Coctail Hour
I am floating in a world
that makes no sense to me
as pickled as the olive in your glass
It doesn't buy me any class
and I can't purchase reason
when the fog is too thick to borrow from
poem by Sara Fielder
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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English Class
English Class
Is supposed to be fun.
But when teachers make you
Listen to them while they talk about
Nothing
You don't really pay attention.
You drift off instead,
Floating around in your head,
Thinking about things that don't make sense
And about sense that don't make things.
You doodle on a page,
Or stare at the walls,
Or read under your desk,
Or stare at the teacher
And wonder how she managed to qualify
To be a teacher when she doesn't even use
Grammar.
I think it's stupid
To waste an hour of my day
Sitting doing nothing.
It's pointless to sit here
When I could do something
More.
I could:
Volunteer,
Or be in Drama class,
Or could be making a movie,
Or helping my mom,
Or hanging out with my friends,
Or helping my brother and sister learn to ski,
Or doing SOMETHING, ANYTHING ELSE.
This class isn't doing
Anything.
I can feel my love for English
Dissapearing.
It's sad that one teacher
Can ruin an
Art form.
poem by Kelsey Tennant
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Class has a sense of humor. It knows that a good laugh is the best lubricant for oiling the machinery of human relations. Class never makes excuses. It takes its lumps and learns from past mistakes. Class bespeaks an aristocracy unrelated to ancestors or money. Some extremely wealthy people have no class at all, while others who are struggling to make ends meet are loaded with it. Class is real. You can't fake it. Class never tries to build itself up by tearing others down. Class is already up and need not attempt to look better by making others look worse. Everyone is comfortable with the person who has class because he is comfortable with himself. If you have class, you've got it made. If you don't have class, no matter what else you have, it won't make up for it.
quote by Ann Landers
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Natural Light
There is nothing wrong in seeing life,
From your perspective and point of view.
That has never been a question I presented to you.
I just have questions why you should have a need,
To constantly borrow my flashlight.
By now your decision to live in darkness,
Seems to be something you are not familiar with.
Or one you are trying to pretend,
Makes more sense than the one I have chosen.
The one I am comfortable in.
And I am to be convinced...
Your way of life is right and envied?
And for you makes tremendous sense?
And you tell me I'm the one in need of therapy?
If I am going to have shadows around me...
The sun is going to be above.
Natural light.
Nothing I need to borrow.
Or discuss its value...
As I stumble around to find my way.
I've done that.
Charading then in masquerade.
No one could tell me I was not fabulous.
A breath of fresh air.
But the staleness of my routine helped me to awaken.
You still have not arrived.
And that's okay.
Either you will...
Or you will kill yourself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where The Birds Always Sing
The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
But the world is neither fair nor unfair
So one survives
The others die
And you always want a reason why
But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone
It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...
The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
No the world is neither fair nor unfair
So some survive
And others die
And you always want a reason why
But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone
It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things
No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
And it never is
You always want so much more than this...
An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love
A sweet mother down below and a just father above
For living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world
Where the birds always sing
Another world
Where the sun always shines
Another world
Where nothing ever dies...
song performed by by Cure
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There will be and can be no rest till we admit, what cannot be denied, that there is in man a third faculty, which I call simply the faculty of apprehending the Infinite, not only in religion, but in all things; a power independent of sense and reason, a power in a certain sense contradicted by sense and reason; but yet, I suppose, a very real power, if we see how it has held its own from the beginning of the world — how neither sense nor reason has been able to overcome it, while it alone is able to overcome both reason and sense.
quote by Max Muller
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There's no reason for Gillette to be world class on the web, but there's every reason for Gillette to be world class in producing billions of high powered razor blades at low cost.
quote by James Collins
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Im Flying
Ive crossed the river, and I mean to go far
Im heading out on the ocean, alone, invincible
I know, in my mind, where I go, I wanna see it all
While I can, here I come, hear me say
Once in a lifetime
Follow the moonshine
Once in a lifetime
Come with me
Im flying, high up in the sky
Where it all makes sense
Im flying, youre the reason why
I am here now
Im flying, high up in the sky
Where it all makes sense
Im flying, youre the reason why
Im here
Im a juggernaut, Im blinded by the sun, this is it
Far away, there is no second chance
Im on my way, all aboard for the ride
I am already here so you cant leave me behind
Hear me say
Once in a lifetime
Follow the moonshine
Once in a lifetime
Come with me
Im flying, high up in the sky
Where it all makes sense
Im flying, youre the reason why
I am here now
Im flying, high up in the sky
Where it all makes sense
Im flying, youre the reason why
Im here
song performed by by E-type
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dark And Metric
No taxi could take you,
No trains rolling by,
No bicycle shop,
No planes in the sky.
Planes in the sky.
Not a night spent in jail,
Parrot on my arm,
Not a man of the world,
No patch on my eye.
Patch on my eye.
Dark and metric is my town,
Every day and night.
Just because you're floating
Doesn't mean you haven't drowned...
No spoiler, no windscoop,
No mag wheels in back,
No hydraulic shocks,
No privacy glass.
Privacy glass.
Dark and metric is my town,
North, east, west, and south.
Just because you're smiling
Doesn't mean you haven't drowned.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Reason be for you act
Reason be for you act
In every thing you must reason
Does it make sense
When you abuse your neighbor
Reason for if you say
You are a fisher
Then go to the deep sea
And catch big fishes
Rather than swimming around
And catching fingerlings
For there is no profit In that dealings
Reason for that is
The only way to prove
Yourself wealthy to live
Reason for if you plant a good seed
You will reap a good fruit
Reason for what you do today
Leads you to tomorrow
If you invest your life wisely
You will reap bountifully
Reason for there is difference
Between goodness and evil
So in everything you do reason
Even in decision making
How bad it is to kill
And how good it is to heal
Doesn't it make sense
When you love your neighbor
As thy self
Reason for even in that comes
Forever peace and freedom
For where there is love
There is joy and happiness
Don't you love progress
If you do then reason
Reason before you act
Isn't nice and wise
To judge equally
poem by Matt Ancient
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Onward....
the isolation finally makes
him thrive
he lets go of all those unnecessary parts
of him
he is pure soul now
traversing
another matrix
looking back from the
thick glass wall
that division that separates him
away from its
origin
he makes the comparison
of these two worlds
now with his ephemeral nature
he finds a new home
there is no language
no culture
he is not yet sure
not having mastered
this recent contention
for one thing
he has no feelings anymore
but only reason
it is like a painting
hanging in the air
glossy in the colors of
illusions
there is no more waking
neither sleeping....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An olive branch
Can that happen ever?
Wars are averted forever
Olive branch in one hand with message of peace
For millions of people to live at ease
Many may doubt and see it as impossible
The wars are imposed and forcible
Slight provocation can engulf entire world
No country can afford to keep the relation in cold
Has world ever witnessed winning of war without fight?
Who would judge our action and emphatically say right?
Can peace be taken as last hope to see the light?
The peace should not be lost out of sight
Yes, mere gesture or process with olive branch is imprcaticable
The impossible result is achieved through and histroy can be tracable
World with the piles of atmoic weapons can’t dare to fight
Only peace with olive branch can lead us and make it alright
There may be threat behind olive branch diplomacy
Still it has increased the peace efforts with frequency
The world doesn’t want misery in the form of another war
We have missed opportunity but still are not very far
With deterrence on one hand and olive branch on another
The blame may be passed on to others
There may still be hidden efforts to defuse
No one may want wart but refuse
Olive branch strategy is right means of persuation
The war is ruled out and is out of question
There may be complete annihilation and destruction
It can succeed with powerful message and instruction
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Voices
Voice speaks every words.
Voice is within.
Give me voice.
I will give you words.
Voices of sorrows.
Makes me something to borrow.
Don't know what to borrow.
Voice has incredible powers.
The power to change.
Which will make common sense.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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A Butterfly Wont Linger
a butterfly won't linger til it's wings
are torn and tattered,
as if only one thing mattered:
it's own being.
once leaving 'wormhood' off for splendor,
once the crysallis transcending,
doffs it's former gluttony for
sipping amrit nectar...
a butterfly makes love, then dies.
and doesn't moments borrow,
nor barters for tomorrows
it might see.
instead, with beauty realized,
and stained glass wings against the skies,
declares her truth, elusively
then disappears forever.
poem by Moon Batchelder
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Some Days You Gotta Dance
It was about five 'til five on Friday
We were all getting ready to go
And the boss man started screaming
and his veins began to show
He said you and you come with me
'cause you're gonna have to stay
My heart was thumping I was jumping
I had to get away
Some days you gotta dance
Live it up when you get the chance
'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense
And you're feeling just a little to tense
Gotta loosen up those chains and dance
Well I was talking with my baby
over a small glass of tea
He asked the loaded question
It seems unreal to me that
He said how do you feel about me
My mind was racin' I was pacin'
but the words just wouldn't come
And there was only one thing
left to do I feel it commin' on
Some days you gotta dance
Live it up when you get the chance
'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense
And you're feeling just a little to tense
Gotta loosen up those chains and dance a ha
Some days you gotta dance
Live it up when you get the chance
'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense
And you're feeling just a little to tense
Gotta loosen up those chains and dance
You gotta loosen up those chains and dance
Come on and loosen up those chains and dance
song performed by by Dixie Chicks from Fly
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Money Money Money
money makes sense
sometimes we make sense with what makes sense
money money money
makes this spin a little faster
we want to make more
and then we see what we do not want to see
gnarled conscience
whorled integrity
shrinking soul
lost self.
money money money
makes my world dimmer
makes us happy somehow
but for how long?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Vision
the world is so vast
the universe floating and so endless
there is always this
fluidity
no one knows what is there
we focus on the
garden of our heart
it is the only thing we
can do
till
tend what is present
go where we are taken
time
that is the waiting
that sense of this, that
there
but soon the change comes
the timelessness
and weightlessness of these
all
the sense of floating and
being endless
sunless horizons
edgeless spaces
at the tip of the icebergs
of our minds
along the peripheries of
our tattered hearts
soon there will be no burdens
on the wings of
spirits
on the feathers of angels
to the arms of gods....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Watching the Clouds
Watching the clouds go by
Finally understanding that I don't need to
Everything that makes sense
Doesn't
Anything that is wrong
Is right
With every death
Their is birth
With responsibility
Their is blame
In this world is pain
The one who doesn't know pain
Does not know true love
Happiness
Joy
Sadness
Birth
D eath
Greatness
poem by Sarah matthews
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