Moment of Youth Mantra
I am superstition like a black cat walking over cracked pavement and discarded four-leaf clovers under a ladder. There's a hat on my bed, another thing gone missing from my head.
Like a Jackson Pollack in white-lined notebook pages my words splatter
As if it didn't matter if they rhymed.
Or if the sounds and measure don't measure up to the beat you wanted to march to in that other guys eardrums. I can see my self clearer through shards of broken mirror
cuz I collect bad karma and save it for a hot sunny day just to cool off and stop sweating the small stuff
i think i've had enough, but whats one more? Here's to a world on fire and a frozen core.
I'm bad luck like an opened umbrella in the living room, i'm just dying to see what happens.
I wouldn't mind a little curse like the black cat in the last verse because the last seven years really bored me, a torturous fortune may relieve me, or at least grasp my attention.
I'm thinkin Everlasting truth is pretty sweet like a gobstopper and everlasting youth is always fleeting and unattainable like a shared vision. but we can still at least share our dreams with other numbered sheep while they creep through your doors and come in like Morrison, articulate yet dissociative, shed the asterisks and we'll associate ourselves with youthful slang like pound signs and ampersands, and we might get pounded, but even if they have the guns we still have those numbers and we're taking over like my favorite song bleeding through the radio as im speeding by a cop at 90 miles an hour on a deserted road in a deserted town and he doesn't notice because i don't want to be seen right now
I just need to be heard
I am solitude like solitary confinement, confined to a prison of my mind
Undoubtedly uncertain about the underlying factors of my cathartic lethargy. and my endless energy when head hits pillow and lingering languor when the wandering soles of my shoes touch the earth. the sun embraces another full rotation with unwavering indifference to the new day. Alone in a crowd gathered to show solidarity I salute to the flag I can't stand for, but stand under, in solitude. Summoned by summer to become one unified under the setting sun bringing the day to a brilliant and bloody end behind open eyes and closed doors. doorbells of perception ringing freedom in our forefathers ears. hoping that the hand on the other side isn't clenched in a fist like that last time. but it wouldn't be the first time.
I am revolution like the sun in orbit, circling my brain like a vulture. my insides turned out but held together by the centrifugal motion of my mind, going around and coming back around like a law, like a revolving door, back to the start of the circle. that which has no beginning or end, no corners or splits along the path. I am revolution like a revolver, revolt for the cause not against the stigma of standing stagnant, not against myself but with myself, for myself, not by myself but by my side, and by my brothers side do i spark revolution. revolting like a open wound my blood has been shed on my front step, the front lines lie in my front yard, my world is under siege and my rebel brothers and sisters await the resolution of evolution beyond revolution and absolution, and my constitution is strong, my will will endure. our will must endure.
I am youth, I am ideals at a time when the mind first develops the ability to develop ideals.
Every song speaks directly to me, about me. Every poem, every line invokes thoughts, promotes the ideals i have become. The worthy and unworthy. the meek shall inherit the mire man made, multiplied by multiplex motifs. moved by momentary matters, mindful of mundane madness. Marinated in the muck and molasses of monotonous malaise. Martyrs of mothers' misguided masochism. mirror images of moments past. Many miss the mark, misrepresented and misunderstood. Myopia materializes memories of mistakes made on mystic Monday mornings, malnourished and mutilated. Motivated by motionless morbidity. Moved by mortality, maneuvered and made moot. Passed over individually by those seeking to maintain the masses. Misinformed by massive media moguls and micromanaging missionaries. A myriad of mighty militant misfits, a million minutemen march on Metropolis. Masters of the meek must abdicate the authority, yield to the majority. I am multitudes of metaphors like a simile smiling smelling of sensimillia. Forgone conclusions, forgotten solutions, chosen paths laid by best intentions yet preventing invention, intervening introspection. Limitless options reduce limitations, increase expectations, subdue elevation. I am youth, thoughtful and distraught, spritely and tender, fearless and flag-less, no will to surrender.
poem by Les Wordsmore
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Performance and Stamina
Cool with life and free of superstitions,
Four leaf clovers, rabbit feet...
And free flights of fancy.
She said I had 'captured wisdom' in my eyes.
As she turned down my request for a date,
To ask if I knew her grandfather!
It just so happened I did.
When we both were kids.
Cool with life and free of superstitions
Four leaf clovers, rabbit feet...
And free flights of fancy.
Most of the times.
People say I shouldn't admit to being 60.
That I should say to everyone I'm 45!
I feel so blessed I'd confess anything to who I meet.
Rejecting me because of my age,
Is such a foolish thing!
'Rejecting me because of my age,
Is such a foolish thing! '
After much practice...
I'd say that to someone.
Only to hear the other one say,
What they want, how they do it
With expectations along the way!
Preferences and club hangouts.
Using cellphones to give a brief shout out!
And lapses of memory in mid sentence.
Asking then again what I said.
And, 'What was that age you mentioned?
I'm sorry I wasn't paying you any attention! '
Cool with life and free of superstitions,
Four leaf clovers, rabbit feet...
And free flights of fancy.
And if you actually believe that...
You too suffer from 'captured wisdom'!
Have a cup of tea
And recall all of those memories you had...
Trapping that captured 'stuff'.
Remember it well.
Being interviewed for performance and stamina,
Was not the issue then!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ladder To The Sun
From the very start
Came Earth parted
Broke up into pieces and
I was sure I could have missed it
It could risked it
But I put myself into your hands
Cause you're not just anyone
You're a ladder to the sun
You're not just anyone
You're a ladder to the sun
I can run my courses
Opposing forces
Then I...
If you want me you can have me
Oh take me, oh baby grab me
Cause if you want me then you can have me
Cause you're not just anyone
You're a ladder to the sun
You're not just anyone
You're a ladder to the sun
you cannot run
I had it all and I risked it
I had it all and I risked it all
And I risked it all
And I risked it all
A ladder to the
A Ladder to the sun
A ladder to the
A ladder to the sun
A ladder to the
A ladder to the sun
And I risked it all
A ladder to the
A ladder to the sun
And I risked it all
I risked it all
I had it all
I risked it all
A ladder to the sun
song performed by by Coldplay
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Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
A Farewell to Michael Jackson
Farewell King Of Pop, Farewell Moon Walker
Farewell Michael Jackson, Farwell our best joker.
Here is Michael Jackson, the one,
who connected the black and white
he has forever gone
taking with him the world's light.
The earth is crying for you Jackson
& People are doing the same
They are missing you Jackson
and your big music flame.
All I can do is to say Good bye
Hoping for you a calm sleep
We are leaving you with our face holding a sad sigh
and our hearts saving your memory in deep.
We are leaving you with a big tear
and hoping you could hear.
Bye King Michael
Kotze Park
While walking in the park
we followed a road
twisting past a old green battle tank,
a plaything for the kids,
parked near a row of dilapidated swings
and a missing seesaw
walked past a old windmill somewhat like castle
of which the water was missing
and when drawing close saw some rubble around it
and we walked up to the top of a small knoll
where a dam once was,
with furrows meandering down
in trenches like little rivulets
but now only a patch of empty concrete
was left there
and up in a tree a green snake
gazed down at you, down at me
where it was coiled around a branch
with little gleaming black eyes
watching intently,
but I did not say a thing just kept walking on.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dont Look Back
Woman left for another man
Took youre car and a steely dan
Theres only one thing to do
Keep on walking and dont look back
Head on down to the chicken shack
Go and act like a maniac
Keep on walking and dont look back
Had a little trouble with a guy at work
Got a great big mouth for a little jerk
Got a lot of bills one check wont pay
And a love thats real is fading away
Theres only one thing to do
Keep on walking and dont look back
Head on down to the chicken shack
Go and act like a maniac
Keep on walking and dont look back
Keep on walking and dont look back
Dont you just sing the blues
Keep on walking and never look back
Put on your walking shoes
Keep on walking and dont look back, never look back
Just chalk it up to history, set yourself free
Keep on walking and dont look back
Head on down to the chicken shack
Go and act like a maniac
Keep on walking and dont look back
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Missing You
An hour into my shirt
I'm covered from head to toe
Drilling oil from the bottom
Of the Gulf of Mexico
SUn's on the rise
Sweat rolling black down my face
Work until i cant move
Another back-breaking typical day
Chorus:
I've weathered waterspouts and hurricanes
Hailstorms and driving rain
And missing you
Ive worked through broken drills
And bustedhands
Weeks without seeing dry land
And missing you
I'll work as hard as any man
But until I'm home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
I lay down on my bed
And stare at the picture of you
Barefoot on the beach
Looking at me the way you do
I fal asleep with your letter in my hands
Dream about you until
That ol' whistle starts screaming again
(repeat chorus)
Ill work as hard as any man
But until im home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Missing You
An hour into my shirt
I'm covered from head to toe
Drilling oil from the bottom
Of the Gulf of Mexico
SUn's on the rise
Sweat rolling black down my face
Work until i cant move
Another back-breaking typical day
Chorus:
I've weathered waterspouts and hurricanes
Hailstorms and driving rain
And missing you
Ive worked through broken drills
And bustedhands
Weeks without seeing dry land
And missing you
I'll work as hard as any man
But until I'm home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
I lay down on my bed
And stare at the picture of you
Barefoot on the beach
Looking at me the way you do
I fal asleep with your letter in my hands
Dream about you until
That ol' whistle starts screaming again
(repeat chorus)
Ill work as hard as any man
But until im home with you again
The toughest thing out here
That i go through is
Missing you
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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When Yer Twenty-two
Stuck in the perpetual motion
Dying against the machine
The whole thing leaves
You a nothing instead of a these
The sun is black and the black halos fly
And your number is backwards again when you try
The sound is so cute when youre 22
When youre 22
Eggs break when you walk on the scramble
Youre living against the machine
The whole thing leaves
You a nothing instead of a these
The bone is cracked and the cracked eggshells fly
And your number is backwards again when you drive
The whole things removed when youre 22
When youre 22
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Superstition
Written by: stevie wonder
Very superstitious
Writing's on the wall
Very superstitious
Ladder's about to fall
Thirteen-month-old baby
Broke the looking glass
Seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past
If you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious
Wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problems
Do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream
Keep me going strong
You don't want to save me
Sad is my song
If you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious
Nothing more to say
Very superstitious
Devil's on his way
Thirteen-month-old baby
Broke the looking glass
Seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past
If you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way
Superstition ain't the way...
Superstition ain't the way...
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Key to Your Peace
Slim chance you'll find your pot of gold,
With the purchase of a lottery ticket sold.
You hold everything you need right there.
Don't look around...
Look inside if you dare!
Rabbit's foot OR crytals rubbed...
Four-leaf clovers OR black cats snubbed!
Lucky charms OR psychic 'sights'!
If you really want a restful sleep at night!
Know you're the key to your peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Aint Worth Missing
(toby keith)
Hes flying high tonight
Hes got a brand new lover
Here you come a-runnin
Youre looking for some cover
I know youre sad and lonely
I know youre feeling blue
You miss him so much
Oh let me get to close to you
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
You know Im here to save you
But you aint through crying yet
Look at your pretty face
All red and soaking wet
Im gonna try and make him
Just a memory
Come on baby, lets get started
First thing you got to see
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
If you need someone to hold you
Someone to ease your pain
Well, Ill be holding steady
Girl when you get ready
Im gonna show you
Love is a good thing
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
song performed by by Toby Keith
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I called the doctor, during writing the book, the psychiatrist who treated me at that time, Dr. Jackson. And I said, Dr. Jackson, whole pieces are missing. I don't understand what happened to me.
quote by Jim Bakker
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The superstition defined
To believe in God is not superstition.
To belief God is superstition.
To believe that your penance and sacrifice
Would bring you fortune or relief
And that you are rescued is superstition.
29.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Walking Town
One foot after the other
One place pretty much like another
Some folks got a pretty good deal
Some are just looking for their next meal
Out here where the days go by
And the glances never meet the eye
It's a walking town
And I'm just out here walking 'round
Walking 'round this walking town
You got a house on top of a hill
And a powerful automobile
The windows up, the AC high
In a world of comfort speeding by
Stressed out in the latest style
How long has it been since you walked a mile
In yours or anybody else's shoes
Well, in any life there will be dues
It's a walking town
And I'm just out here walking 'round
Walking 'round this walking town
Walking up, walking down
Walking back, walking 'round
Walking mute, walking bound
Walking through your walking town
One foot on the concrete shore
One foot in the human sea
Night falls on the streets of the city
And it falls over you and me
And all our dreams and our descriptions
Of the life this was supposed to be
Drift above the rooftops and the houses
Until the sunlight finds me where I lay
And it's a walking town
And I'm back out here walking 'round
Walking 'round this walking town
Lyrics by Jackson Browne
Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young
(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP)
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Via Chicago
I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me
Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
I sat and watched you bleed
Buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me
You cold, hot blood ran away from me
To the sea
I painted my name on the back of a leaf
And I watched it float away
The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
Was all I tried to save
But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night
And all without fight
At the crush of veils and starlight
I know I'll make it back
One of these days and turn on your TV
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street
When he gets caught, I wont get up
And I wont go to sleep
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Via Chicago
Where the cups are cracked and hooked
Above the sink
They make me think
Crumbling ladder tears don't fall
They shine down your shoulders
And crawling is screw faster lash
I blow it with kisses
I rest my head on a pillowy star
And a cracked door moon
That says I havent gone too far
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Via Chicago
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Via Chicago
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
song performed by by Wilco
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Of Going Back
at a certain point
our feet hurts
we want not just to cease walking
but to stop breathing
altogether
some memories await on the other
side of the road
you cross
and look forward
to something new
you sit on the pavement
like a child
waiting for Papa
you hold your favorite toy
and then you stand
and run
back into the lost corners
of your joys
finding the missing steps
the link to
completion
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Room
Through that window—all else being extinct
Except itself and me—I saw the struggle
Of darkness against darkness. Within the room
It turned and turned, dived downward. Then I saw
How order might—if chaos wished—become:
And saw the darkness crush upon itself,
Contracting powerfully; it was as if
It killed itself, slowly: and with much pain.
Pain. The scene was pain, and nothing but pain.
What else, when chaos draws all forces inward
To shape a single leaf? . . .
For the leaf came
Alone and shining in the empty room;
After a while the twig shot downward from it;
And from the twig a bough; and then the trunk,
Massive and coarse; and last the one black root.
The black root cracked the walls. Boughs burst
the window:
The great tree took possession.
Tree of trees!
Remember (when time comes) how chaos died
To shape the shining leaf. Then turn, have courage,
Wrap arms and roots together, be convulsed
With grief, and bring back chaos out of shape.
I will be watching then as I watch now.
I will praise darkness now, but then the leaf.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Look Of Love
When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through
You know you're missing out on something
Well that something depends on you
All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing, you know it's true
All I mean now, there's one thing
Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
Then your dreams fall apart at the seams
Your reason for living's your reason for leaving
Don't ask me what it means
Who's got the look? I don't know the answer to that question
Where's the look? If I knew I would tell you
What's the look? Look for your information
Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true (What's that?)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
If you judge a book by the cover
Then you'd judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover
Me I go from one extreme to another
And though my friends just might ask me
They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love"
I say "Maybe, there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find"
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The Look of love
song performed by by Abc
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