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Laser Night

crazed
crazed neath the crazy moon
i wandered
convulsed with a craving
i didn’t understand

above the mondrian roof tops
in the chasm of the sky
the stars unfolded in a drama
of living and dying

like the crack of doom
the dawn of disaster

below the tangled
television antennae
and tenement fire escape steps

on the sidewalk
of crashed crystal dreams

the dreamer wept

your eyes were beautiful
sparkling like laser cut
diamond jewels in the
early morning light

poem by Theresa Haffner
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Crazed Are Some Programmed Mindsets

Giving of myself, talents and time,
Use to be an easy thing for me to do.
I didn't mind it.
I found in doing so it was enjoyed.
Until I discovered my efforts being taken for granted.
And I stopped feeling grateful to give my stuff away.
'Assuming' what I had done was appreciated.

Crazed are some programmed mindsets.

I then began to notice people,
Believing to be doing me the favor...
To share in the wasting of my time!
Thinking of me to be perceive as selfish.
And 'if' I had not given my best,
They wouldn't have known me at all.

Crazed are some programmed mindsets.

Today as I come to think about this,
I give them less of my best.
And of me it is thought I seek their attention.
That's how people into themselves think.
Until they are shown,
Doors that have been permanently closed.
And ignored are those with turned up noses.

Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
And their lack of consciousness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bleed Like A Crazed, Day

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a crazed dad
These are the craze
Easy come come goto go back
In the valley of the dead man walks
How they drank from the jazz
Astral kestrel, fed into the featherfall
Fed him on a pencil carving you will never get
Shine shine shine
Bleed like crazed dad
These are the craze
Seek for a leather journey never stopped to think about
Hollywood king kong domino on the side
Street light levitated down stop the blue for 5 dollar gonna keep my domino on the side
Street light, looking right looking to the parlous parlours
Party on the dead put a net through his headache
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
Bleeeeed
Bleed like a crazed dad
These are the craze
Living on a movie all the shirley/charley films on film
Come together, party footnote on the footstone
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a crazed dad

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Here Is Your Copy

Thank you.
Now that you are pleased,
You have left me completely crazed.
There is still nothing we have in common.
Perhaps a desire to strangle one another.
But even that act,
Would not satisfy my craving...
To see you dragged under a truck!

Thank you.
For allowing me to get myself this upset.
For allowing myself to get this deep in debt.
To have you say to me...
'Without you in my life,
I would have never known regret! '

Thank you for that show of support.
But being locked in a cell,
Will not happen yet!
So take that smile off your face.
I may be crazed...
For listening to you,
Demoralize me like you do.
But nothing left that still remains in my name...
Will you touch nor will you get!
Or make attempts to claim.

Every unfaithful step you have taken...
Your lawyer and mine each have a filmed set!
And there will be no need,
For you to see me in court...
In a distressing sweat.
That just will not happen!
So that imagined joyfulness...
Seeing me suffering in ruin,
You can remove from you mind...
And forget!

'Oh...
Before I leave!
Here is your copy.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Prefer Crazed Blue Eyes

I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own

I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won't
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home

I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don't you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul

Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues

Let's share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes

Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed

Let's meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged

I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am

poem by Catman Cohen
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The Development Of One's Patience

Going out of one's way to discredit another,
To depict that other as a fool and crazed...
Doesn't return good dividends,
With those kinds of investments made.

Especially when time does a flip flop,
And the development of one's patience...
Crops to expose those who are totally crazed,
In more ways than one to be seen as shown.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pay Up

So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.

They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.

So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.

So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.

So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed

This girl I know is crazed with music
and cannot get her fill.
She ascends with each and every note
and stands atop a hill
where musical tones fill the air
and no disonant sounds are anywhere.

This girl I know is crazed with words
and hears them all the time.
They are in her thoughts and in her mind
and move with rhythm and rhyme.
All these words fill the air
and now she hears them everywhere.

This girl I know is crazed all the time
and cannot put to rest
all these tones and all these words
and finally must confess
that she's the girl this poem's about
and most have probably figured out
that it's me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Am I Crazed? ...Absolutely!

Am I crazed? ...
Absolutely!

What excuse do you use?
And don't tell me your war stories,
About those times back in the day.

Then you had issues with honesty.
And today...
Well,
You just have issues!

I'd have to be crazed.
Just to tolerate what you perceive,
As a normal existence...
That bleeds from it,
Signs of reality!

And none of that, of late
Has come to make you a visit.
Or maybe it has.
But I am too out of my mind to tell.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloaked As Someone's Philanthropist

'Where are your 'things'? '

My 'things'?
I didn't need them.
I gave them away!

'WHHHHAAAATTT! ?
Are you crazed?
What are my friends and neighbors going to say?
What lives are we going to live without those 'things'?
You've ruined my pretentions.
And succeeded in my defeat.
I can no longer flaunt my superficiality!
Why did you do this?
Aren't you feeling just a wee bit dazed? '

Not at all!
From now on I am going to be 'me'!

'AND...
Where will that leave me to be? '

Exposed as the leech you are.
Once cloaked as someone's 'philanthropist'.
To no benefit to the masquerading,
That now has to cease to exist!

'WHHHHAAAATTT! ?
Are you crazed?
What are my friends and neighbors going to say? '

I have no idea.
Why don't you ask?
Most of them I passed...
Standing in line at the soup kitchen!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup

A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
Imagining, moon-accursed,
That another mouthful
And his beating heart would burst.
October last I found it too
But found it dry as bone,
And for that reason am I crazed
And my sleep is gone.

poem by William Butler Yeats
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Choosing To Be Fooled

Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.

Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.

And sitting idle while they arrived,
Were people in denial.
Criticizing those who said...
'Be prepared for the days ahead.
Ignore the facts!
But try to get them off your back.
Ignore the facts!
And you'll lay awake in bed instead.'

Deluded are the people...
Choosing to be fooled.

Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.

Crazed are these days.
That everybody prays will go away,
With ignoring of facts.
Trying to get them off their backs fast.

Deluded are the people...
Choosing to be fooled.
With a wish,
To be fools.

Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down...
Dumbee doo down bee doo bee doo.
Come softly,
Fleeced sheep.
Stay sleeping,
And weep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated to be Crazed

Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.

Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.

Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.

Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!

They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!

And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.

Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.

Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.

But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Pool With Fools

If I choose to elect,
To be crazed on some days.
I will not select the weekend.
Those days I cherish...
To feed a craving for sensibility.
And when I'm fed,
My head is prepared for Monday.
There I am and ready...
To swim in the pool with fools!
Pretending everything with them,
Is 'cool'.

'Yeah...
I can dig it! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Living

My life is my abbey, fully praised,
By those who entered freedom,
In the foreign way we crazed
And then left over wisdom.

Construct a life like a brick-layer
Or the architect, or the worker,
Just as felonies are the increaser
Of harm in this life, the very shirker.

My living and my dying is for you,
The individual who constructed my life
So that I may return this favour anew,
In the fashion of delight, as my wife.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Overhead the Tree-Tops Meet

Overhead the tree-tops meet,
Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet;
There was nought above me, and nought below,
My childhood had not learned to know:
For what are the voices of birds
—Ay, and of beasts,—but words—our words,
Only so much more sweet?
The knowledge of that with my life begun!
But I had so near made out the sun,
And counted your stars, the Seven and One,
Like the fingers of my hand:
Nay, I could all but understand
Wherefore through heaven the white moon ranges,
And just when out of her soft fifty changes
No unfamiliar face might overlook me—
Suddenly God took me!

poem by Robert Browning
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To Be Or 'Not' To Be Crazed?

To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is that the question to be raise today?
As a craziness seems very obvious,
To be a part of these head splitting days!

To Know Or remain secure in ignorance?
There may be some advantages...
In not trying to comprehend an insanity,
That has descended to begin without end to it.

And those who make attempts to hide a knowledge...
Should burn all credentials,
With a mindless foolishness...
That is frolicked as if to gleam from being polished.

If everyone is upset,
By a mess that is clear,
Why be the one left...
Who 'appears' to be sincere?

To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is not a question to be raised today?
To be sick of dealing with nonsense...
Is like soliciting for membership to an unending parade.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed Institution

Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull;
Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul;
You can wear a gold piaget on your semaphore wrist;
You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
Live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh as your agent scores another front page photograph.
Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo awaiting someone else to pull the chain.
Well grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle.
Clear your throat and pray for rain to irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain
Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
Live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Inspiration

I WANDERED in the enchanted wood,
And as I wandered there, I sang
A song I never understood,
Though sweet the music rang.

I held a lily white and fair,
Its perfume was a song divine,
A song like moonlight and clear air,
No rose-hued cloud like mine.

Beneath pale moon and wind-winged skies
My lips were dumb as one drew near,
Folded warm wings across my eyes
And whispered in my ear.

He left a flame-flower in my hand,
And bade me sing as heretofore
The song I could not understand;
But I can sing no more.

His secret seals my dumb lips fast,
My lily withered 'neath his wing;
But now I understand at last
The song I used to sing.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Crazy Mad World

A crazed gunman goes on the rampage
killing innocent people just for fun
young people's lives taken away
when they had hardly just begun.
But this isn't the first time is it
that a maniac has gone mad
are they criminally insane
or are they just born bad?
We may never truly understand
why a person commits such an act
but they keep on happening
and that's not fiction but a fact.
Why does God allow this to happen
so much suffering and despair
we are told he loves us all
but there's misery everywhere.
Then again there's still good about
and in the dark there's always light
but all this hate grinds you down
and it just doesn't seem right.
Still where's there's life there's hope
and good will triumph over bad
but for now we just have to accept
that this world is crazy, mad, and sad!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Inside My Head

Every time you think of me like your goddamn trophy
It just pushes me away
Pushes me away
I never said that I'd make you mine
Why do you insist on pushing all the time
I know it's not my vivid imagination
Telling you lies
Telling you lies
It's funny how you found the time
To expose yourself and be another one of these
Psychos all around me
Psychos all around me
Like to say my head's not right
My head's not right
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
I want to run away
And you says it's alright
I want to run away
Walk away
Just go
I think you're pushing, pushing
To seek and discover to notice you're different than all the rest
Kepp telling me to ask why
Would it really hurt you to leave me alone sometimes
To seek and discover your genius uncovered
Your pain
Nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Medicated aren't we all
Turn me into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
I want to run away
And you says it's alright
I want to run away
Pushing me away
Pushing me away
Pushing me away
Pushing me, pushing me
Pushing me
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
You do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Maybe it's not me
It's all inside my head
Maybe it's not me
It's all inside my head
And nothing's changing
It's all inside my head
And nothing's changing
It's all inside my head

song performed by by Orgy
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