,
Full favoured by the steadfast sun,
plunged in the Past, a life complete
He lived. . . . At last his work was done.
A worthy book that few would read
Yet all would praise - each precious page
Starred with some truth the rare would heed,
The vivid images of an age,
Then blinking, to the world again
He came a sage, remote, austere . . .
When lo! his eyes were smote with flame,
The wail of war was in his ear.
He shrank and sighed: "Oh can it be
These old iniquities prevail!
That sons of men are still unfree
And time repeats her sorry tale!"
So with a long sad gaze and last,
Seeking his secret garden nook,
He slipped again into the Past
To live - and write another book.
poem by Robert William Service
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Named And Stamped With A Brand
Limited interpretations,
Appeal only to those who are appeased.
And kept they are to view their lives,
Manifested to accept that which symbolizes images.
And what for them an image represents.
With a keeping of images limited to interpretation.
And if a depiction in their minds can not be defined,
It is dismissed as worthless.
Until a place for it is found to be labelled,
As an entity to be named and stamped with a brand.
To then be sold as a needed commodity.
With a familiar repeating done of subliminal marketing.
'Whew! What a relief.
We thought we had to accept it as is.
Having its own separate identity.
And that would be too mind altering,
For the limits we have set for our beliefs.
And right now we can not afford expansion.
It's difficult enough as it is to maintain 'some' control.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moments with You
Reminiscing about days of the past
Jumbled images of my life amassed
Chasing the end of another decade
My passion is not a masquerade
What date will be life's lethal dose
Praying that I will I get to say adios
Until then, I'll keep on loving you
Having fond memories to accrue
My past, your past...ancient histories
Together, we will hoard anniversaries
Though one day I'll be called up yonder
So moments with you, I won't squander
poem by Charles Hancock
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Feigned
inside that room
the item is displayed
in full
and you shall see the
perfect form that
you dream of
i will not describe the
lines and the curves
this is private
you are free now to explore
the terrains of the
human body
your hands are firm
you perspire in the middle of
the coldness
you are preoccupied with
yourself on the
limited time
life is....limited
time is money
the other one is obliged
the contract is clear
the hands mimic the touch of love
the lips plays the music
the body sways into a dance
the approximation is too short
love does not exist
no words come out
the eyes close imagining another
world out there
the heart bleeds
you do not see blood
you are too preoccupied with
what you shall get
well, time is up
upon a profuse perspiration
the heart is calm
that lovely storm is over now
you go separate ways
trying to forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But A Mist
Our life on earth is but a mist, no matter how long that list,
Of those things in the past, of achievements we amassed,
Or those things we want to do, before time here is through,
For we are simply a vapor here, with that end drawing near.
Years of three score and ten, a time decreed for most men,
With good health, maybe more, no man can be totally sure,
Or one could have a shorter end, to the life they have friend,
Short or long, our life will be, a small blip in light of Eternity.
All the things that we’ve done, are fading like the setting sun,
Maybe, still a memory in our mind, but, they’ll be left behind,
The distant memories in our heart, many gone, as we depart,
From this earth and the past; a time for all that shall not last.
Of the present, we don’t know, how much we have yet to go,
Or what could change friend, to alter present time we spend,
Pursuing all wants and needs, uncertain where a future leads,
And death is as sure as birth, for all one day leave this earth.
All our lists, present or past, apart from God shall never last,
But all done for Christ shall be, transferred over into Eternity,
When life’s mist is over and done; in eternity with God’s Son,
Where these mists will endure, with Jesus Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
As far as the sovereignty of Bosnia-Hercegovina is concerned we agreed to have limited sovereignty for a limited time and that is clear from the Dayton Agreement.
quote by Alija Izetbegovic
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Life's Too Short To Love This Fast
You say hello, I say goodbye
You go your way and I go mine
There's not much time for you and I these days
We work too hard, we're gone too much
And we're too tired to even touch
So just how long can we go on this way
Oh, life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
We can't keep up this pace we're on right now
We burn the candle at both ends
The circle turns, we start again
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
Let's take some time, let's get away
Let's pack our bags and leave today
Girl, anyplace would be okay right now
Just leave your pager here at home
And I won't carry my cell phone
We need to find some time alone somehow
Yeah, life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
We can't keep up this pace we're on right now
We burn the candle at both ends
The circle turns, we start again
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
--- Instrumental ---
We're spinnin' our wheels
Forgetting how love feels
Let's slow down before it's too late
'Cause life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
Love this fast
Life's too short...
song performed by by Alabama
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My Wishes Would Be Limited
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
You provide an insight,
That enlightens.
And brings a brightness to my heart.
You may not be aware of this.
You may even dismiss it!
If I should address or mention it!
Yet...
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
I may not be on your mind at all.
And that is not a request,
I sit with in wishes.
However you do it...
And by the way you get that done,
Has a quality.
And for me from you...
That is all I need!
You 'are' who you are.
And that alone feeds me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acting is a very limited form of expression and those who take it seriously are very limited people. I take it seriously.
quote by Judy Holliday
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Limited expectations yield only limited results.
quote by Susan Laurson Willig
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These Are New Days, Children!
Weak tactics.
Celebrated,
By those thick headed
And using tired tricks.
Have played out,
Among those who have risen...
Above this.
And the ones still doing that,
Just do not 'get it'.
They are limited beyond belief!
Believing their weak tactics done,
Will get the attention of everyone...
Or someone impressed enough,
Who has long regarded them...
Limited creeps of rusting values.
They would like to play on a bigger 'field'.
But they will always yield to those...
Who are not into the 'self'!
Even those with wealth can not dismiss,
Or dispose these 'mental wonders'.
'These are new days, children!
And the games being introduced,
Are not only technical...
They are from out and beyond this world! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Coyote is limited, as Bugs is limited, by his anatomy.
quote by Chuck Jones
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Before This Night Is Through
(cantarelli & a anderson)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
I been crazy for you, so long
How could something so right turn out so wrong
Words, never mean what they say
Words just get in the way
Before this night is through
Gonna make you see
How l been blind to you
You been blind to me
Before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Gonna heal the pain
Before this night is through
Youll be back again
No matter what we do I know well be all right
Before this night is through
Hearts broken in pieces no time to mend
Without loving they fall apart in the end
Fools, never admit theyre wrong
They live their lives alone
Before this night is through
Girl were gonna see how I belong to you
You belong to me
Before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Well get past the pain
Before this night is through
Youll be back again
No matter what we do I know well be ll right
Before this night is through
Come inside close the door come to me now
Well find our way we know how
Let the past be the past let it all fall away
Baby I know we told lies and to lie is a sin
Well get to the truth we will simply begin
Instrumental.before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Well get past the pain
Before this night is through
Youll come back again
No matter what we do I know well be all right
Before this night, before this night is through
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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With Fresh, Opportunity
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
There is...
No need to fear,
A new day that appears.
There is...
No need to cry,
Those days once disguised.
There is...
No need to be,
What you once believed.
A new dawn has arrived,
With fresh...
Opportunity!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live,
And be in it.
A new dawn.
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
With fresh,
Opportunity.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Hey.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Hey.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Hey.
With fresh,
Opportunity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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